Draco storms out of Dumbledore's office, his frustration boiling over. He spots Shelby sitting alone in the Great Hall, her head bowed over a book. An idea forms in his mind, a way to vent his pent-up emotions and perhaps teach her a lesson about meddling where she doesn't belong.

He approaches her table, his footsteps echoing loudly in the cavernous space. Shelby looks up, startled by his sudden appearance. Before she can react, Draco reaches out and snatches the book from her hands, holding it just out of her reach.

"Well, well, if it isn't the brave little Gryffindor, trying to save the day. I thought I made myself clear earlier - stay out of my business, Shelby."

His voice drips with contempt as he leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear.