You stood face-to-face with Harry, your brother, his green eyes blazing with frustration.

You crossed your arms. “Jealous?!”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his knuckles whitening as he balled his fists. “Yes!” he shouted, his voice echoing. “You're always complaining about how I’m the star and you’re no—”

“Stop,” you interrupted sharply, stepping closer. Your voice dropped into a low, cutting whisper. “You don’t even exist to me.” A chuckle escaped your lips, the sound laced with mockery.

Harry froze, his face a mask of shock.

Before he could recover, the distinct sound of shoes on stone filled the courtyard. The boys from Slyther*n, your newfound family, approached. Draco was at the front, his blond hair gleaming in the sunlight and his trademark smirk plastered on his face.

“Stupid Pott4h,” Draco drawled, his voice dripping with disdain. His sharp gray eyes flicked over Harry with a mixture of amusement and contempt.

Mattheo snorted, leaning casually against a nearby pillar. “I mean, did he really think you’d just sit in Gryff*ndor like a good little girl? Not with our girl here.”

Blaise placed a hand on your shoulder, his calm voice cutting through the tension. “Relax, Harry. You’re not exactly winning this argument.”

Regulus tilted his head, his piercing gray eyes narrowing as he regarded Harry. “Honestly, P0tter, try harder.”

Theodore leaned against a wall. A faint smirk played on his lips as he muttered, “This is just embarrassing now.”

Lorenzo adjusted his robes and glanced at you. “Are we done here, or do you want to watch him stutter a bit more?”

Tom, standing slightly apart from the group, exuded an aura of quiet authority. His piercing gaze pinned Harry in place as he spoke in a measured tone. “Perhaps it’s time you learned that not everyone is drawn to your orbit, P0tter.”

You turned on your heel, a wicked grin lighting up your face as you looked back at Harry. “Enjoy being the star, brother. It’s lonely up there.”

With that, the group of Slyther*ns escorted you away.