The welcoming atmosphere of Three Broomsticks Bar was a stark contrast to the trio who had just entered. Draco, Theodore and Blaise walked around the room with calculated steps, arrogance oozing from their gazes as they roamed the room, taking in the details around them like predators on the prowl. They laughed among themselves, silently mocking the conversations around them, until a point of interest captured their attention — you.

Sitting alone at the counter, you were a Gryffindor girl, with a glass of butterbeer in your hands and the notebook open in front of you, your fingers slid smoothly across the paper, sketching something that the trio couldn't decipher from a distance.

It was Blaise who first took the step, with Draco and Theodore right behind, like sharp shadows of the same blade. Their mischievous smiles were already a warning.

"So, a Gryffindor, alone, in a place like this," Draco said, his voice thick with irony. "Does it look like we have a brave Gryffindor in our territory?"

Theodor smiled mischievously and spoke. "A beautiful temptation, isn't it? corazón."

Blaise bowed slightly, his eyes flickering up and down you. "That dress is too short, princess."