"You're so insufferable, I hate you!" Hermione exclaimed, disdain filling her eyes.
"The feeling's mutual, you stupid... Muggle-born." Y/N retorted, Hermione's nose twitching out of frustration.
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Seated within the cozy confines of the Ravenclaw Common Room, the group of friends found themselves engaged in a casual exchange that mirrored the easy camaraderie they shared. Aurora's voice pierced through the ambient murmur, her words carrying a hint of curiosity as she broached a topic of discussion that had clearly been circulating among the students.
"Heard Potter's match is coming soon," Aurora's words acted as a catalyst, drawing attention to the imminent event that seemed to stir an undercurrent of excitement throughout the school. Amidst the chatter and activities of the common room, her voice cut through, its inflection inviting participation.
Y/N, her form slumped on the floor amidst a sea of extra assignments, offered a murmured response that spoke to her familiarity with the subject at hand.
"Yeah, it's Quidditch Finals," she affirmed, her tone carrying a note of casual acknowledgment. The conversation continued to flow, Seraphina joining in with a question that demonstrated her own curiosity.
"Really? Ravenclaw made it to the finals, right?" Her inquiry held an expectant curiosity, as if seeking confirmation of the rumor that had reached her ears. A nod from Y/N affirmed the rumor's veracity, her reply carrying a quiet sense of pride.
"Yeah. If Harry wins, then we'll face each other in the finals," her words wove a narrative of the possible outcomes, the prospect of a showdown against a familiar face palpable in her tone.
The entry of Sophie into the scene was accompanied by the rustling of papers, her presence seamlessly integrating into the conversation. Her question was a playful prompt that punctuated the exchange, drawing the attention of the others.
"Watcha three talking about?" Sophie's inquisitive gaze flitted between the group, the stack of papers in her hands a testament to the shared responsibilities that often defined their academic lives.
"Quidditch," Aurora's reply was a succinct response, her tone deadpan as she encapsulated the essence of their discussion. Sophie's playful retort carried a note of jest, her words tinged with a touch of mock disdain.
"Yuck. Anything better?" Her question was posed with a wry smile, a challenge to the group to transition into a topic that held more appeal for her.
"Oh, yeah. Our Y/N/N here has a tiny little crush!" Seraphina's proclamation was a lively declaration, her tone infused with a sense of gleeful discovery. Y/N's reaction was swift, her head snapping towards Seraphina as if caught off guard by the sudden spotlight on her.
"Who told you that?" Y/N's retort held a hint of defensiveness, her voice carrying a touch of incredulity. The idea of her private sentiments being exposed left her feeling exposed, her initial reaction a mix of surprise and mild irritation.
"Oh, you could not be any more obvious," Seraphina's response was punctuated by a teasing tone, her words serving as a playful observation that rang with truth. Y/N's mouth parted slightly, a mixture of emotions flickering across her features as she grappled with the revelation.
