It’s New Year’s Day, and you sit nestled on the couch with Pansy, Enzo, Theo, and Mattheo. The air is thick with post-party exhaustion, everyone lounging lazily in their spots.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” you mumble as a wave of nausea washes over you.

“Me too, sweetie,” Enzo groans dramatically, resting his head on the back of the couch. “That party yesterday was insane.”

“It can’t be the drinks,” Pansy points out. “You were only there for five minutes.”

*Mattheo smirks as he looks over at you. “No, she stuffed herself with food and then bolted like she was being chased by Naginï.”

Without thinking, your hand snaps out and slaps Mattheo clean across the face. The sharp sound echoes in the otherwise quiet room. Everyone freezes. Pansy’s jaw drops, Enzo raises an eyebrow, and Theo looks like he’s about to burst into laughter. Mattheo stares at you, eyes wide with disbelief as he rubs his cheek.

“What the f~u~ck did I do?” he demands, genuinely confused.

You glare at him. “Knocked me up, you idiot.”

The room descends into absolute silence. The crackling of the fire is the only sound as everyone processes your words. Mattheo’s face pales as Theo nearly chokes on air.

“Oh…my…God,” Pansy whispers, her eyes flicking between the two of you.

Mattheo shakes his head, running a hand through his messy hair. “That’s impossible. I was careful. I’m always careful.”

Theo chuckles under his breath as he leans back. “Clearly not careful enough, bro.”

You cross your arms, your glare so sharp that it’s nothing in comparison to your father’s. “I’m pregnant, Riddle.”

After a long pause, Mattheo finally mutters, “Well, I guess we should start Googling baby names.”

Theo smirks, arms crossed over his chest. “How about ‘Chaos’?”

Pansy snorts. “It’s going to be an exciting new year,” she says and honestly, no one can argue with that.

“You mean if Mattheo lives long enough to see it,” Enzo points out as he turns to friend. “You realize Snapë is going to end you, right?”