⋄ clocktower courtyard

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：jasmine yim。⁰¹ bradley’s grin widens at her quip, going from cheeky to downright smug. this is exactly how he expected her to react: annoyed and throwing unoriginal insults. though he’ll give the gryffindor girl some credit. it was pretty impressive how she managed to both catch him off-guard and beat him that one night. not that he’ll ever outwardly acknowledge that since no matter how self-deprecating he is, that he’s still got that stubborn chang pride. “eh,” he responds with a nonchalant shrug. “i’ll slither back once i get my win. besides, i’m not /that/ rude to bail on my event. speaking of which, we should establish some rules. first one being...” there’s a certain glint in his eyes, one that’s up to no good. “there are no rules!” and with no warning, he mounts his broom and flies off, giving himself a head start.

@－ ❛ s ❜：bradley chang。⁰² An annoyed roll of her eyes is shown on Jazzy's face as she plays with her nails; her cuticles are looking a bit dry, and too be honest, she's been staring at the skin on her hands for so long that she's sure it's past midnight. God dammit, she curses with a shake of her head. Typical Slytherin. Now, Jazzy Yim had never been one to hold prejudices against houses, but the Yim family had been deeply embedded in Gryffindor for so many years that she's almost forgotten how to associate other houses with anything other than their stereotypes. That and, it's just common politeness to be punctual. "Quite the opposite," she quips back snarkily. "I was starting to think you got scared and backed off. Y'know, like you slithered back to your hole or something."

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：jasmine yim。⁰¹ it’s five minutes past midnight when bradley finally makes an appearance at the towers, casually sauntering towards the gryffindor with his broom in hand and a cheeky grin plastered on his face. he /should/ look apologetic considering he’s the reason they’re here past curfew; however, there are two reasons why he isn’t. one, having a nonchalant attitude towards competition always gets a gryffindor downright miffed, and, two, he genuinely lost track of time posting on whooter.

“well well well, it looks like you actually showed up, and early at that. i’m flattered! you must be /really/ eager to lose,” he jeers, hoping to get a rise out of the first year.

@－ ❛ s ❜：bradley chang。⁰² A shiver runs up her spine—it's a few minutes before midnight and the breeze threatens to cut through her hoodie. Merlin knows that Jazzy Yim does not give a single care about showing up on time to class, but when it comes to a duel, punctuality is key. Okay, maybe a /duel/ is a bit excessive. It's a race—nevertheless, the cursed Gryffindor in her is ready to outrace the pompous Slytherin at any cost. It should be easy. She already beat him once, anyway.

Leaning against a column with her broom in hand, she awaits his arrival.