Hansol's pov for your Harry Potter fic?
“Pretty good, will you be coming to the scrimmage? It’s Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff.” he asked, pressing his flushed lips together in an attempt to not look like he really really wanted her to come.
Talking to her alone, was relatively never. He didn’t mind it, really. Hansol knew that Slughorn favored her, which was even more pressure if she wanted a good recommendation to be a Potions Master or an Auror. The times that they did talk however, were nothing less of a beautiful jigsaw to Hansol. For once in his life, puzzles were fun to decode.
“I don’t know,” she replied vaguely, cleaning up her work space. He was curious of the potion she had just recently brewed, but she seemed reluctant to even look in her general direction. Was he bothering her? “The two most uncompetitive houses playing together? What other reason should I go?”
“Well, I’ll be there?” Stupid, stupid. He forced a smile to hide how absolutely lame he sounded to her. He wanted Wen Junhui to just come back with his bludger and sock him for that crap attempt at a joke. Or was it flirting? Either way he was doing a bad job at both, no way in all the realms would she ever think that he was—
“That’s a good enough reason.” her voice flitted around the ice cold chamber, warming around their space like the way you’d curl up to a good book by the fire. “You’re pretty amazing to watch.”
“Oh,” Wait, she said what? Amazing? She thought he was amazing! “Thanks, I’ll make sure to practice harder.” the room was sizzling, like he was still in the pitch, running drills to infinity that the wind was permanently whipping his hair yet his body was star hot. A piece of the puzzle was placed, but his resolve to not look like an idiot in front of her, was absolutely withered.
He needed something to drink, now.