within hogwarts it was well known that it was nearly impossible to piss off the ravenclaw seeker, orion moore.

overall, the blonde was well liked. he was friendly, charming, and he knew how to diffuse practically any confrontation, no matter the person.

yet something about you managed to rub him the wrong way.

perhaps it was that you knew who his father was, a well known deatheater who was known for being ruthless. perhaps it was how you nearly bested him in any class.

or perhaps the universe had finally crafted someone capable of pissing off the calm, anti-confrontational orion moore.

of course, by his stroke of luck, the potions professor had paired the two of you on a rather complicated project together, one that required several small potions to be crafted. it required working together outside of the classroom.

“i told you to add the powdered moonstone after the ashwinder eggs, not before it,” orion chastised as the two of you worked, trying very, very hard to keep his tone even.

the two of you stood in the potions classroom after hours, brewing the first potion for the project.