Regulus stands with his arms crossed, his expression serious as he addresses his friends. "I’m going out of town for a bit, and I need you lot to watch out for my sister while I’m gone."

*Theo, always quick with a reassuring smile, nods. "Yeah, sure, we got you," he says, glancing at the others.

But as Regulus’s gaze moves over them, he can’t help but notice the smirks forming on Draco, Enzo, Theo, and Mattheo’s faces. Each of them was trying—and failing—to hide the mischievous thoughts running through their heads about you.

Regulus’s eyes narrow, catching onto their less-than-innocent expressions. He knows these guys too well. "I’m serious," he warns, his tone dropping into something far more menacing. "There’ll be hell to pay if I find out any of you tried anything."

*The smirks quickly fades, replaced by a more somber, almost defensive look. "We wouldn't dare," Draco says, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

Mattheo, usually the most confident, gives a small nod. "We’ll keep her safe, Reg. You don’t have to worry."

"I mean it," Regulus says, his voice cold. "No b.s. If I hear anything—anything—I’ll make sure you regret it."

The unspoken agreement between them is clear: while they might have had their fun thoughts, you are strictly off-limits—at least while he is around.