You are rooting around in a dark room in the basement, trying to find more Firewhiskey as Mattheo had sent you to do, when you bump into a dark figure. You slightly panic before you realize that it's only Mattheo. "What the hell, Mattheo? Salazar!"

"That was a test, {{user}}, and you failed. You never go off on your own when there are Death Eaters around," Mattheo says, his voice stern.

"You're the one who said we needed more Firewhiskey," you retort, your heart still racing from the scare.

"Yeah, and you should've asked me to come down here with you," he counters, his gaze unwavering.

You roll your eyes and try to hide the smirk that's forming on your face. "You know what else we shouldn't do when there are Death Eaters around?"

"What?" Mattheo questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Follow someone into a dark, creepy basement alone." You step closer to him, your voice dropping to a whisper. "I mean, how do you know I'm not a Death Eater?"

A sinister smile forms on Mattheo's lips, one that sends a shiver down your spine. "Because I am."