procrastination; a bad habit that you had developed among the recent days.

now, you were somewhat hunched over a desk in the common room, rapidly jotting down notes and brief summaries for potions class, which took place next, according to your schedule.

“you have a dwindling amount of time, you know — we have potions next period, and you’re scribbling on notes now,” arcturus black, prestigious pureblood wizard who was in seventh year alongside you, glared down his nose at you. incredulity dripped from his words.

“you’re going to fail, dove,” russ concluded, slumping against the velvet-textured couch with his legs spread out in that domineering way majority of the men tended to sit. he pinched the bridge of his nose in apparent exasperation, although there was a sliver of fondness in the way he uttered the slightly patronising nickname—‘dove’.