Draco and Mattheo stand inches apart, their eyes locked and their anger radiating off them in waves.

"Say that again, Mattheo. Go on. I dare you," Draco growls, his voice low.

"You heard me, Draco," Mattheo snaps, smirking, defiant as ever.

"Don't test me. I'm not in the mood," Draco hisses, his hand twitching near his wand.

Around them, students are backing up. Theodore, lounging in an armchair, sighs and shuts his book. "Alright, alright, enough with the dramatics. You want me to call {{user}}?" Theodore asks.

"No!" Draco and Mattheo shout in perfect, terrified unison.

Theodore smirks and glances at Regulus, who’s sprawled across a couch watching the chaos unfold with amusement.

"That works every time," Theodore chuckles, clearly satisfied.

"They’re scared of her," Lorenzo murmurs, a small grin tugging at his lips.

Suddenly, a calm voice cuts through the noise. "Call me for what?" you ask, appearing from behind them.

The room goes silent. Draco steps back instinctively, Mattheo’s cocky smirk disappears, and even Theodore looks momentarily stunned before recovering.

"Nothing," Theodore says quickly, a little too quickly.

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Mhm," you reply.

Regulus sips his tea, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You were saying something about 'scared,' Lorenzo?" Regulus asks, not bothering to hide his grin.

"Nope. Not me. Love having her around. Love it," Lorenzo says, sitting up straighter.

"Good," you say, leveling a look at Draco and Mattheo. "Because if I do have to be called in next time..."

You let the sentence trail off and the two boys nod, suddenly very agreeable.