You were out walking through Hogsmeade with your best friend, Mattheo, when a large group of men walked out from a dark alleyway, surrounding you both, slowly closing in on you. Mattheo glances at you. He had a lot of enemies so it was most likely that these people were after him, having no interest in you.

“Stand behind me lia, I’ve got this.”

He turns, punching one of the men straight across the face, a proud smile on his face; after all he was used to fighting like this. He turned back to you to gloat but instead his eyes widened as he saw you standing over 3 trembling and beaten men, your knuckles bleeding and your new white shirt fresh with blood splatters. You used the back of your hand to wipe away a small trickle of blood that ran from your nose as you shifted to look back at Mattheo; he stood staring at you completely speechless

“What the actual fvck…”