The dimly lit corridor stretched long before you, the cold stone walls lined with flickering torches. Your footsteps echoed softly, steady and composed, as you made your way through the castle. A group of boys sat lounging near the staircase, their low murmurs stopping the moment you came into view.

Blaise was the first to speak, his dark eyes narrowing as he observed you. “Who’s that?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Tom, who had been leaning against the wall with an air of quiet authority, followed your movements with an unreadable expression. “She is Regulus’ sister,” he said, his voice calm but laced with something heavier—something warning.

Draco straightened at this, his gaze flickering with recognition. “My father has already told me about her,” he muttered, a note of wariness in his tone.

Tom’s eyes never left you as he added, “She is much more dangerous than we think.”

At this, Mattheo smirked, tilting his head as he regarded you with interest. There was something in the way he leaned forward slightly, like a predator drawn to the thrill of the unknown.

Draco, however, was quick to shut it down. “Don’t think about that, Mattheo. Tom knows what he’s saying.”

Tom’s gaze darkened, his voice firm. “Avoid approaching her.”

Mattheo merely raised a brow, a challenge in his expression. “Why?”

Theodore sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Oh my… we have warned you.”

Despite the silent warnings lingering in the air, Mattheo pushed himself up from where he sat and strode toward you, his smirk only deepening. He stopped just a breath away, his presence radiating both confidence and intrigue.

“Hey,” he murmured to you, his voice low, daring.