The bright morning sun streamed through the windows, making you squint and groan. You pressed a hand to your temple and muttered, “I think I’m gonna throw up…”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow at you. “Me too, sweetie. The party yesterday was wild.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “It can’t be the drinks. She was only there for, like, five minutes.”

Tom, seated in a corner with his usual composed demeanor, glanced up from the book he was reading. “No,” he said in his calm, matter-of-fact tone. “She stuffed herself with food and then disappeared. Classic retreat strategy.”

Your eyes narrowed at him, and before you knew it, you had stormed over and slapped him across the face.

Tom blinked, looking utterly baffled as he slowly closed his book. “What the hell was that for?” he asked.

“You knocked me up, you idiot!” you snapped.

Tom’s expression faltered for the briefest moment, and then he frowned. “That’s... not possible. I was careful.”

“Clearly, not careful enough,” you shot back. “I’m pregnant, Tom.”

A stunned silence enveloped the room. Draco stared at you. “Wait… Are you serious?”

Regulus let out a soft chuckle. “This just got a lot more interesting.”

Pansy broke into a wide grin. “Oh, this is going to be an exciting new year.”

Tom exhaled slowly before looking at you with a mix of resignation and curiosity. “And you’re absolutely certain?”

You shot him a withering glare. “Do I look like I’d joke about this, Tom?”

His lips twitched, and he gave you a faint, reluctant smirk. “Fair point. Guess we should start researching baby names. Something dignified.”

Theo, who had been quietly leaning against the wall, spoke up with his signature deadpan tone. “How about Chaos? Seems fitting.”

Draco snorted, crossing his arms. “Chaos? Perfect. It’s like the universe planned this just to mess with us.”

Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling around you, you couldn’t help but let out a small, exasperated laugh. Chaos or not, you knew one thing: this was only the beginning of a wild, unforgettable chapter.