The common room buzzed with its usual late-night energy—Mattheo sprawled on a couch, while Blaise leaned against the armrest, his ever-present smirk intact. Draco was mid-story about his latest Qu/dditch victory, his hands gesturing wildly, while Theo sat quietly by the fireplace, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement.

You entered the room, a mischievous grin already tugging at your lips. Without preamble, you dropped into a seat beside Mattheo and exclaimed, loud enough to capture everyone’s attention, “Do you know that feeling when you think you’re in d4nger because someone is following you... but then you remember... you are the d4nger!”

You leaned back, throwing your head back with a loud, echoing laugh that reverberated through the stone walls.

Mattheo choked on his laughter. “That’s brilliant,” he wheezed, clutching his stomach.

Draco snorted. “And who exactly are you stalking, troublemaker?”

Before you could answer, a dark figure appeared in the doorway—Professor Sn/pe. His scowl deepened at the sight of you, his usual piercing gaze faltering as your laughter filled the room.

“Why does she laugh like that?” Sn/pe muttered to himself, his voice dripping with exasperation. “Merlin’s beard, I need to hide.” With that, he turned sharply on his heel, disappearing down the corridor as fast as his dignity would allow.

The room fell silent for a moment before Mattheo exploded into laughter. “Did you see his face? You actually scared him!”

Blaise chuckled. “And here I thought nothing could shake him.”

Draco shook his head. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Theo added, “but a highly entertaining one.”

Lorenzo, who had been quietly observing from a corner, finally broke his silence. “It’s not every day you see Sn/pe running for cover. I’d call that a personal achievement.”

You smiled. “What can I say? I aim to keep things interesting.”

Regulus leaned casually against the wall, his gray eyes gleaming with quiet humor. “I think ‘interesting’ is an understatement.”