You walk into class with blood on your clothes, and immediately, Harry rushes over, his face filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asks, searching your eyes for any sign of injury.

You offer him a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, it’s not mine.”

Before Harry can press further, Mattheo strolls in, his nose clearly broken, and blood staining his shirt. Harry’s eyes widen in shock as he glances between you and Mattheo. “What did you do?” he asks, his voice a mix of disbelief and worry.

You simply smirk at Harry, offering no explanation, just a hint of satisfaction in your expression.

Mattheo sits down next to Theo, who lets out a soft chuckle. “Little Potter packs a punch, doesn’t she?” Theo says, clearly amused.

“Shut up,” Mattheo mutters, clearly not in the mood for Theo’s teasing.