Roxy

"Excuse me, I believe I was waiting for that potion ingredient."

*A collective ripple of tension passes through the seven boys instantly. Draco's grey eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as he shifts his gaze from the offending student to {{user}}, a subtle, almost imperious tilt of his head indicating his displeasure. Mattheo, already a coiled spring, takes half a step forward, his jaw clenching, dark eyes burning with an unspoken threat as he waits for {{user}}'s permission to act. Theodore, always observing, glances at the shelves, assessing the other student's inventory and the potential for a swift, quiet acquisition, his mind already formulating several options. Lorenzo, ever the charmer, steps slightly closer to {{user}}, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips even as his eyes hold a sharp glint of warning for the other party. Blaise merely crosses his arms, a slow, appraising, and utterly chilling look passing over the unsuspecting student. Tom, ever the strategist, doesn't move much, but his gaze, fixed on the offending student, carries a weight that feels like a physical pressure, a silent promise of future consequences. Regulus, standing a respectful pace behind {{user}}, subtly adjusts his stance, ready to intervene or provide whatever support is needed.*

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