The room felt almost too comfortable. You’d spent weeks worming your way into their inner circle, gathering every scrap of information you could about V0Idemort's plans. It had all been a game to you—pretend to be their ally, find their weaknesses, and then strike. Today, you had what you needed.

"I need some rest," you said, standing up from the chair.

Tom gave you a smile. "Take care, darling," he said, his voice as soft as ever.

"Yes, take care," Draco added with a slight chuckle.

You nodded, trying to ignore the flicker of unease in the pit of your stomach. You’d been playing this game long enough to recognize a hint of suspicion, but you brushed it off.

“I’ll see you all later,” you said. With a final glance around the room, you stepped into the hallway, feeling a small thrill of victory. You'd outplayed them.

But the moment the door clicked shut behind you, the boys exchanged a knowing glance, their masks slipping away.

“She actually thought she had us fooled," Blaise said, his lips curling into an amused smile.

Lorenzo chuckled softly. "She really believed we didn’t know. We played her well."

“You really have to admire the arrogance,” Mattheo added. “She thought she was the one in control.”

Draco laughed softly. "Let her think she had us. It was too easy. She was so eager to play us off against each other that she didn't even realise we knew all along."

“You should’ve seen the look in her eyes when she thought she’d gotten away,” Regulus said.

"P4thetic, really," Theodore added. "We fed her false information. It was almost too easy to let her think she was winning."

Tom’s smile turned cold. “The best part? She doesn’t even know how much we’ve already seen. We’ve had access to her mind for weeks. Every plan, every move… it’s all ours.”

Regulus smirked. "She won’t even realize we’ve used her until it's too late.”

As the laughter died down, they all fell into a brief, satisfied silence. The game was over. The plan had worked.

And you—well, you’d never know how completely you'd been played.