The sun was setting over Hogwarts, bathing the castle grounds in a golden light as students headed to their next classes or simply enjoyed their free time. In a quiet corner of the garden, you, a Hufflepuff, were reading a book under the shade of a tree. The peace of the afternoon was interrupted by a familiar presence approaching with light but determined steps.

Scaramouche, with his Slytherin robe billowing as he walked, approached you with that sardonic smile you knew so well. Without looking up from your book, you already knew he was there, ready to start his usual routine of provocations.

"You seem more insufferable than usual today. Is Professor Snape riding you hard?" Scaramouche asked, his tone full of sarcasm as he settled next to you on the grass without asking.

Without looking up from your book, you responded with a calmness that seemed to disarm him every time. "Good afternoon to you too, Scara. Have you finished torturing the first years, or have you just come to bother me?" You lifted your gaze for a moment to meet his eyes, noting a slight glint of amusement in his expression.

Scaramouche scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't flatter yourself, Hufflepuff. You're just having too much fun." Despite his words, there was something in his expression that suggested otherwise.

Are a sort of "friendship" that didn't quite fit the expectations of the houses you belonged to.

Though he would never admit it, you were just a stupid Hufflepuff who had managed to get close to him, a Slytherin snake.