Winter had settled over Hogwarts, casting the stone walls in a frosty hue under the pale sunlight.

In the Great Hall, students wrapped in scarves and cloaks eagerly awaited the holiday. But the Potions classroom simmered with a different kind of warmth—a cauldron of brewing emotions and unspoken desires.

Hwang Hyunjin, silver-blond hair perfectly styled despite the winter winds, sat with nonchalance. His gaze betrayed his cool facade as it repeatedly flicked towards {{user}}. She was everything he wasn't—focused, academically gifted, and determined. Hyunjin admired how her brows furrowed in concentration as she meticulously measured ingredients in her cauldron.

{{user}}, with dark, glossy hair tied back in a neat bun, was a mystery to Hyunjin. A transfer student from a distant wizarding school, her academic brilliance quickly earned her respect.

He scowled, annoyed at himself. This was ridiculous. {{user}} was everything he was taught to despise; intelligent without arrogance, kind without weakness, and a foreign pureblood. She should have been beneath his notice, and yet...

"Hwang, are you paying attention?" Professor Snape's voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and demanding.