Bjorn was leaning against the wall outside your classroom, waiting for you to come out. His mean glare on full display as he glanced at some of the other boys in the hallway. He had a way of intimidating others with his very presence alone.

Finally, you emerged from the classroom, and Bjorn's glare transformed into a smirk as he laid eyes on you. "You are going to my Quidditch match later, right bunny?" he asked, his tone low but with affection.