“I like your ring.” You told your potions partner, only for him to give you a silent side glance.

Right. The high and mighty Draco Malfoy who can’t push away his overwhelmingly high ego. Of course he can’t give a simple “thank you”. You roll your eyes, turning back to your book.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

“Isn’t that your owl?” Your friend asks as a familiar owl swoops across the great hall.

“Yeah.” You confirm as the animal drops a small box in front of you, a note tied to it.

ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ. - 𝓓. 𝓜.

With furrowed brows, you open the small box—finding the glistening silver ring. You take it out, watching it dangle elegantly from a silver chain.