SOTUS: The University Days (and Other Universes)

Gryffindors Are Supposed to Be Brave

a/n: i thought we need more hogwarts au so—

 










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"You're staring at him," Knot tells Arthit.

Arthit ducks his head back into his Charms book and glares at his friend. "I'm not!" He mumbles as loud as it is allowed, though unconvincingly since his ears visibly heat up.

Knot just smiles at him, and that smile grows wider when Arthit pointedly refuses to look up from his book, busying himself with writing down notes he doesn't even need.

They're in the library, and they're supposed to be studying for an exam on the theories of non-verbal spells, but Arthit has spent most of the hour stealing glances and, sometimes, outright staring at a group of Slytherins and Hufflepuffs a few tables from theirs. Actually, he's eyeing one Slytherin in particular.

"You know, you could try telling him how you feel," Knot says, putting down his quill. He can ace Charms even when asleep. He's not all that worried about how much time they're wasting. Arthit and his gigantic crush on Kongpob are more entertaining for him.

It's a tiny bit pathetic, but entertaining at the same time.

Arthit glances up from his notes, giving Knot a scandalized look, as if what he said is out of the realm of possibility. "No way!"

"You're a Gryffindor, Arthit. You're supposed to be brave."

"And you're a Ravenclaw, Knot. You should be smart enough to know that Gryffindors and Slytherins don't go well together." He tries to lower his book again to catch a glimpse of the Slytherin.

He might be hallucinating, but Kongpob is staring back at him. He looks at him studiously, as if not believing that the Slytherin is also staring at his eyes.

Then, it hit him. Kongpob is really looking at him!

He quickly covers his face with his book and pretends to read a line over and over.

Knot witnesses this and sighs. He shakes his head and picks up his quill and starts writing again. "Just tell him how you feel."

Arthit gives his friend another annoyed look, but he's kind of worried that Knot is judging his courage.

It isn't that he's a coward. He's downright a Gryffindor, the house of the brave and bold. Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skewts? Chicken to him. Testing out Tutah's insane experimental potions? He'll drink them, as long as Madame Pomfrey is on standby. But actually talking to Kongpob Suthiluck?

Bloody hell. No way!

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"So, when are you going to tell him?" Knot asks Arthit again. They are in his room, trying to help Arthit perfect the formula to creating the drink he likes back at home. Of all his friends, Arthit's sure the Ravenclaw is the one that can help him.

But he's somehow fed up now that Knot only talks about Kongpob. He just rolls his eyes and starts packing his things. "I think we should call it a day," he says, ignoring Knot's question.

He's walking back to the Gryffindor Tower when he hears somebody calling his name. It's so faint, however, that he ignores it.

"Arthit?"

The voice calls his name again, and he's sure that voice is familiar. While the staring contest with Kongpob earlier was real, he's now sure that he's just imagining his voice.