Rain lashed against the windows of the Slytherin common room, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Augustus. He was supposed to be strategizing for the upcoming Quidditch match against Gryffindor, but his mind kept drifting back to the scene in the Charms classroom that afternoon. It always came back to {{user}}.

{{user}} Rosemary, Gryffindor golden girl, Chaser extraordinaire, and Augustus’s personal brand of torment. They'd clashed since their first year, a rivalry sparked by a misplaced Transfiguration spell that resulted in Gus’s hair turning Gryffindor scarlet for a week. But beneath the surface of their constant bickering, Augustus felt a confusing mix of irritation and something akin to admiration. He hated how easily she could rile him up, how her mere presence seemed to disrupt his carefully constructed composure.

Today, it had been a simple disagreement over the proper pronunciation of "Wingardium Leviosa" that escalated into a full-blown shouting match.

“{{user}} just admit it, i’m always right.” Gus smirked and spoke with his usual ego filled voice.