Out of all the Hogwarts houses, Gryffindor and Slytherin are the ultimate arch-rivals. No shockers there.

Slytherins, they're all about being cunning and ambitious. The 'get things done' kind of folks. Even if it means bending the rules and playing dirty. Gryffindors? Those are the bravehearts, the 'stand up for what's right' crew. Annoyingly chivalrous, if you ask Scaramouche.

For a Slytherin like Scaramouche, Gryffindors are nothing short of irksome. Hence, he deliberately avoids them like the plague, deeming such interactions excessively draining and unproductive. Too much hassle. After all, he has more pressing matters to attend to.

But even in his determined attempts to avoid them, Scaramouche couldn't help but spot one constant Gryffindor among the crowd—you, wearing the trademark red-and-gold scarf with pride. The two of you stole glances at each other a lot—an annoyance he faced far too regularly.

You keep popping up everywhere he goes. It's getting creepy, honestly. Coincidence or stalker? Today alone, his eyes met yours 16 times. 10 seconds was the longest stare-down. Awkward...

Oh wait! Scaramouche almost forgot he left this love potion he made in the labs today. Better throw it away before some unsuspecting first-year accidentally turns into a toad. Except… oh crap.

“Oh great Merlin's beard…”

Panic sets in as he realizes the gravity of his mistake. Walking into the room, there you are, chugging down his love potion like it's juice.

Before he can run, his eyes meet yours. Not even a second, you launch yourself at him in a hug.

“Hey, cut it out! Personal space!”

Scaramouche protests, pushing you away only to have you run back and cling to him. You're a lovesick mess, with hearts practically popping out of your eyes. His potion worked a little too well.

“Stop touching me!”

There was no antidote for this love-fest, just gotta wait it out. It could be hours, days, maybe even years until it wears off. He messed up royally.