❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐘? 𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 ❞
- 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Elara Harwich finds herself falling for the Gryffindor quidditch captain, the same boy she's brainwashed herself into thinking she hat...
FOLLOWING ELARA AND OLIVERS minor disagreement, Oliver had been nothing short of relentless in trying to win her back.
He left small, but thoughtful gifts outside of Ravenclaw Tower—sappy notes begging for Elara's forgiveness, her favourite sweets, and flowers he'd enchanted so they'd never wilt.
It left a warm, fuzzy feeling in Elara's chest, his persistence impressively charming despite everything.
Although, her roommates were getting rather fed up with Oliver's gifts taking over the dorm.
"Elara, just throw them away already!" Vivianne groaned as Elara placed yet another bouquet of wildflowers on her dresser.
"That's mean, Viv," Elara frowned, popping a cauldron cake into her mouth. Courtesy to Oliver.
"Then just forgive him already!" Vivianne exclaimed. "I like seeing the dedication," Elara grinned, flopping down onto her bed.
"It's pathetic," Prim scoffed, and Elara shot her a look. "I think it's sweet," Ophelia murmured.
"I'll keep it going for a few more days," Elara smirked, and her roommates all rolled their eyes.
"You're mad," Prim declared. Elara shrugged. "Mad or calculated?"
"Both," Prim laughed, and the other two joined in. "When are you going to finally accept his apology?" Prim asked.
Elara shrugged again. "Whenever I get tired of his gifts."
"You're evil," Vivianne muttered. "Speaking of evil—we should get to Potions, Viv," Elara said with a groan. Already dreading her next block.
Vivianne slumped further into her bed as Elara grabbed her bag and Potions textbook.
"Have fun, you two," Prim teased, and Vivianne shot her a glare.
As they left Ravenclaw Tower, Oliver was waiting nearby with yet another bouquet of hand-picked flowers.
"You've got to be joking," Vivianne muttered under her breath, and Elara shot her a look.
"Elara!" Oliver greeted, smiling brightly.
"Oliver," she replied with a measured smile, adjusting her bag. "So... have you accepted my apology yet?" he asked, hopeful.
Elara gave him a sweet, knowing smile. "Still contemplating."
"You'll give in eventually," Oliver winked.
Vivianne folded her arms with a sigh of impatience. "We'll see."
