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Chapter 60|Dahlia

YVONNE'S POV

"How did you find me, Dahlia?" I asked, my wand still half-raised, heart thudding in my chest. She always had a flair for dramatic entrances, and tonight was no different.

"You see," she said with a smug grin, brushing dust off her cloak, "ever since you left Hogwarts for this little... field trip, our bond has been strong again. I could feel where you were—tracked you down with a little finesse."

I raised an eyebrow. "Hm. So why are you really here?"

Dahlia smirked. "Come on, Yvonne. You know Durmstrang's boring as fuck. Here? This—" she gestured around at the ragtag group of Slytherins, Gryffindors, and one annoyed Ravenclaw girl "—this seems a hell of a lot more fun."

I exhaled through my nose. "Fine. Let me introduce you to—"

"No need, sister," she cut in. "I know exactly who's who." She strode past me confidently, pointing. "These three? Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley. Gryffindor darlings. The brooding Slytherins are Draco Malfoy, Regulus Black, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott... and of course, Mattheo Riddle. And the little Ravenclaw? Astra Avery."

Everyone stared. Some narrowed their eyes. Dahlia flipped her dark curls over her shoulder like she owned the place.

Mattheo's voice was low and sharp. "You know us, but who are you?"

She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "My name is Dahlia Anastasia Rosier. Happy now?"

I glanced at Mattheo. His jaw was clenched, expression unreadable—but I knew that look. Distrust. Suspicion. That slow-burning anger he got when something—or someone—felt wrong.

"You almost killed us," he muttered coldly.

Dahlia gave a lazy shrug. "I was merely testing you."

"Mattheo," I warned, stepping between them before he said something harsh. "If you're going to stay, Dahlia, you can't be 'testing' anyone. That's not how this works."

She pouted dramatically. "Alright, alright. I'll play nice." Then her tone shifted back to casual. "So... where am I staying?"

As I led her toward an empty tent we'd set up earlier, I noticed Mattheo walking away toward ours, the tension practically radiating off him.

Dahlia, of course, didn't miss a beat. "Why is your boyfriend so moody?"

I sighed. "He doesn't think we should be out here. Searching for Horcruxes, putting ourselves in danger..."

"Then why didn't he stay behind?"

I paused, watching his silhouette vanish into the tent. "He's only here because of me."

Dahlia made a face. "That's cute, I guess."

"Mhmm, stay out of trouble, alright?"

She winked. "No promises."