you tug your red and gold scarf tighter around your neck as you pad through the cold halls of hogwarts. a soft huff escapes your parted lips as you glance out of the grand windows, crisp golden-brown leaves scattered across the school's terrace, students in groups talking, laughing, practicing spells.

you were in your final year, trying your best to juggle life as a senior the best you could, studying, quidditch games, parties, boys. all of it.

you make your way into the library, finding it to be a little more busy than anticipated. you sit on a cozy seat next to a window, hogsmeade in the distance. you pull out your spellbooks, needing to revise some potions for your next class. absentmindedly, you fiddle with your wand, brows knit in concentration as you go over the formula in your head.

much to your dismay, you hear a slight ruckus from the aisle over, prompting you to stand up, peeking your head around the corner, vaguely frustrated.

"hey - could you keep it down? some people in here are actually trying to study."

a boy, tall and gorgeous, slytherin house, glances up, raising a brow. you know him to be ni-ki. you've heard of him, of course.

"my bad."

ni-ki remarks, clearly not giving a toss, too busy joking around with his quidditch friends to pay you any piece of mind.