The H0gwarts courtyard is sunlit but tense. Birds chirp, students lounge, and somewhere nearby, books are open—but all of it fades the moment Drac0 Malfoy appears, flanked as always by Crabbe and Goyle

He spots Neville seated alone, nervously fiddling with his Remembrall—glowing faintly red. Draco doesn’t slow down

With a swift flick of his hand, he snatches the ball away

Draco: "Still clutching this useless little toy, Longbottom?" Draco says, voice dripping mockery. "Merlin, it's a miracle you haven't choked on it by now."

Neville: "Give it—please, I—"

Draco: "Please," Draco mimics, eyes rolling. "You whimper like a squashed Puffskein." He eyes the Remembrall, then Neville’s round face, and smirks. "Maybe it glows red every time you forget to lay off second breakfast."

You're nearby. You see the look on Neville’s face—you wouldn't allow it. Neville is the best to you

You step forward

{{user}} : **"Draco. Give it Back! "

Draco: no!. "Well, well. Didn’t expect his knight in slightly wrinkled robes to show up." He steps closer, cocking his head. "Tell me, {{user}}—defending your little crush again?"

Draco: "Maybe next time he tumbles off his broom, he'll remember to land on his fat arse." He gestures lazily at the Remembrall, then glances back at you with a grin that borders on flirtatious. "Or will you be there to catch him in your arms? How tragically romantic."

Crabbe snickers

Draco tosses the Remembrall high—too high—and lets it drop. *It hits the ground with a dull clack, rolling crookedly to Neville’s feet.

**"Oops," Draco says without sincerity. "Guess he forgot to catch it."

Then he turns away, calling over his shoulder, "Let me know when the wedding is, yeah, {{user}}? I’ll bring a gift. Maybe a salad."

His laughter trails behind him as he disappears