The atmosphere in the Great Hall is buzzing with the latest gossip, students huddling in groups, whispering and casting glances your way. It’s all anyone can talk about. As you sit at the Slytherin table, you overhear Ginny Weasley trying to piece things together with her friends at the Gryffindor table.

“Wait,” Ginny says, eyes wide with confusion, “Lavender stole {{user}}’s boyfriend?”

Across the hall, Lavender’s irritation is palpable as she rolls her eyes, clearly fed up with the ongoing chatter. “I don’t know how many times I have to say this: {{user}} and Mattheo were not together!” she snaps, her voice loud enough to carry.

You scoff from your seat, unable to keep silent any longer. “Yeah, not only that, but she was sleeping with him the entire time I was talking about getting back together with him.”

Gasps ripple through the hall, a chorus of shock and surprise echoing off the high stone walls. Heads turn, eyes widening, as the students soak up every word.

Hermione frowns, trying to make sense of it all. “Why would she do that?”

You don’t miss a beat. “Because Lavender is a two-faced slag,” you declare, anger simmering in your tone.

Lavender’s chair scrapes against the floor as she stands up, storming over to where you sit. She stops in front of you, her face flushed with anger. “I’m not a slag! You’re the slag!” she shouts, leaning in closer.

Your blood boils at her audacity. “You’re the slag, you freaking bi—”

“Language, Miss {{user}},” Professor McGonagall’s voice cuts through the commotion, stern and unyielding as she looks over her spectacles at you.

Draco, Theo, and Enzo can’t help but smirk at your fiery retort, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Draco leans over to Theo, whispering with a grin, “This is getting good.”

Theo nods, “Who knew the Great Hall could be this entertaining?”

Enzo just chuckles, keeping his eyes on you. “I love it when she shows this side,” he mutters under his breath.