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Year 2: Autumn 📚 Studying and Flirting

Orter had a singular task at hand — borrow a book from the school's library — while Alex casually accompanied him. As they stroll through the quiet aisles, they hear soft rustle of pages and murmurs of conversation.

While weaving through the rows of bookshelves, Orter spotted you sitting among a group of students. His mind had been on his task, yet the moment he saw you laughing and leaning in to help another male student, he stopped promptly, a foreign tightness forming in his chest.

"They must be studying for the end-of-semester test that is nearing." Alex remarked.

"Forget it," Orter muttered, irritation threading through his voice as he abruptly turned to leave. He would simply come back later for the book. Still, his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he continued on his way.

When he returned later that evening, he discovered that you were still there, long after the other students had already left.

He hadn't expected this diligent side of you, given your usual playful demeanor.

Upon seeing him, your face brightened instantly, and you beckoned him over with a wave.

"Orter, let's study together. I need help with some problems I've been struggling with," you suggested eagerly.

"Don't you have a queue of people dying to help?"

"Maybe, but none of them go by Orter Mádl. You're the smartest, most dependable, and let's not forget — the handsomest person I know." You punctuated the statement with a wink.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"It's not flattery if I'm being sincere." You were always quick with the tongue.

"Won't you help me just this once? There's a lot on the line, like my GPA." You offered your most hopeful smile.

Something was compelling him to agree, but instead, he heard himself say flatly, "Your GPA is of no concern to me. I'm only here to search for a book."

"Fine... I suppose I'll go study with someone who isn't you."

The mere thought of it made that same foreign tightness return to his chest. It was the final push.

With a quiet sign of resignation, he took a seat across from you, and you took that as agreement.

"Don't be shy- come sit next to me. Or I could move to your side."

"Do as you wish," Orter responded.

That was not the response you expected. Normally he would ignore you or reject such a suggestion outright. Today must truly be your lucky day.

You slid your study materials across the table and made your way to his side, settling down beside him.

"Which subjects do you wish to review?"

"Um, I was thinking we could review magic history, magic zoology, magic language, magic mathematics, magical potions, dark magic, fortune telling, magic medicine, and magic home economics."

"That's practically the entire curriculum," Orter deadpanned.

"Exactly." You nodded seriously. "You should know that I'm a little slow in the head, so I can't comprehend these subjects as easily as others can."

A blatant lie, he thought. He knew that you were at least somewhat capable and had a semblance of a brain in that skull of yours. Otherwise, how would you have maintained your position as first among the continuing students and prefect of Adler's dorm? Not to mention, somehow still managing  to teleport daily to the Police Academy just to bring him lunch.