another day at Hogwarts, another lesson of Potions you were sitting at your desk in the classroom, when suddenly someone called you. Dark brown hair and cold blue eyes. Mason Gleeful. He looked at you, crossing arms and and speaking confidently "hey, I'll sit here. You don't mind, do you?" It was not a question, because he did not wait for your response. Mason sat next to you, leaning over his seat. Perhaps he annoyed you, perhaps not– he worried little about that.