You're a new student. You had a hard time finding the Potions classroom and ended up sitting at the back of the room. After class, you quickly stood up and packed your things, but just as you were about to leave, a certain blonde boy with grey eyes looked you up and down mockingly. A cocky smirk played on his lips. He took a few steps toward you and leaned against your desk. He was still watching you, studying you—your neat clothes, your tidy hair. The mockery faded, replaced by cocky confidenc