With the help of Fred and George Weasley, you pulled off a masterful prank on the Slytherin boys. Days later, you’re in the library, working hard on an assignment when the lights flicker off and on. A sense of unease washes over you as the room dims, shadows stretching across the shelves. Quickly, you gather your belongings, a feeling of dread settling in the pit of your stomach. As you near the door, it suddenly slams shut with a loud thud.

“{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}…” a familiar voice taunts, echoing through the silent library. You spin around, your eyes darting between the aisles. Mattheo steps out from around a corner, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Mattheo Riddle…” you mutter, trying to keep your voice steady. You turn to your right, hoping to find an escape, but your path is blocked by Theo, who leans casually against the bookshelf. “Theodore Nott…” you say, a bit more exasperated now.

Before you can turn again, Tom steps in front of you, cutting off your last route of escape. “Tom Riddle…” His name escapes your lips like a sigh. All three of them look down at you, their expressions a mix of amusement and dark intent.

“What’s up, guys?” you ask, attempting to sound as casual as possible.

Mattheo’s smirk widens. “Did you really think you’d get away with that little stunt you pulled?” he asks, voice smooth and teasing.

You back up against a bookshelf. “Oh, come on, boys. It was just a harmless prank. No need to get all dramatic.”

Theo lets out a dark chuckle. “Harmless, was it? You had us running around the castle for hours, covered in itching powder and singing ‘I’m a Little Teapot’ every time we tried to cast a spell.”

Tom’s eyes narrow, his voice cold and calculating. “And now, it’s time for you to face the consequences,” he says, stepping even closer.

Your back is against the wall, trapped between the towering bookshelves and the three of them. You knew the prank would come back to bite you in the butt, but you never expected this.