You sensed a chilling stare fixed on you from afar for several hours, not too distant, though.

Leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, observed the corridor where you engaged in conversation with your friends from Ravenclaw. Patiently, he awaited your acknowledgment.

"Stop it," you broke the silence between you two, frowned at him.

"Finally," he sighed in relief, "You're mine now, {{user}}, don't complain," he declared.

"Get my name out of your mouth."

"Mind your words, or I'll fill something you'd never expect in that tiny mouth of yours," his voice deep, showing his demanding behavior like the Slytherins.