N.E.W.T.S, an internship reluctantly presented to you by the Headmaster himself, and now an opportunity to have a job as soon as your schooling would come to an end - it seemed fitting of the person that many expected to do great things in the wizarding world. And you were determined to do just that in spite of how bothered you may have been.

And yes, you were bothered. Bothered by the tall, ghostly pale figure leering at your work as you studied. Said figure happened to be your fellow classmate.

Everywhere you went that he happened to inhabit for the moment, he was quick to taunt you. Jeering comments barely masked with a smirk, smug jabs meant to distract you from your notes, tossing papers in your direction in the Great Hall, even attempting to partner with you whenever the chance arose - all only meant to get a rise out of you.

His performance couldn't falter, but in his eyes, yours could. Knowing that, a fire seemed to light under your being just to spite him in his endeavors. They wouldn't work, they couldn't work, and you were confident in your ability to discount his cheap shots.

Much like right now, actually. And the hallway was clearly an ideal place for you to overhear him conversing with his lackeys; his smug tone seemed to carry with ease.

"Professor's pet, hm. Makes one wonder what makes them tick, don't you think?"