"Gryffindor," Clarke barked from the end of the third floor corridor.
It was past noon and the hallways were swarming with students hastening to their next class. By now, the other Gryffindors knew well enough the Slytherin wasn't addressing them and kept on walking.
The Gryffindor he was addressing was Arthur Bennett, who stood opposite him in the corridor, several feet down where he was almost could drown out the Slytherin's booming cry with the chit chat about him. He sighed, stopped walking and turned around, glaring hard at Clarke.
"What?!"
"Come over here!"
"Go away, Slytherin! You have terrible timing! I have to get to class!" he yelled back as loudly as he could. Others started to bump into him and he threw his arm back to avoid another one from knocking his books over. Arthur huffed and turned his heel and started merging with the crowd.
Clarke panicked when he saw the brunette walk away and pushed his way forward. He jumped up and hoisted himself up briefly upon two Ravenclaw's shoulders.
"Go out with me!"
Everyone stopped in the corridor and stared at the Slytherin.
Arthur choked and flushed bright red.
"What?!"
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So.. this is how I imagine Clarke would ask out Arthur if they ever got to that point which is NEVER. Buwahahaha...haha.
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