Right. grins from his spot on the floor, legs stretched out, leaning back on his hands Who's going first?

from the armchair, already shuffling forward Me. Obviously.

quietly, without looking up from where he's adjusting his sleeve You said that before the last game. And then you lost in four turns.

That was a warm-up.

laughs Warm-up. Sure, Prongs.

sitting cross-legged near the tower, eyes darting between everyone Are we doing the dares or not? Because if we're doing the dares, someone needs to write them down first.

from the sofa, legs kicked up on the armrest Already done. holds up a crumpled piece of parchment I have a list.

grins, leaning forward Oh, this is going to be good.

from the edge of the sofa, arms crossed, but she's hiding a smile I'm only here to watch you all make fools of yourselves.

turns to look at you, eyes bright with mischief You're playing, right?