For as long as she could remember, Esmeralda Grisky and Lorenzo Berkshire had been inseparable best friends. But in their sixth year at Hogwarts, something shifted between them, drawing them closer than ever. Esmeralda begins to realize that her fee...
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"ESMERALDA, YOU'RE A GIRL."
Esmie looked up from her parchment, narrowing her eyes at Mattheo. They were in the middle of Potions class, and his random outburst had completely interrupted her concentration. She sighed heavily, placing her quill down and crossing her arms.
"Ten points to Mattheo Riddle for stating the obvious," she said dryly, shooting him a sideways glance before trying to refocus on her work. She scribbled a few more notes but felt a soft kick under the table. Esmie shot him another glare. "Seriously, can you quit it? I'm trying to focus, Riddle."
"This is so boring," Mattheo groaned, slumping further in his seat. "Do you even understand any of this?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," Esmie replied without missing a beat. "We're supposed to identify which potion is a medicine, which is a poison, and which one gives magical enhancements." She returned to her notes, eyes flicking briefly to where Enzo was sitting, diligently working alongside Genevieve. She felt a twinge of envy at how focused they both were and turned back to Mattheo with a raised eyebrow. "Why did you even want to sit next to me, anyway? Wouldn't you rather sit with Gen?"
Mattheo hesitated, casting a quick glance towards Genevieve before shrugging. "Normally, yes, but I figured you'd help me with this Potions stuff. How can you actually make sense of all this?"
Esmie shrugged. "I like Potions. I've studied a lot. I wonder if the school kept any of Snape's old notes from when he was teaching here."
At the mention of Snape, Enzo stopped writing, his quill still hovering over his parchment. His eyes briefly met Esmie's, a silent understanding passing between them. It was the first time she had mentioned Snape since his death, and the weight of the name lingered in the air. Esmie gave Enzo a small smile before Mattheo's voice cut in again.
"Right—anyway, back to my point—you're a girl."
Esmie rolled her eyes, not even bothering to look up. "Say that one more time, I dare you, Riddle."
