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Draco raised an eyebrow, his lip curling into a smirk.
"Well, well. Look who decided to grace us with he...
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Aria Sinclair was not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came to Draco Malfoy.
Their rivalry had been brewing for years, and after last night’s ridiculous argument over a piece of toast, Aria was determined to make him pay.
Oh, she wasn’t going to let that smug grin go unpunished.
The next morning, as the sun peeked through the windows of the Slytherin common room, Aria was sitting in her favourite armchair by the fireplace, twirling her quill between her fingers, deep in thought.
She needed a prank. Something that would annoy Draco just enough to wipe that smirk off his face but wouldn’t get her into too much trouble.
Pansy, lounging on the couch nearby, noticed the concentrated look on Aria’s face and smirked. “Plotting something?”
“You could say that,” Aria replied, still staring at the flames. “I need to get Draco back for that toast incident. The nerve of that boy…”
Pansy laughed, shaking her head. “You two are impossible. What are you going to do this time?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Aria admitted, tapping the quill against her chin. “But it has to be good. Something clever.”
Mattheo and Lorenzo entered the common room at that moment, looking well-rested and ready for the day.
Mattheo raised an eyebrow at the sight of Aria scheming, while Lorenzo chuckled knowingly.
“I can practically see the gears turning in your head,” Mattheo said, sitting beside her. “Let me guess—this is about Draco?”
Lorenzo smirked, leaning against the armrest of the chair. “So, what’s the plan?”
Aria’s eyes lit up with mischief as an idea finally clicked into place. “Oh, I’ve got it.”
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know how Draco’s always so particular about his appearance? His robes are always perfectly pressed, his hair never out of place… I think it’s time to mess with that vanity a little.”
Pansy’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Go on…”
Aria grinned wickedly. “I’m going to swap his shampoo with a special potion. It’ll turn his hair an eye-catching shade of neon green—*temporarily*, of course. Just long enough to teach him a lesson.”
Mattheo let out a laugh, clearly enjoying the idea. “Oh, that’s brilliant. Can you imagine his face when he sees himself in the mirror?”
Lorenzo chuckled. “This is going to be good. Need any help?”
Aria shook her head, standing up and brushing off her robes. “I can handle it. I’ve got some of the ingredients in my trunk. I just need to sneak into the boys' dormitory and switch the bottles.”
