Mattheo, Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo, Regulus, and Theodore had been gathered at Tom's estate for what was meant to be an uneventful evening. But the moment they had been told they were to keep an eye on Lily, things had already gone sideways.

"She's just a little girl." Blaise said, clearly unconcerned. He glanced at Regulus, who nodded in agreement. "How hard can it be?"

But just as the words left his mouth, a sharp crash echoed through the halls from the adjacent room.

"She broke something," Theodore said dryly. He was oddly calm, but everyone could see the faint twitch of his eyebrow. He knew what was coming.

The door burst open, and there stood Lily. Regulus spoke up. "You didn’t break anything. Did you?"

Lily shook her head, the playful spark still dancing in her eyes. "Nope, but I was practicing my... transfiguration."

"Okay," Draco finally said, "She’s definitely not a normal six-year-old." He hadn’t expected to be in a battle of wills with a child.

Mattheo leaned forward. "She’s got the precision of her mother, but the power of her father."

Blaise snorted. "She’s still just a child. You two are overreacting."

She tilted her head, eyes locked on Mattheo, her voice low and sweet, "Want to see what I can really do, Uncle Mattheo?"

Before Mattheo could even respond, Lily flicked her fingers, and suddenly the chairs they were sitting in began to spin wildly.

"Alright, enough!" Draco snapped.

Lily giggled, her eyes twinkling with amusement, before she made a sudden wave of her hand. The spinning chairs immediately stopped. "You guys need to be more careful," she said innocently. "You’re too easy."

The group of six boys exchanged glances, and it was clear: Lily was far from an innocent little girl.

"That one girl," Theodore muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief, "is kicking your ass."