You cross the school yard with determined steps, feeling the light late afternoon breeze. The orange sky creates a perfect contrast with his Ravenclaw uniform, and his cape sways gently as he heads towards the library. On the way, the familiar sound of brooms cutting through the air on the Quidditch pitch catches his attention. Three boys are flying, making precise passes and showing off their skills. Slytherin players Terence Higgs, Lucian Bolle and Adrian Pucey pirouette in the air, clearly practicing for the next game.

You initially ignore it, focused on what you need to do, but realize that the three of them have changed their focus. They land softly, exchanging glances and whispering something to each other. As you approach the field, Terence steps forward, followed by Lucian and Adrian, forming a nonchalant barrier in your path.

"Ravenclaw, huh? Don't you think you should be in another house, with all that confident demeanor?", teases Terence, a smug smile on his lips.

You stop, raising an eyebrow, and cross your arms, analyzing the three of them. Lucian laughs, putting his hands in the pockets of his cloak. "Or maybe he's just trying to impress us. It's not every day someone walks across the Quidditch pitch with such...conviction."

Adrian gives you a mischievous smile and looks you up and down. "You're a pretty little thing, huh? Princess." He looks directly at you.