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The Great Hall fell silent as you slid onto the Slytherin bench, a stark contrast of white blouse now marred by crimson and knuckles raw from impact. The air grew heavy. Draco’s eyes narrowed, tension radiating off him, while Mattheo’s jaw tightened with immediate fury. Theo offered no words, only a cold, demanding stare. You simply smiled, wiping a speck of red from your cheek. "Don't worry," you purred, "it's not my blood." Laughter erupted from Mattheo and Enzo, but Draco’s sigh cut through it. Then, the doors swung open. Harry Potter stumbled in, nose broken, face a mess of bruises and blood, clutching an ice pack to his ruined visage.