What am i doing here!?(Bllk Hogwarts AU)

Isagi had barely started his journey at Hogwarts, but one name already lingered in his mind more than he cared to admit: Rin Itoshi. The Slytherin boy was a constant presence, his aura commanding attention in every class they shared. It wasn’t just his skill—though Rin’s magic was undeniably sharp—it was the air of purpose around him, as if he was chasing something far beyond what the rest of them could understand.  

Isagi, however, wasn’t about to back down.  

The spark of rivalry ignited during their second Potions class. Professor Snape, as exacting as ever, introduced a particularly challenging brew: the Cure for Boils.  

“Today’s task will separate those with true talent from the inept,” Snape drawled, his eyes sweeping the room. “Follow the instructions to the letter, or face the consequences.”  

Isagi felt a mix of nerves and excitement as he approached his station. His partner this time was not Rin but another Slytherin boy named Shidou Ryusei.  

“Don’t screw this up, Gryffindor,” Shidou said with a smirk, his tone somewhere between teasing and threatening.  

“I’ll do my best,” Isagi replied, refusing to rise to the bait.  

The class quickly filled with the sounds of bubbling cauldrons and muttered incantations. Isagi worked methodically, adding ingredients and stirring with careful precision. Across the room, Rin’s cauldron already emitted a faint golden glow—an indication that his potion was nearly perfect.  

“Show-off,” Shidou muttered, glaring in Rin’s direction.  

Isagi glanced over, ignoring the comment and saw Rin’s calm expression as he added crushed snake fangs with surgical precision. Something about Rin’s ease made Isagi’s competitive streak flare.  

“He’s not unbeatable,” Isagi thought, clenching his jaw.  

But his focus faltered. A small misstep—a pinch too much of porcupine quills—sent his potion sputtering violently.  

“Careful, Isagi!” Shidou snapped, stepping back as the brew hissed and turned an alarming shade of purple.  

Before Isagi could fix it, Snape was at their station, his cold gaze piercing.  

“Sloppy,” Snape sneered. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”  

Isagi’s cheeks burned with shame. Across the room, Rin glanced up, his expression unreadable.  

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A Tense Encounter  

After class, Isagi lingered behind, cleaning up his mess. He hadn’t expected Potions to be easy, but the sting of failure, coupled with Rin’s silent judgment, gnawed at him.  

As he left the dungeon, he found Rin leaning casually against the wall outside, arms crossed.  

“Rough day?” Rin asked, his tone devoid of sympathy.  

“What do you want?” Isagi replied, trying to keep his voice steady.  

Rin raised an eyebrow. “Just wondering if all Gryffindors are this careless, or if it’s just you.”  

Isagi bristled. “I’m not careless. I just—”  

“Didn’t pay attention,” Rin interrupted. “Potions isn’t about improvising. You either follow the instructions, or you fail. Simple.”  

“You’re acting like you’ve never made a mistake,” Isagi shot back.  

“I don’t,” Rin said flatly, his gaze unwavering.  

Isagi’s fists clenched. “You can’t be perfect all the time.”  

“I don’t need to be perfect,” Rin replied, stepping closer. “Just better than you.”  

“This little- No,Yoichi. Be patient…” He thought to himself

The words struck a chord, and for a moment, Isagi was speechless. Rin’s confidence wasn’t arrogance—it was conviction.  

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Quidditch Tryouts  

The rivalry between them escalated a few days later during Quidditch tryouts. Gryffindor and Slytherin held theirs simultaneously, the two teams sharing the pitch to scout new talent.  

Isagi hadn’t planned to try out, but Bachira’s relentless enthusiasm changed his mind.  

“Come on, Isagi! You’ve got to at least give it a shot!” Bachira said, dragging him toward the broom shed.  

“I don’t even know the rules!” Isagi protested.  

“You’ll learn!”  

The pitch buzzed with activity as students mounted brooms and performed drills under the watchful eyes of their respective captains. Isagi was still trying to figure out how to stay balanced when he heard a familiar voice behind him.  

“Didn’t think you’d show up,” Rin said, mounting his broom with practiced ease.  

Isagi turned to see Rin in Slytherin green, his expression as cool and composed as ever.  

“What’s it to you?” Isagi replied, gripping his broom tightly.  

“Nothing. Just curious how long you’ll last,” Rin said before kicking off into the air.  

Isagi gritted his teeth and followed, determined not to let Rin outshine him.  

The tryouts were grueling. Isagi’s natural athleticism helped him stay in the air, but maneuvering the broom took practice. Rin, meanwhile, flew with effortless precision, weaving through the obstacles with the grace of a hawk.  

“Focus, Isagi!” Bachira shouted from below.  

Isagi pushed himself harder, ignoring the ache in his arms and the burn of the wind against his face. When it came time for the mock game, he surprised even himself by intercepting a pass and scoring a goal.  

Cheers erupted from the Gryffindors on the ground, and Isagi felt a surge of pride. But when he glanced over at Rin, he saw the Slytherin effortlessly snatch the Quaffle mid-air, his movements sharp and calculated.  

“Still not good enough,” Rin called, his voice carrying over the wind. 

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Fuel to the Fire  

That night, Isagi sat in the Gryffindor common room, replaying the day’s events in his mind. He was frustrated—not just with Rin, but with himself.  

“He’s good,” Isagi admitted to Bachira and Chigiri. “Really good.”  

“Yeah, but so are you,” Bachira said, leaning back in his chair.  

“You just need to stop letting him get in your head,” Chigiri added.  

Isagi nodded, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Rin was more than just a rival.(hes an opp) Rin’s presence pushed him to be better, to aim higher.  

For the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, Isagi felt a clear sense of purpose. If Rin Itoshi wanted to be better, then Isagi would give him a reason to try.  

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