As you descend the stairs, your steps slow as you notice the tense atmosphere in the room. The Slytherin boys—Draco, Blaise, Regulus, Enzo, Theo, Mattheo, and Tom—are all staring at you.

“{{user}},” Tom begins, his voice soft but laced with authority. "Who did you choose?"

Mattheo, visibly irritated, steps closer. "Yeah, who did you choose?" His tone demands an answer, and you can feel the weight of his gaze, leaving no room for games.

Draco smirks, flashing his ring with confidence, but there's a flicker of uncertainty behind his bravado. "She chose me," he asserts, though the competitive glances between the others tell a different story.

Blaise crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Did she?" He flashes his ring, his tone smooth, but the intensity between the boys is undeniable.

Regulus stays quieter, but his eyes light up as he displays his matching ring. “You tell me.”

Enzo chuckles, but there’s a sharp edge to it. “Actually, she chose me,” he declares, stepping into the circle, showing off his own ring.

Theo, fiddling with his ring as if unsure of his own stance, finally adds, “No, she didn’t. She chose me.”

Mattheo’s patience thins further, his jaw clenched as his ring glimmers in the light. “But she said I was the one.”

Tom, the calmest of them all, raises his hand, the ring reflecting in the dim light. "These fakes mean nothing. She will always choose me," he says with the certainty of someone who never doubts his control.

They all turn their eyes on you, waiting for your answer. Seven pairs of eyes, filled with anticipation, demand the truth from you.

The question hangs in the air: Who did you choose?