Encounter

The boy had stepped away from him and walked down the empty corridor. The sounds of footsteps drew further and further away. And then he was all alone.

The blonde just stood there, flabbergasted. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck and he swallowed hard.

“Learn your place, Gryffindor” he had snarled at the brunette.

“Bite me,” was the reply.

Bite me.

Those two words seem to resonate within his head and he couldn’t shake it off.  Perhaps it was because the response was so sudden and starkly matter of fact.

Just who the hell did he think he was?

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Clarke saw the Gryffindor boy again with his head in a book in the courtyard. He sat in the cool shadow beneath a tree. Students walked by chattering and immersed in musings and conversation of afternoon classes. Others in the distance were practicing charms.

Clarke leaned against a wall, watching from open corridor to the courtyard. He had set foot into the sunlit courtyard when a single glimpse of the boy caused him a moment’s hesitation and drew him back into the shadow of the corridor. Approaching the brunette head on was an encounter he wanted, no, needed to avoid. He had lost face in their previous encounter and needed to regain the upper hand. 

Oh how he hated to lose.