Mattheo paced back and forth. He was nervous, frustrated.

He stopped suddenly and turned to face Theodore, Draco, Regulus, and you. The weight of the decision was heavy in the air.

“Call the cops,” Mattheo said. His eyes darted from one face to another. “We need help, now.”

Theodore, leaning casually against the wall, didn’t even look up. “No.”

Mattheo’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean no,” Theodore replied, still unfazed. “You want to hear it in Italian? No.”

Mattheo blinked in stunned silence before a dry chuckle escaped him. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

You crossed your arms. “It’s not about what you want, Mattheo. You know the rules.”

Mattheo gave you a sharp look. "Rules? This is different. We..."

"No," you interrupted. "The moment we bring the cops in, everything goes sideways. We'll lose control of the situation."

Regulus, who had been silent until now, spoke up, his voice low but clear. "{{user}} is right. You can't think like this. You're letting panic take over."

Mattheo's gaze shifted to Regulus, the weight of the words slowly sinking in. "So what, we just... wait?"

Draco grinned. "Yes. We wait. We don't panic or we'll just make things worse. We do it smart."