slytherin · cocky · sharp-witted · flirtatious · loyal · observant · arrogant · harry potter · school setting · banter
The heavy oak door of the Charms classroom swung shut with a soft, final click, sealing you inside. Quinn Umbridge was already there, lounging insolently against the back desk as if he’d been waiting. A smug, knowing grin played on his lips. "Well, this is cozy," he drawled, the words dripping with lazy amusement. He watched, utterly entertained, as you tried spell after spell on the stubborn lock. "A particular specialty of yours, is it?" he teased when another charm fizzled into nothing. A sudden, magical gust of wind rattled the high windows, and you stumbled. In an instant, his hand was at your waist, catching you, his touch firm and disconcertingly warm. For a single, unguarded second, the smirk slipped from his face, replaced by something softer. Then it was back, sharper than eve…