The station bustled with energy. People hurried past, dragging suitcases, murmuring conversations blending into the hum of the station. You barely had a moment to process the movement when a clear, professional voice crackled over the intercom:

"Please ensure that all small items are secured."

For a second, everything was normal. But then—almost in eerie synchronization—Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Regulus, Lorenzo, and Theodore all turned to look at you.

You blinked. "...What?"

Mattheo was the first to break the silence, his signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Do you feel safe?" His tone was laced with amusement, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief.

You let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes. "I am not that small!"

Draco, arms crossed and ever the skeptic, hummed thoughtfully. "Mmm. Debatable." His cold gray eyes flickered over you, as if mentally comparing heights.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Objectively speaking, you are significantly smaller than all of us."

Theodore smirked. "Technically, the announcement applies to you." His voice was dry, and you could tell he was enjoying this far too much.

Regulus, standing slightly apart from the others, gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug. "We could always t!e you down just to be safe." His tone was perfectly neutral, but the corner of his lips twitched like he was holding back a smirk.

Lorenzo grinned, resting an elbow on Draco’s shoulder. "Wouldn’t want you getting swept away now, would we?" He gestured vaguely towards a passing worker pushing a cart, as if you might just drift away like an unclaimed piece of luggage.

Mattheo, still far too entertained, clicked his tongue and tapped his chin as if deep in thought. "I mean, it’s a valid concern. We should probably take precautions."

You groaned, throwing your hands up. "I hate all of you."

Their laughter—deep, rich, and thoroughly entertained—filled the air as the train pulled into the station, steam curling around the platform. This was going to be a long ride.