Unlikely : A Slytherpuff Story

Logan POV - 6

LITTLE ANNOUNCEMENT: I have recently just joined a cult of sorts (jk its just a dnd campaign) and while I'm figuring that schedule out, updates will change a little, probably updating on sundays or thursdays, I think. Also this thing i found on tumblr? is so? pure???? I love it?!? with all my heART<3 (ALSO TECHNICALLY RIGHT NOW SNAPE IS IN HIS TWENTIES SINCE THIS IS PLACED IN THE 80'S AND I'M JUST SO SURPRISED LIKE I THOUGHT HE WAS AND ALWAYS WOULD LOOK LIKE 40 YEARS OLD BUT RIGHT NOW HE'S TWENTY AND I-)

Markus enters the classroom stomping, emanating a vibe that just screamed, "I'm angry at something and you can't stop me." I couldn't help but shrink away and find amusement in it at the same time. I decide to smile at him, you know, and be friendly!

He ignores me, slumping in his chair, bringing his gaze down to his nails, picking and inspecting them.

I shake my head and turn back to my notebook. I pick up my pencil, and doodle in the corner of the page, waiting for class to start. Considering it's still the first week, we'll probably still be doing the mind sharpening potions so I made sure to write it down the night before class today so I wouldn't have to go searching for it in my textbook all the time. It doesn't seem that tedious, but I have a habit of closing textbooks too early so having two copies of the same thing helps me. Although it probably would be more helpful to try and stop the habit all together. Would there be a charm for that? Or maybe a curse that would keep my hand from closing the book prematurely? That seems like it would be pretty easy for it to backfire though..

I'm going to have to ask Professor Flitwick about that. Or Peggy. Peggy knows a lot about curses.

I look around, noticing Snape might be late. There's a light murmur and, is that,

Is that laughter???

In Professor Snape's class?!?

Wow, he might actually be late.

I realize my mouth is slightly agape at the thought and I quickly shut it. Usually it's almost as quiet as the library, so this is about as rare as flying pigs-

OH WAIT THE LIBRARY!

I got to tell Markus about the spot I found in the library! Butterflies form in my stomach as I look at his scowl hardened face. I have to tell myself he's not that scary, despite his threatening aura. He's glaring at nothing, muttering under his breath, clearly avoiding my face.

I gulp and tap on his shoulder causing him to snap his head at me, raising his eyebrow as if to say what?

"What is it?"

"W-well I was wondering if after potting-" Oh my god, did I just say potting?! Gag me with a spoon! I feel my ears growing hot ."N-not potting, potions! I m-meant potions, I was wondering if we should go the library for the tutor session? U-unless you have somewhere else in mind! Which in that case-"

He groans and cuts me off, "Oh my god, you absolute twit! Just. Stop. Talking! We'll meet at the library after potions, got it?!?"

In surprise I nod frantically and he slumps back into his brooding mood.

I turn away and hide my face in my arms. That went about as well as it could've. If he didn't find me irritating before, he definitely does now. 

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I shift my school books in my arms, trying to find a comfortable position where the corners aren't poking into my stomach. I'm waiting at the doors of the potions class, trying to calm my nerves for when Markus finishes his own packing up. Although I'm a little curious as to why it's taking so long for him to gather his stuff if he didn't really do much this class.