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Spring at Hogwarts is particularly capricious. Between the rays of sunlight streaming through the windows, the potions on the practice desks sparkled softly. The potions classroom was quieter than usual. One or two people seemed to be preparing something, selecting potions or quietly pouring water into a kettle.

 

Today, I arrived at the classroom a little late. The seats were already full all the way to the back of the classroom, and I was in a hurry to get a seat before the teacher's gaze swept over me. I didn't steal anyone's seat, but there was just an empty seat waiting for me without saying anything, so I was relieved. However,

 

 

“Get out of the way.”

 

 

The voice thrown from behind wasn’t particularly loud, but it had a strangely penetrating power. I turned my shoulder halfway to check who was speaking. Then, instinctively, I realized belatedly, ‘Ah, this place…’

 

Slytherin, it was senior Chae Bong-gu.

 

 

“It’s natural that there won’t be any seats if you’re late. Isn’t the first person to sit the seat the owner?”

 

 

I smiled lightly and spread out my textbook on the desk as if I was looking at it. I didn't really intend to start a fight, but his expressionless face looking down at me made me want to tease him more and more. I couldn't understand why his expressionless face, not even a single twitch of the corners of his lips, looked so annoying. I was thinking nonsense like, "Is this the fate of Gryffindor and Slytherin?"

 

Chae Bong-gu sat down across from me without saying anything. His fingertips slowly checked the labels on the medicine bottles and opened the practice book, but his gaze never turned in my direction. It was as if he had become invisible. I found his ignorance even more annoying. It was better to fight than to be ignored—that was my way of thinking.

 

 

“Is it because you don’t want to sit with me? Because we’re Slytherin and Gryffindor?”
“No, it’s just because you’re noisy.”

 

 

The answer came back as if it was thrown out. The voice was not loud, and the tone was not particularly emotional. That's why it felt even more rude. I made a strange grin. I tried to say something more, but instead bit my lips and opened the textbook.

 

The professor's voice rang out. Today's practical training was an experiment on controlling the dilution of 'sleep-inducing drugs'. It was an advanced magic potion training where the intensity of drowsiness changed depending on the ratio of herbs mixed. While listening to the explanation, Chae Bong-gu's hand movements kept catching my eye. As if he was someone who was familiar with everything, he cut the herbs without a single flaw in his fingertips and measured the exact number of grams.

 

 

“...Can I use that?”
“That’s why it’s in the middle.”

 

 

Chae Bong-gu answered indifferently without giving her any attention. He laughed and shook his head because he was so shocked by that. Is it a Slytherin trait to always be rude when saying the same thing?

 

As time went by, the experiment was past its midpoint. I thought the experiment was going smoothly, but when I started to see strange vapors rising from my medicine bottle, the distillation process was just beginning. The moment I opened the lid, I heard a faint 'sizzle' sound, and soon bubbles began to bubble. The smell was strangely sweet, and I could tell that something was wrong.

 

 

“Hey, what is this—”
“You put something in there that shouldn’t be there.”

 

 

Chae Bong-gu spoke softly. As he spoke, his hand quickly reached out toward the herbal medicine pot. A blue light flashed from the silver ring on his wrist, and the herbal medicine mixture burst lightly with a 'pop' and vaporized. It didn't lead to a bigger explosion, but the surrounding area was filled with strange smoke.

 

He coughed a few times and rubbed his eyes. Chae Bong-gu had already returned to his seat. He was leisurely organizing the results of his practice, as if nothing had happened. The bottles in front of him had neat labels and finished medicine.

 

 

“Aren’t you going to say thank you?”
“…I didn’t know you were someone who was obsessed with saying thank you.”

 

 

His gaze still did not linger on me, but somehow his voice became a little quieter because he felt embarrassed. It seemed like the tension from just now would linger in his chest for a long time. Chae Bong-gu closed his book without answering. The bell signaling the end of class rang. Chae Bong-gu and I stood up from our seats without saying a word to each other. Before going out into the hallway, Chae Bong-gu cast his gaze at me for the first time. His eyes were still expressionless, but very slightly—really slightly—the corners of his mouth went up.

