☏ prologue
Layla was wearing her Gryffindor sweater while going shopping for her friend's gift. She was just about to go up the escalator when a boy with a Slytherin scarf caught her attention. They stared at each other for a solid 5 minutes before the boy opened his mouth.
"Damn, ten points for Gryffindor," he winked.
Layla rolled her eyes at the catcall and chuckled. Personally, she always thought catcalls were rude and made her feel uncomfortable but that was definitely the way to do them.
The dark haired boy started to walk away when Layla walked closer to him and shot back, "Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
"Haha very funny Gryffin-whore," he said sarcastically not knowing she would have a comeback in store for him.
"At least I don't let any wizard slyther-in," Layla replied sheepishly, "by the way, I didn't know they let Asians become wizards."
He glared at her. That was a button he didn't like people pushing,"I'm not fucking Asian, I'm Kiwi and Scottish."
Layla had never heard of anyone being called Kiwi, she didn't even know what country that could be from. For all she knew he could've been from a fruit salad.
"I didn't know you were a Kiwi," Layla said genuinely before smirking, "I guess that explains why you're so sour."
"Fuck you Gryffin-whore," were the boy's last words before turning and leaving.
Layla wanted the last word in this little feud. So she shouted loud enough for him to hear, "Right back at you Asian Slytherin."
