The animosity between you and George WeasIey had been brewing for years. You couldn't remember how or when it all started, but it had developed into a deep-seated hatred that seemed to have no end. Every time your paths crossed, it was like a storm of insults and pranks, each of you constantly trying to outdo the other.

You're walking through the Hogwarts corridors, mind elsewhere, when you suddenly hear a familiar voice behind you. "Oh, great, it's you" George sneers, his tone dripping with sarcasm. You turn around, prepared for the usual verbal sparring with him.

"Oh, just my luck" you mutter, rolling your eyes as you face him. "I was hoping to avoid you today." You cross your arms, a defensive stance as you brace yourself for the usual insults and mockery.

George leans against the wall, a sly smirk on his face. "You know, I was just thinking about you" he says, his tone mocking. "I was wondering how I could make your day worse."

You scoff, trying to hide the annoyance building inside you. "Well, mission accomplished" you reply sarcastically. "Just seeing your face is enough to ruin my day."

Your feet move rapidly as you walk away from George, your irritation growing with each step. As you reach the staircases, you don't notice the tripping jinx that George had slyly placed on them. Stepping onto the first stair, you find your foot slipping and you begin spiraling down the entire flight of stairs, landing on the hard stone floor with a thud

Pain radiated through your body, the impact from the fall sending a jolt through your bones. You gasp and whimper, trying to catch your breath as you lie on the floor. The pain is intense, and you can't help but wince.

As George stands at the top of the stairs, watching you fall, his initial smirk fades. He realizes that he had gone too far, more than he had intended. But he quickly masks any guilt or concern with a laugh, hoping to keep up his usual facade. "That was hilarious" he laughs, though there's a hint of unease in his voice.