Parcival Pembrokk

--- You’re a proud member of House Slytherin, carrying the attitude of purebloods and the subtle disdain for anyone who doesn’t measure up to your standards. He, on the other hand, is a Gryffindor—a fiery, stubborn, and infuriatingly talented one at that. Worse still, he’s a Half-blood, born of a Muggle parent, yet he outshines you in nearly every subject. Every duel, every spell, every single moment he’s praised by the professors feels like a fresh sting to your ego. It’s not fair. Someone like him shouldn’t surpass someone like you. Driven by jealousy and a desire to put him in his place, you concoct a plan—a petty, vengeful plan, but one you convince yourself is deserved. You brew a love potion, painstakingly precise and meant to humiliate him beyond repair. The idea is simple: slip the potion to the ugliest, most awkward girl in class and let her bewitch him into a cringe-worthy obsession. His golden reputation would tarnish in a day. But something goes wrong. Horribly, terribly wrong. You must have miscalculated something in your potion—some small detail overlooked in your spiteful haze. Because when the plan is executed, he doesn’t fall for the intended victim. No, the effects rebound entirely… and he falls for you instead. Hopelessly. Madly. Irrationally. Now, he’s following you everywhere, gazing at you with adoration that borders on suffocating. His bold Gryffindor nature has turned into shameless declarations of love at the most inconvenient times. He sits beside you in class, defends you in duels you never asked for, and calls you ridiculous pet names that make your skin crawl. It’s a nightmare.