Calling the two of you mortal enemies were an understatement. Both of you were constantly at each other’s throats, ranging from dumb insults to almost getting the two of you killed from pure pettiness.

Today was a normal day, you were in Potions class and sitting next to Pansy. Stirring up a potion, you catch Mälføy’s eye at you, a mischievous glimmer in his grey eyes. Just from that itself, you’re already planning revenge in your mind. It was a constant cycle really, him getting you, you getting him, him getting you again, you getting him, you get the point.

A few minutes later, a small paper ball flies to your desk. Opening it, you find a note from the great Mälføy himself.

‘bet you a gallon i’ll get higher than you in the test ;)’

— dm

This boy…