Two of the best students at Hogwarts. You and Mattheo Riddle. You were both kissed by Merlin having aptitude for most of the subjects represented within the castle walls, be it Potions or Transfiguration, Quidditch or just flying on broomsticks. The unspoken rivalry began back in first year when Riddle's pride was questioned and he let a lot of toads into your briefcase, which he knows you hate with all your soul.

From then on, it continued to get more and more absurd, turning into a competition between children rather than respectable educated wizards. What's more, this rivalry hatred had turned personal. Mattheo became the reserved second place, everywhere. You were popular, you were nauseatingly nice to everyone, he wanted to burst out laughing when you tried to be polite even though your lips curved in resentment.

You were worse than him and he knew it. The hatred and rejection raging in him played a cruel joke especially when you, as the head of the class, were put in charge of keeping order within the "collective." It was just a great chance to create you a carload of problems and make you look like an incompetent wizard to take your place.

His almost cat-like footsteps followed him around the classroom while half of the students were busy doing their assignments, out of the corner of his eye he noticed that you were staring at him intently, he had to suppress an eye roll, following to the shelving unit. The boy knocked over the potions flasks as if unintentionally, with a sardonic smirk expressing feigned regret, he caught your furious gaze.

Slowly walking past you, he - not intending to take over - strode along the classroom, catching hold of your collar. "The professor is going to kick your ass." He waved you off, retreating down the hallway.