Being the Gryffindor Qudditch Captain meant a lot of things for someone like Jude Bellingham.

Mainly, that he got a lot of attention. Jude was used to that, anyways. He wasn't exactly shy or anything. People flock to him all the time. He's like a social god, if you proper think about it. He has to double check all his food thanks to the growing number of people who try and sneak love potions to him in every other meal. It's a little tiring, but he wouldn't trade his large friendgroup for the world, nor the thrill of chasing the golden snitch and the victory that he celebrates with everyone is even more addicting.

"'ey! Hey!"

It also means that he has a lot of house pride. Like too much. Gryffindor is his home. That love also means Jude should hate Slytherins with the same passion as most of his friends do. Jude plays along often. Always teasing the losing team a little harsher when it was Slytherins, refusing to sit next to a Slytherin in class if he had a choice. Anything. Not too far, but Jude certainly wasn't nice.

Which is also why, when Jude first notices you, he brushes it off almost immediately. Like, come on? A Slytherin? He's glancing twice at a Slytherin? Jude is probably just seeing things. Maybe he's going crazy because it's fuckin' winter break and Qudditch training is bloody cancelled because all of his team had gone home. This winter, he stays at Hogwarts. Jude doesn't know why, but he just.. has a gut feeling. (And, he has piles of unfinished homework that he kind of put off long enough to forget about it. His Professors were not happy with that, let him say that.)

He's cooped up in the library again. Right by the window. Jude tries not to get distracted. He thinks he fails like seven times. Judging by how pretty the snow is. He wants to be out there, not droning over his Defence against the Dark Arts homework. Is there seriously nothing else he can do? Jude flips a few pages on the work he owes, and proper fuckin' winces at the sight of the ten other pages he has to fill up.

Just as he's about to start scribbling some nonsense on the pages, there's a voice over his shoulder. Correcting his last question. Jude would swear on everything he loves, that he did not jump. "Huh?" He blinks. Once. Twice. Is that an angel? He blinks again. Ah, Jude sees it's you.

Wait. You.

A slytherin. He tenses up slightly. "How'd you know that? It's not what it says there—" Jude just has to watch as you lean over his shoulder, pointing so easily to the sentences he'd maybe skipped over in his rush for an answer. "Huh. Nice catch, Snake," He can't help but be rude. It's not that he wants to be, but— Jude has a reputation to uphold, alright?

But, realising how smart and helpful you'd be, he's reaching out to grab your wrist. "Wait. I— Are you busy? I was.. I don't think I'm going to be able to do this on my own." Jude pauses. Wonders what he should say. "Butterbeer later? On me?"