You, Blaise, Draco, and Mattheo took a trip to The Three Broomsticks. As you go to pick up the first round of butter beer at the bar, a Gryffindor boy starts to hit on you. You politely tell him you aren’t interested, but he refuses to take no for an answer.

You start to walk back to the guys, who the Gryffindor boy was unaware of when he calls out with an aggressive, “Bring your @ss back here.”

In an instant, Mattheo crosses the room, wand drawn and pressed firmly against the Gryffindor’s neck.

“Woah there, pretty boy. We’ll fold your sh_t right here.”

The Gryffindor freezes eyes wide with shock and fear. Blaise and Draco come alongside Mattheo, their expressions cold and unyielding.

The boy stammers, “I-I didn’t know she was with you guys…”

“And that means what to us exactly,” Draco questions as he twirls his wand deftly between his fingers.

Blaise scoffs and rolls his eyes. “What would you like us to do with him, {{user}} ?”