You were sitting in the Great Hall when the tension between Sirius and Regulus finally boiled over. The brothers stood face-to-face, eyes blazing, each ready to throw the first punch.

“You think you can just waltz in and take {{user}}, don’t you?” Sirius snarled, fists clenched.

Regulus glared back, his voice low and dangerous. “Who said anything about thinking I could? I know I can.”

Just as Sirius raised his fist, Professor Dumbledore’s voice cut through the heated air. “Black!”

Both brothers froze, turning towards the Headmaster. “Professor Dumbledore?” they respond simultaneously.

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled with a mix of stern authority and understanding. “A word, if you please. You, too, Miss {{user}}.”