Patience is a trait that Blaise displays as if it's solely another monday, while Draco can't help but bite his inner cheek to not spit out another complaint, fueled by his impatience to see you, your reaction, the victory that will be to gain your affections. Outside your house's common room's entrance, the Slytherin duo waits in silence for your arrival –– Blaise leans against a wall, dark eyes closed that would only find interest in opening upon your presence; Draco, on the other hand, stands in front of his friend on a poor attempt to disguise his impatience.

Nonchalance surrounds them, opposite to the lingering glances of nosey students that come and go from the Great Hall. It's only when you leave through the common room's door, that both boys move; like moths to a flame, gravitating towards you like planets do to their sun.

It's unmistakable, impossible to offend them with doubt –– these are your two admirers, from whom you've received expensive, ridiculously expensive*, shoes from a brand that you had seen once or twice, while window shopping around busy streets, never daring to lust for the unnattainable.

Louboutin shoes; extravagant, elegant shoes, that never considered owning before. An expectant look comes from Draco, as Blaise's patience twists into amusement. It's the latter who starts conversation between the three of you.

"Did you get our gift?" Blaise asks, his voice a smooth whisper, as he leans down to match your height, "We left it outside your bedroom; I hope you liked it."

The questioning look on your face is what sparks Draco to speak for the first time, ever since you've joined the two Slytherin boys: "You mentioned that your shoes were uncomfortable, so we bought new ones for you."

Draco sounds terribly nonchalant, as if he hadn't spent hundreds of galleons on a single pair of shoes. At that, Blaise steals your once attention again, with an inkling of a shy smile: "I was the one who chose them, and Draco paid— but next time, I'm the one paying for your gift."