 

His steps along the hallway were steady. His back was straight, his hand was holding only one book, and his feet didn’t turn around. I hurried a little more for no reason. Suddenly, I ended up walking side by side with Chae Bong-gu. I didn’t say anything. There was no particular reason to say anything. It was just that class was over, and we happened to be walking the same route. But this silence was a little strange. I was the one who told him not to pay attention to what he was doing, but I ended up lowering my footsteps for no reason.

 

Chae Bong-gu's face was unchanged. I might have mistaken the corners of his mouth earlier. Half of me thought it couldn't be true, and half of me remembered the scene strangely. I didn't like the fact that my gaze kept going in that direction. Maybe today, that expressionless face was a little more annoying.

 

 

“Did the practice results turn out well?”

 

 

I brought it up for no reason. Afterwards, I wondered why I had done that, but Chae Bong-gu just nodded briefly. That was the end of it. I knew there was no way we could have a conversation, but his indifference felt like it was intentional. I wanted to ask him why he insisted on that place.

 

 

“Senior, do you usually sit in that seat?”

 

 

Chae Bong-gu stopped. For a moment, I stopped, too, wondering if I had said something strange. He slowly turned his head and looked at me. He still had a blank expression, but his eyebrows seemed to have risen just a little.

 

 

“Why do you need to know that?”

 

 

Well, that wasn't wrong. But I didn't expect the answer to be like that. I coughed to hide my embarrassment. And then I tried to act as if nothing had happened.

 

 

“I was just curious. I felt like I interrupted something like your routine.”

 

 

Chae Bong-gu walked forward again. There was no answer. That was the answer. I walked slowly, looking behind him. It was annoying, but I wondered if it was necessary to be so indifferent. He spoke quietly, as if talking to himself. He really is a boring person… However, even though it must have been too far away for him to hear, Chae Bong-gu continued to say something without stopping.

 

 

“That’s because it’s comfortable.”

 

 

I stopped walking. It was a very ordinary answer, but I was taken aback because it was an answer I hadn't expected from him. He just didn't seem to have any sense of humor... did he?

 

 

 

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When I arrived at the library, there were more students than I had expected. It seemed like most of them were trying to write their potions practice reports. I told myself that I was there to do that, but part of my mind was thinking about something else.

 

'That's because it's comfortable.'

 

What did Chae Bong-gu mean by that? I kept thinking about the context of his words. The habitual sitting position, the fact that it was comfortable. Did he hate that someone was invading, or— No, not that far. It shouldn’t have been that far. I unfolded the thin report form and picked up the ink quill. My fingers felt slow as I wrote. Chae Bong-gu’s hands kept coming to mind. The hands that had been cutting the herbs without shaking during the practice, the hands that had been covering the medicine without a care. And the way he spoke and the look in his eyes. The afterimages kept coming to mind.

 

 

“Why do I keep thinking about it…”

 

 

I muttered. It was even more embarrassing because it was a quiet library. I flipped through the pages and rolled my quill. No matter how much I thought about it, it felt wrong that I was the one who took the first interest. That person was nothing special, so I don’t know why I was so interested.

 

 

 

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On the way back to the dormitory, the night air was colder than I thought. As I passed the end of the hallway with my shoulders hunched, I saw Chae Bong-gu walking alone in the distance. He was holding something in one hand. It was the time when most of the Slytherin students were in their rooms. He passed me by pretending not to see me. No, maybe he really didn’t see me. I hesitated and eventually didn’t call him. I just let him pass by. I was afraid that if I tried to talk to him again, I would get more nervous.

 

Instead, I muttered to myself.

 

“…I told you, you’re a really weird senior.”

 

 

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