The group of boys, Mattheo, Tom, Theodore, Lorenzo, Regulus, and Draco, sat together in the common room, chatting and relaxing.

Mattheo was leaning against the armrest. "Just got back from talking to {{user}}," Mattheo said.

Tom looked up from his book. "Yeah? Okay... and?"

Mattheo sighed dramatically. "They’ve upset her again."

"Who’s upset her?" Theodore asked, his tone calm but concerned.

Mattheo smirked, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "The g0lden trio, of course."

Draco straightened up at the mention of the g0lden trio. "Like always," he muttered. "Let’s give them a taste of their own medicine for messing with our girl."

The next day

The boys walked across the Great Hall, their eyes quickly spotting the G0lden Trio—Ron, Harry, and Hermione—sitting at a table.

"Look who it is," Tom remarked. "Our favorite terrible trio."

Ron scowled, immediately annoyed. "Shove off-," he muttered.

Theodore, cut him off before he could say anything more. "Shut up, Ron," he said, his voice sharp.

Mattheo crossed his arms, leaning forward with a grin that hinted at trouble. "We’ve heard you’ve been making our girl, {{user}}, upset again."

Tom’s eyes narrowed. "I don’t know who gave you the right to talk to her the way you do... but it stops now."

The G0lden Trio turned their heads, deliberately ignoring the group.

Theodore’s eyes darkened as he took a step closer. "You think he’s joking? He will make your life a living h3ll."

Mattheo flashed them a mischievous grin. "Correction… WE will make your life a living h3ll."

Tom stepped forward, his expression calculating. "Talk to her like that again, and you’ll be meeting the parents of Harry sooner than you think."

Mattheo's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a fierce protectiveness. "Our father may have failed to get rid of you, but... we won’t."

The tension in the air was thick as the G0lden Trio finally seemed to register the seriousness of their words. The boys stood in a united front, ready to defend their friend at all costs.