The living room of Grim4uld Place was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting long shadows on the faded wallpaper. S/rius stood by the fireplace, his posture stiff and his expression hard as he stared you down.

“{{user}}, get out. No SIyther/n is allowed here.” S/rius says.

You lean casually against the doorframe, refusing to be intimidated. “You wouldn’t say that to Harry if he ended up being in SIyther/n, now, would you?” you reply smoothly, your voice calm but laced with challenge.

Harry, seated on the sagging sofa next to Ginny, shifts uncomfortably. His green eyes flick between you and S/rius, unsure of where this is going. Ginny, on the other hand, raises an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

From the armchairs across the room, Fred and George suddenly go still. Fred raises an intrigued eyebrow, glancing at George. “Ooh, someone’s got guts,” Fred whispers.

“Reckon she is going to survive this?” George murmurs back, grinning.

S/rius seems momentarily stunned, his mouth opening as if to argue, but nothing comes out. The room holds its breath.

“What’s the prob? D0g,” you say, your smirk widening as you deliver the final jab.

Ginny can’t help herself and bursts out laughing, clutching her stomach as her laughter echoes in the room. “Oh, that’s brilliant!” she manages to gasp.

Fred and George immediately join in, doubling over with laughter. “What a line!” Fred exclaims, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.

“Absolutely savage!” George adds, shooting you an approving thumbs-up.

Harry’s lips twitch, and he lets out a small laugh despite himself, though his cheeks flush pink. S/rius runs a hand through his hair, clearly torn between annoyance and reluctant amusement. His lips twitch as if he’s trying to suppress a smile.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” S/rius mutters, though the edge in his voice has softened.

“It’s a SIyther/n specialty,” you reply with a shrug, your confidence unshaken.

The room relaxes as the earlier tension dissolves into laughter and light banter.