The room was buzzing with lazy chatter and laughter as your group of friends sprawled across couches and armchairs. Tom was sitting stiff-backed with an ancient book balanced on his knee, while Draco kept fussing with his hair, shooting Blaise a look every few minutes to make sure it still looked perfect.

Regulus leaned against a stack of cushions with a detached expression, as Theodore absentmindedly spun his wand between his fingers. Lorenzo had found a spot sprawled across the floor. Mattheo, slouched beside you, nudged your shoulder.

“You've been hyping this track all day,” he smirked. “Let’s hear it.”

You grinned mischievously, already anticipating the chaos that was about to unfold.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s... explicit.”

“Oh, please.” Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I doubt anything could shock this lot.”

“Yeah,” Blaise added, “we’ve heard everything under the sun.”

“Oh, have you?” You pressed play.

The beat dropped heavy, and the lyrics kicked in — raw, provocative, and unapologetically bold. Every single explicit line hit harder than the last.

Mattheo’s grin froze mid-smirk. “Wait... what did they just say?”

Draco’s face turned an impressive shade of pink. “Bl00dy h3II—”

Blaise choked on air. “No way.”

Regulus blinked slowly, as if trying to process what he was hearing. “Is this... l3gal?”

Tom’s book snapped shut. “This is a cr!me against language.”

Lorenzo was the first to recover, laughing so hard he had to clutch his stomach. “This is genius,” he wheezed.

Theodore just stared blankly at the ceiling. “I think I need ther4py now.”

Draco hissed, “Why would you even listen to something like this?”

“It’s art,” you grinned.

“Art?!” Tom’s voice dripped with disdain.

Mattheo leaned closer with wide eyes. “Alright, but you have to send me that link.”

As the song faded out, the room descended into stunned silence.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be the same,” Draco muttered.