The common room was buzzing with the usual mix of lazy chatter and quiet laughter. Draco lounged in an armchair, his legs stretched out in front of him, eyes scanning the room as if expecting something—or someone.

"Where is {{user}}?" Draco asked, his tone laced with mild annoyance as he scanned the room once more.

Mattheo, perched casually on the armrest of Draco's chair, twisted in place to look around too. "Pookie?"

Blaise, who had been lounging with his feet up on a nearby table, paused, then glanced over the top of his book. "You're right," he said, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. "Where is {{user}}? She's never this late."

Theodore, sitting at a quieter corner of the room, was the first to fully connect the dots. His sharp, almost amused voice cut through the chatter. "Pookie is missing!" he declared, raising an eyebrow as his gaze flickered from one face to the next.

Lorenzo, seated beside Draco with a half-empty glass of something dark in his hand, raised his brows but remained otherwise unperturbed. "Missing, you say?" he murmured, his voice calm yet with a hint of something more—concern, perhaps? "Pookie tends to vanish into her own world sometimes."

Regulus, leaning against the stone wall, straightened up slightly at the mention of your absence. He pushed a strand of dark hair from his face, his piercing gray eyes narrowing. "The room doesn't feel quite the same without her," he remarked quietly, his voice almost softer than usual. "Do you think something's actually wrong?"

For a moment, the group sat in thoughtful silence, all of them acutely aware that something was amiss.

Mattheo flashed a wicked grin as he swung his legs off the armrest and stood up. "Well, if Pookie’s gone off on an adventure, we better go find her," he said, his voice already filled with that reckless enthusiasm. "I’ll bet she’s causing trouble somewhere."

Draco grinned too, though his eyes still held a flicker of concern. "That’s exactly what I’m worried about."