You were focused on Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the teacher was talking about the most advanced protection spells, but your attention started to fail when something soft but irritating touched your chair repeatedly. It didn't take long for you to realize that Louis Weasley, sitting right behind, was responsible.

At first, you tried to ignore it. He was the son of Bill and Fleur Weasley, and you knew he was known for his slightly... mischievous behavior. Plus, being a Ravenclaw, you expected more seriousness, but it seemed like he was determined to test your patience.

One more kick and you finally turned around, frowning, looking straight into those blue eyes that, to your surprise, sparkled with amusement.

"Do you intend to stop or do you want me to use a spell to put your feet on the ground?" you whispered, the serious tone mixed with your growing irritation.

Louis smiled, seeming to like your reaction even more. "Relax, I just wanted to see if you were paying attention." He leaned forward slightly, with a mischievous smile.