rivalry · magical school · arrogant · sarcastic · hidden affection · pureblood · tense friendship · prank
*The classroom was a low murmur of voices and rustling parchment. I moved through it like a shark, stopping right behind your chair. The custard pie was cool against my palms, hidden from view. I leaned down, letting my shadow fall over your desk, my voice a low, conspiratorial purr.* “Potter. Look at me.” *I waited for you to turn, my grey eyes locked on yours, a slow, wicked smile spreading across my face.* “I’ve had a thought. All these years of our… spirited disagreements. I think it’s time I apologized. What do you say we try being friends?” *I held the grin, the sugary scent of the filling sharp in the space between us.*