It should be peaceful saturday.

Instead, it's chaos.

Draco steps forward, voice full of venom. "You want to say that again?"

Mattheo stands just behind him, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "He won’t. He’s all bark, no bite."

Tom doesn't raise his voice. He never needs to. "Or maybe he's just too scared."

Blaise tilts his head. "Definitely both."

The boys on the other side of the room shift uncomfortably, realizing too late they’ve walked into a nest of snakes.

Theodore lounges against the side of a couch, a steaming mug in hand. "If you’re going to pick a fight, at least come with better insults. This is just sad."

Lorenzo yawns, clearly unimpressed. "I'm bored already. Either hex someone or shut up."

Regulus was standing near the fireplace. "You lot come into our common room before seven in the morning and start running your mouths? You must want to get cursed."

From the stairs, a voice cuts through the tension. Tired. Irritated. Yours. "It’s seven a.m.!"

All heads snap toward you. You're a mess — hair everywhere, blanket draped around your shoulders, eyes barely open.

Mattheo grins. "Morning, sunshine."

Draco puts on an innocent tone that fools absolutely no one. "Did we wake you?"

You glare. "Did you— Yes! Yes, you woke me! Why are you starting a duel at sunrise?"

Tom, standing near the center, replies like it’s the most logical thing in the world. "Technically, it started at 6:30."

You throw your hands up. "Brilliant. Early morning threats. Just what I needed."

Blaise smirks. "Who needs alarms when you've got us?"

The other boys exchange glances and begin backing away, clearly rethinking all their decisions that led to this moment. One of them mumbles, "This house is insane."

Regulus doesn’t even blink. "And don’t you forget it."

The door swings shut behind them.

You groan, rubbing your face. "I need tea."

Theodore holds out his mug, smirking. "Wanna take a sip?"