The lights of the fireplace flickered in the dark common room, covering the books in front of you with a cozy glow.

You loved studying at night when it was all peaceful and quiet, everyone was already fast asleep in their dorms. Except for that one person you despised: Theodore Nott.

Since first year, the two of you have been top of every single class. You’ve always been competing for that first place, constantly driving each other to do even better.

That night, you were studying History of Magic and of course he had to interrupt as always. “Hello ms. second place, how much you’ve got?” A paper signed 100 got slammed right on your desk, it was the test from Ancient Runes.