You, Theo, Draco, Enzo, and Mattheo had a bond that many were envious of but not many wholly understood. The five of you were inseparable, each offering something unique to the group dynamic. Sitting in the common room one day, Daphne observed your interactions with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"I don't get why you all are so obsessed with her," Daphne says, her tone dripping with skepticism.

Theo takes a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly as he contemplates her question. "She's my breath of fresh air," he says simply, his eyes distant as if recalling a fond memory.

Draco, lounging comfortably in his chair, adds, "She doesn't ask questions. Anything I need her to do, she does." His voice is casual, but there's a hint of respect underlying his words.

Enzo, always the mischievous one, smirks as he chimes in, "She tries to keep me out of trouble, but we know how well that always turns out." The guys chuckle, knowing that there’s been a time or two where you’ve gotten caught up in Enzo’s shenanigans. "But, she gives me a reason to keep going," he finishes more seriously, his eyes flicking to you with a hint of gratitude.

Daphne scoffs, clearly unconvinced. She turns her attention to Mattheo, who has been silent so far, his expression unreadable. "And why is {{user}} so special to you?" she challenges.

A smirk tugs at the corners of Mattheo's lips as he leans back in his chair, rolling up his sleeves to reveal the Dark Mark prominently etched on his forearm. "She's always my alibi," he says, his tone casual yet laden with meaning.

"Your alibi?" Daphne repeats, confusion and a hint of fear in her voice.

Mattheo's smirk deepens, his eyes narrowing as he glares at Daphne in a way that sends chills down her spine. "My alibi," he repeats, his voice low and dangerous, making it clear that your role in his life is far more significant than Daphne could ever comprehend. “Got anymore questions, Greengrass?”