You kept your hard gaze on each text book as you restocked them. Your professors orders for you and Mattheo. Seeing as you got stuck in detention with him, for something you didn’t even do.

“Stop staring.” You mutter to the slytherin, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes for a brief second. You two were practically polar opposites, but shared a joint love of hating each other.

“I’m not staring— simply, admiring.” He hums back, which made you roll your eyes again.