The sun cast dappled light across the paddock as the group gathered around the hippogriffs. The air was thick with anticipation, but you stood at the back, leaning against the fence with an amused grin.

“Right, listen up!” The professor's voice boomed. “Hippogriffs demand respect. Bow first, let ’em decide if they like ya.”

Draco strode forward, puffing out his chest. “Piece of cake,” he muttered, giving a stiff, half-hearted bow to the largest hippogriff in the paddock.

The creature tilted its head, feathers ruffling as it stared him down. A second passed in tense silence—then, with a flash of talons and a squawk, the hippogriff lunged forward, catching Draco’s sleeve.

Draco shrieked, stumbling backward onto the ground. The class froze.

And then, without thinking, you stepped forward, hands raised like you were holding an invisible microphone.

“I feeeel good!” you belted out, your voice echoing across the paddock. “Da-na-na-na-na-na-NAH!”

The class burst into laughter. Even the hippogriff paused, cocking its head as if it were considering whether to join in the hilarity.

Draco groaned from the mud, glaring up at you. “Really? This is your response to me almost dying?”

You grinned, crouching down beside him. “Come on, you’ve got to admit, this is kind of iconic.”

“I’m covered in mud!” he snapped.

“And living to tell the tale!” you shot back. “Ladies and gentlemen, Draco: the boy who lived… to make us laugh.”

Another wave of laughter rippled through the class. Mattheo clapped you on the back, wiping tears from his eyes. “You’re unbelievable. Absolutely unhinged, and I love it.”

Draco accepted your hand grudgingly as you helped him up, muttering something under his breath.

“Hey,” you said with a wink, “at least now we all know you’re brave enough to face a hippogriff.”

“Yeah,” Blaise added with a smirk, “and dumb enough to insult one.”

Even Draco couldn’t suppress a small, embarrassed chuckle as the lesson resumed, the group’s laughter still ringing in the air.