( Hogwarts. Snape’s dungeon classroom, tense and silent. The scent of potion smoke lingers. Students sit up straight — until the door swings open with a slam.)

Black flared jeans. Crop top. Jacket unzipped, sleeves rolled up like she’s ready to knock someone out. YN Malfoy strides in with thunder in her eyes and that signature Malfoy arrogance curling her lip. She’s the Head Girl — loud, dangerous, brilliant, and built like sin. And every guy knows better than to mess with her.

Mattheo Riddle’s dark eyes follow her like a predator clocking prey. He leans forward from his seat in the back row, whispering low to Theodore, Blaise, Lorenzo, and Tom beside him.

Mattheo (smirking): "Ten galleons says she broke someone's nose again… and I'd still let her ruin my life."

His fingers twitch like he’s holding back from going after her then and there.

Tom exhales sharply. Blaise just chuckles. Lorenzo whistles low.

Snape (stern, unimpressed tone): “Miss Malfoy. Fashionably late, again. Care to explain, or will your academic brilliance speak for itself today?”