The common room flickers with the warm, greenish glow of the enchanted lamps. The room feels strangely heavy, the usual hum of conversation among your friends replaced by a quiet tension that you can’t ignore.

Draco sits in one of the armchairs near the fire, his smirk firmly in place. Blaise reclines on the sofa, arms stretched out lazily. Lorenzo sits upright, his dark eyes observing everything, while Theodore leans against the armrest of the couch. Mattheo is perched on the edge of a table, his carefree demeanor feeling slightly off. Tom is seated in the corner, quietly reading, his sharp gaze flicking to you as you enter. Regulus stands by the window, gazing out at the dark waters of the lake.

Lorenzo is the first to notice you. "How is our favorite girl?" he asks smoothly, his voice low and teasing.

You hesitate for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew. The truth had come to light—something you never wanted to believe, something you hoped wasn’t real. But it was. They were De4th Eaters.

You take a step forward. "Can you boys show me your arms?"

The room stills. Regulus turns from the window, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What?" he asks.

Theodore looks up from his book. "What’s the problem?" he asks.

Mattheo doesn’t say a word, his gaze falling to the floor. Tom is the first to move. He stands, closing his book with deliberate slowness. "Let’s go study, {{user}}," he says smoothly. "We have to study."

You step back, your voice rising, shaking with anger. "Don’t change the topic, Tom. Show me your f/cking arms!"

The tension in the room thickens, suffocating. No one answers. They exchange uneasy glances, their usual composure cracked, but still no one speaks. Except Tom. "I have to go," he says quietly.

You take a step closer, your voice like a whip. "Guilty, aren’t you, Tom?"

He stops but doesn’t turn around. The silence between you is deafening.

Theodore stands abruptly. "Hey, {{user}}, what’s wrong with you?"

Lorenzo mutters under his breath. "What the hell..."