𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 │ [M!Reader x Merula Snyde]

↳[Chesire]

    [Y/N] - Your Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

Chapter 3.
PogChamp.

Not sure what to say here, or if I should say anything for that matter. Again, I just hope that you're all enjoying this story and what I'm doing with it and whatnot. The whole enemy stuff between Y/N and Merula 'n all. I just hope that I'm managing to make this interesting is all, since it's a new topic for me. I can write hand-to-hand or armed combat pretty nicely, or those with powers, but the whole Harry Potter stuff?

Yeah, I'm pretty new to it.

<<<<<< I >[---]< I >>>>>>

Y/N: ["They'll kick you, then they'll beat you, then they'll tell you it's fair~♪"]

As the soon-to-be usual sight for the Ravenclaw common room and its people, Y/N wandered into the place with his earphones on. His eyes closed as he bobbed his head to the wonderful music that played in his ears. Both hands were in his pockets as he calmly wandered around. The thoughts of Merula, and her words, pondered in his mind, but he pushed them aside and instead, allowed the music to flow in his ears.

He stopped walking, however, when someone had stepped into his way. Having experienced enough bumps into his life to know when to stop walking, and when someone blocks his path, Y/N's eyes open. There, he faced himself with a boy that was clearly quite older than he was, glancing at his features, as well as the badge in his chest. Y/N could figure that he was maybe five years older, and likely, his Prefect.

[Art by - ???]

Y/N: ["... Sup?"]

Prefect: ["You've already been scolded by Professor Snape?"] The boy asked, seeming to be genuinely-surprised by how fast Y/N had gotten himself into trouble ["Plus all the talk with that Snyde girl from the Slytherin?"]

Y/N: ["Ah, you know, trouble tends to find its way around and come to me"] Y/N shrugged, having a sly and uncaring smirk on his face ["So, you know, it ain't much of a surprise. Plus, you are...?"]

Chester: ["I'm your Prefect, Chester, Chester Davies. I'm surprised that you didn't lose us any House Points"] He replied, gaining a somewhat-serious look while Y/N remained with his smug smirk ["It's a Prefect's job to keep order in the house and help First-Years like you with their problems"]