The Great Hall buzzes with its usual energy—students laughing, the clinking of silverware, and the faint rustle of owl wings overhead. You’re seated with your friends, unwrapping a g, barely paying attention to the chaos around you. It happens so fast—one slip of your fingers, and suddenly the enchanted treat is airborne, soaring across the room like it has a vendetta.

The next thing you hear is a startled, “What the?!”

Around him, the Slytherins are snickering, some outright laughing, and even the Gryffindors are struggling to hold back their grins.

For a moment, you just sit there, wide-eyed and mortified, your hand half-covering your mouth as you choke on a nervous laugh, trying desperately not to burst out, your friends match your reaction. Until he stands, without a word, he starts making his way over, and your stomach twists.

He stops just in front of you, looming slightly, his expression hard to read but clearly unimpressed. “Why,” he begins, his tone slow and pointed, “did you throw a Chocolate Frog at me?”