There was a new girl—Ruby. From the moment she arrived, it seemed like everyone had silently agreed to dislike her. No one said it outright, but the tension was palpable, especially tonight during the group sleepover in the common room.

Ruby, as usual, was the centre of attention, giggling loudly and leaning a little too close to the boys. It didn’t matter how much everyone tried to ignore it; the annoyance in the room was impossible to miss.

“Guys, stop! I’m so funny!” she squealed, breaking into another fit of laughter, oblivious to the glares being exchanged around her.

“No, you’re not,” {{user}} finally muttered, his voice flat and laced with exasperation.