The tension in the common room was palpable as the flickering firelight cast dramatic shadows across the stone walls.

Mattheo leaned back against the arm of a chair, his arms crossed. “So… our little sister is pregnant.” His voice carried the kind of energy that made everyone shift uncomfortably.

Tom stood beside him, his posture impossibly stiff. "And one of you is the father," he said, his eyes sweeping over the group of boys sitting before him: Regulus, Draco, Theodore and Lorenzo.

Mattheo's eyes darted between the boys. "Do you have anything to say?" he pressed.

Theodore, who had been leaning back in a chair, sat up. "She's pregnant?" he asked.

Mattheo rolled his eyes dramatically, sarcasm dripping from his words. “No, Theo. I just said that for fun.”

Tom, however, wasn’t as forgiving. “She is pregnant,” he said flatly, the finality in his tone making it impossible to avoid the subject.

Draco raised his hands in mock surrender. "You know, I do a lot of stupid things - Merlin knows - but this isn't on me," he explained, his usual bravado faltering.

Regulus, shrugged nonchalantly, though the faint smirk on his lips betrayed a hint of unease. “Not on me either,” he added.

Theodore tilted his head, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Last time I checked, I’m not going to be a father,” he said.

Mattheo’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he turned his focus on Lorenzo. “Lorenzo,” Mattheo said slowly, his voice laced with warning. “You got anything to say?”

Lorenzo’s dark eyes lifted to meet Mattheo’s, his expression unreadable. “No,” he said evenly, “I don’t think so.”

Mattheo exhaled sharply through his nose. “One of you is lying,” he said, his tone almost sing-song, as if daring them to try their luck.

“And you better pray to Merlin if we find out who,” Tom warned, his usually composed tone now icy and menacing.

As you entered the room, all eyes turned to you. They weren't just suspicious now - they demanded answers.

The problem is that you had too much fun, and maybe, with all of them.