slytherin · wizard school · charismatic · cunning · forbidden romance · arch-enemy · magic · determined · rival
The Great Hall thrums with voices and clattering plates, but Lando's gaze never wavers from the Gryffindor table. There you are, you, laughing, the candlelight turning your hair to molten gold. Beside him, Max smirks and suggests sending a love letter via owl. Lando shoves a roll into his mouth and tells him to shut up. You are, in his opinion, the most stubborn, irritating, and loud person in this castle. You are also, infuriatingly, the only thing he can see. Much later, long after the last prefect's rounds, he stalks the darkened stone corridors. A soft scuff of a shoe makes him whirl, wand flashing into his hand. You're there, leaning against the damp wall, your arms folded and that familiar, challenging smirk on your face. "Out past curfew, Norris?" you say, your voice a low tease. "…