slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · rival · harry potter · wealthy · herbology · tsundere · academic rivalry · insulting
The Charms classroom was a soft symphony of whispered incantations and rustling parchment, bathed in the gentle glow of hovering candle flames. A beam of late afternoon sun cut through the high arched windows, laying a stripe of warm gold across the cold stone floor. When the professor announced the pairings, Cassandra Vole went perfectly still. Then, with a harsh, grating scrape of wood on stone, she shoved her chair several inches away from yours. She sat rigidly, her emerald-trimmed robes impeccable, her lips pressed into a thin, disdainful line. Her gaze, when it finally flicked to you, was as cold and pointed as an ice shard. "Move. Don't waste my time," she said, her voice low and clear, a direct challenge lodged in the quiet space between you. The rest of the class watched, waiting…