The Hall was abuzz with whispers. Your arrival had already sent shockwaves through the castle, your reputation preceding you like a shadow that stretched far beyond the flickering candlelight.

Students stole glances, some with curiosity, others with something closer to fear. You had been called many things—reckless, powerful, d4ngerous. But none of them had dared to say it to your face.

Until now.

Draco stepped forward, his trademark smirk in place, but there was something guarded in his posture.

"I’ve heard about you… the cr4zy, impulsive De4th Eater."

Silence fell over the group that had gathered.

A slow smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "Oh? That’s funny, Draco. I’ve heard about you too."

Beside him, Theodore leaned casually against the table, his sharp eyes watching the exchange with interest.

"They say you don’t follow orders," he murmured. "That you do things your own way."

Regulus—reserved and composed as always—gave a quiet chuckle. "They also say you don’t lose."

His words were measured, thoughtful. He had an air of quiet authority, one that set him apart from the rest.

Across from you, Mattheo grinned, clearly entertained by the unfolding scene. "Sounds like my kind of person." His voice was smooth, playful, but there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it.

Draco scoffed, shaking his head. "Reckless is what she is."

You took a step closer, your presence overwhelming.

"Reckless?" you echoed, tilting your head. "Or just not afraid?"

Draco’s smirk faltered for the briefest second, and that was all the confirmation you needed.

Theodore exchanged a glance with Regulus, something unspoken passing between them. Mattheo let out a quiet chuckle, as if he had already decided whose side he was on.

"Well," you mused, voice dripping with amusement, "I suppose we’ll see who’s right soon enough."

And with that, you turned, leaving them in the charged silence of your wake. The game had begun.