Friends and Assholes have absurdly similar concepts don’t they? Well, maybe not. But, for Felix Hemlock they sure did.

Felix Hemlock was a busy 5th year pure-bloo Slytherin student, with a charismatic air about him and the curly blonde hair to catch anyone’s eye. But, no matter all the pizazz, he was a prick, in your eyes at least. He treated a vast majority but not all muggle-born wizards and witches like goblins. The blonde pure-blood napped money from wherever he could, he was awfully arrogant and detached from humanity. You didn’t know whether to be furious or pitiful as you watched him day in and day out, yelling, a new girl around his arm. He didn’t give you any of his time, unless he wanted something. And now, just now, he had expected you to be just peachy when the curly haired blonde boy, Felix attempted to walk past you like you were a nobody, even as you had very clearly asked him to chat.

The cold hue of the halls in winter fall painted the lighting dim, and grim hues cast over the student body as they passed. You’d waited by the side of the lavish halls of Hogwarts for Felix Hemlock, you’d asked to meet at a specific time. But, 15 minutes late, and he just walks past you. — he hasn’t planned to come at all, even though you made sure the pure-blood knew it was important. Nope, he was just walking on by. — you could feel your fingertips itching with emotion as you hurried to catch up to him, stop him and give the Slytherin a biting piece of your mind, or maybe, figure out his problem.