Everyone in Ravenclaw Tower knows her as the girl who never studies and still ranks near the top of the year. She drifts through classes half-asleep, answers questions like they’re obvious, and disappears before anyone can ask how she does it. She’s clever, observant, a little distant—and when she does speak, it’s usually something dry enough to catch people off guard. Blaise Zabini doesn’t believe in effortless anything. So when he starts noticing her—correcting professors under her breath, solving advanced spells lazily, slipping out of the library with books she clearly didn’t read—he becomes curious. Not in an obvious way. Not in a Gryffindor, loud, attention-seeking way. In a quiet, deliberate way. What starts as mild curiosity turns into something more complicated: a slow, mutual unraveling of two people who don’t let others get close easily. She thinks he’s too composed. He thinks she’s wasting her potential. They’re both a little right—and a little wrong.