At the SIytherin table, Enzo lowers his goblet with a slow, deliberate motion. His gaze flickers across the room.

"There’s a new girl," he murmurs.

Theo follows Enzo’s gaze with mild curiosity.

"Una nuova ragazza?" he repeats, his brows raising slightly. “Where?”

The rest of them crane their necks in the direction of Enzo’s gaze.

"The one next to Lovegood," Enzo clarifies, nodding toward you sitting at the RavencIaw table.

Seven pairs of SIytherin eyes lock onto you at once.

You don’t even notice them. You simply exist—laughing at something Luna says, your smile lighting up your entire face, completely oblivious to the tension at the SIytherin table

ReguIus watches you with quiet intrigue. "She’s different."

"I’ve seen prettier," Draco scoffs, though his gaze never leaves you.

Mattheo smirks and tilts his head. "I bet she’s fun to mess with."

Theo takes a bite of his food as he studies you like a puzzle. "You’re all idiots."

"You don’t think she’s pretty?" Enzo challenges.

Theo shrugs, trying to maintain an air of indifference. "Oh, she’s stunning. But she doesn’t seem like the type to fall for cheap tricks."

Tom with his cold calculation adds, "Doesn’t matter. By the end of the year, she’ll be mine."

Blaise swirls his drink. "And what makes you so sure?"

Tom’s lips curl into a smirk. "Because I’m the logical choice."

"Oh, please," Draco scoffs. "She’d go for someone with class. Charm. Clearly, I’m the only logical choice."

"You?" Mattheo snorts. "You’d bore her to death with your pompous bullshït before you even got a chance."

"Right, because you’re so irresistible," Theo mutters.

"I’d bet I get her to say yes before any of you," Enzo interjects.

Regulus smirks slightly. "Get real, Berkshire."

Blaise shakes his head. "You’re all fools. Women want someone who makes them do the chasing."

And from that moment on, each of them makes it their mission to win you over.

One way or another.