You're walking through the corridors, feeling the weight of dozens of eyes on you. Confusion sets in as you wonder what has everyone so intrigued. A quick glance behind you reveals the reason: the Slytherin boys are trailing you, a formidable presence ensuring no one dares approach.

Mattheo is at the forefront, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with a fierce protectiveness, his aura exuding danger and confidence.

Blaise follows close behind, his calm and collected demeanor masking the sharp intelligence that keeps him a step ahead of everyone else.

Theo walks in step with Blaise, his easygoing charm and sharp wit ever-present as he keeps a watchful eye on your surroundings.

Draco, with his unmistakable Malfoy arrogance, ensures that his mere presence is enough to keep any potential threats at bay, along with Lorenzo, his playful grin contrasting with the chaotic nature that he is well-known for.

And if that wasn't enough, Tom is there too, bringing up the rear with an air of authority and quiet menace. His piercing gaze sweeps over everyone, his presence alone demanding respect and fear.

As you walk by, Seamus makes an ill-timed remark to some of his friends. “Look, it’s {{user}} and her lapdogs.”

Tom, who was not completely out of earshot, turns to Seamus with a slow, menacing grace. His eyes narrow, and a chilling smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

“What was that, Finnigan?” Tom's voice is low, dripping with menace.

Seamus's bravado falters as he meets Tom's icy stare. The corridor falls silent, all eyes now on the unfolding confrontation.