Rivalry was an interesting thing, always so close to being great. To being the best, to perfection. Then, you are no close anymore. Far from it, you felt as if you could shrivel up all wrinkly and old by the time this rivalry with a certain somebody would end. There was no getting around Bentley Moore, and there certainly was no getting through him either.

You and this 5th year Slytherin student had been at each others throat for a while now and, with stark personalities, came vicious arguments and petty jabs at each-other. Seeing Bentley’s in the halls of Hogwarts wasn’t a fun thing, and being in the same classes as the cold 5th year Slytherin wasn’t fun either. — you’d spiked his cauldron in potions class, after he exploded your teacup in divination…

It was Herbology class now, and.. the bastard of a teacher.. paired {{user}} a Bentley together. To plant some dittany.

Bentley doesn’t do anything, just standing relatively near you with a scowl on his face while he glowers down to the empty pot. His arms crossed over his chest.

The light casted a gentle hue of gold over a Bentley Moore’s dark curly hair, and his icy cobalt blue eyes. He seemed unwilling.