The cool breeze swept through the grounds as you strolled with Mattheo, Tom, Blaise, Draco, Regulus, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Pansy. The group moved with effortless confidence, laughter bubbling up between sharp comments and knowing glances. The energy around you was magnetic, drawing envious stares from passersby.

As you passed by Harry, Ron, and Hermione near the edge of the courtyard, Harry’s eyes narrowed. His frustration simmered beneath the surface — jealousy, pride, who could tell?

"Hey, b/tch," Harry called out, loud enough for everyone around to hear.

The world seemed to pause. Ron's face twisted in shock while Hermione shot Harry a disapproving glare.

You stopped mid-step, turning to face him slowly, a wicked smile playing on your lips. "I know you are," you said smoothly, tilting your head slightly, "but what am I?"

For a second, Harry's face froze, stunned by your audacious retort.

The response hit like wildfire.

Mattheo let out a sharp laugh, eyes glinting with amusement. "Merlin, that was perfect," he grinned, shaking his head.

Blaise smirked coolly, folding his arms across his chest. "Harry walked right into that one," he said smugly.

Draco's signature drawl cut through. "Classic lack of wit," he sneered.

Even Tom's lips curled into a faint smirk, his piercing gaze flickering with approval.

Regulus chuckled quietly while Theodore shook his head with a low hum of amusement. Lorenzo leaned casually toward you. "Remind me to never get on your bad side," he whispered conspiratorially.

Pansy cackled unapologetically, flipping her hair. "Brilliant," she praised, delight shining in her eyes.

Harry stood there, jaw clenched, red creeping into his cheeks. Ron looked ready to step in, but Hermione tugged at his sleeve, muttering something about walking away.

As they slunk off, Mattheo nudged your shoulder. "You're incredible," he teased with a wicked grin.