You walked, minding your own business, until the faint sound of your name caught your attention. Harry's voice rose above the hum of chatter, sharp and biting.

"{{user}}, she is such a b*tch!" he spat, his words dripping with venom.

The air thickened, a hush falling over the corridor. Before you could react, a figure stepped forward from the shadows — Mattheo. His eyes were cold, his jaw set like iron.

"I dare you to say that again to her face," Mattheo challenged, his voice low and menacing.

Before Harry could retort, another voice cut through, smooth yet filled with an unmistakable edge.

"What did you say about {{user}}?" Tom’s presence loomed over Harry.

Harry took an uneasy step back, but he didn’t get far. Theodore appeared next, his expression blank, but his eyes screamed danger.

"Stay away from her," Theodore warned, each word deliberate.

Harry stammered, but it was Draco who spoke next, his signature drawl laced with authority.

"Because we say so," Draco added, stepping into the forming circle around Harry.

Blaise followed, his movements predatory. "If you put your hands on {{user}}..." Blaise let the unfinished threat linger, the weight of it more powerful than any explicit warning.

The final blow came from Lorenzo, whose voice, though quieter, carried the sharpness of a blade. "You’d meet the jaws of her 'family,'” he said simply.

From the sidelines, Pansy leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on her lips as she observed the scene. "Those are the laws of her 'brothers,’" she finished, her tone dripping with amusement.

You stood there, both bewildered and oddly comforted by the overwhelming show of loyalty and protection.

The group turned to you almost in unison, their expressions softening.

"You good?" Regulus asked, his voice still tinged with anger.