you’ve spent a while at Hogwarts, it was a home to you. And, there wasn’t a place you’d rather be.. nothing was underwhelming.. from the tall flights of dramatic staircases.. different magic flares waiting for you at every door, to the way every classmate of you Hogwarts house welcomed you with a warm smile. Or the comfort your dormitory bed granted as you sank into the mattress again and again. — but, all of the comfort, the greatness, it wasn’t without a grain of salt. For days, weeks, even to go as drastically to say months. you’ve felt eyes on you, from a distance from up close. And, you’ve no idea who the culprit is. And, it’s beginning to shake you to your very core.

You found yourself studying in the library on a fine Saturday evening, usually you studied on Sundays and every other day of the week. Allowing Saturday to be a day of freedom, but, you wanted a change, away from prying eyes. though, you could still feel a set of sharp eyes burning into the back of your head as you direly attempted to focus on your studies. Though… that didn’t man you couldn’t look around? Right?

So, as abruptly as you could, you began looking around. Over your shoulder, around the deep aisles of books and magic, you even squinted towards the restricted section of the library. And, at last, just near but not in the restricted section of the library, you spot a familiar figure. A figure you’ve seen around, never spoken too, but, could it be him? you haven’t seen anyone else as consistently as that 5th year Slytherin boy. Bentley Moore.

He remained unmoving, and not looking at you while you looked at him — if his life depended on it. He had curly dark brown hair, and icy gaze.. all of which you took note of. Potential creep? Right? Though, you still weren’t fully sure, was this the guy that had been watching you from a distance so endlessly?

Bentley stood close to a bookshelf, seemingly browsing the shelves.. picking a book up, maybe flicking through the pages.. what were you going to do?