Yes, you were in an exam.

But when Professor left the classroom, your gaze darted towards Arcturus Black, who sat opposite you; his head down as he focused. His black curls — immaculately kept — bobbed as he skim read the text in front of him, his eyes analysing everything as he tried to make sense of it.

But he felt your eyes on him and, looking up — his brilliant liquid grey eyes beneath slanted inky lashes — he quirked a brow. His voice was hushed as dryly stated, "I'm not helping you cheat."