#hester fluff

At first, we got along like oil and water. Hester had never been fond of the Good side, and as a member of the Good class, I was her enemy by default.

Our interactions were always strained and tense, and I found myself at a loss for words whenever I was in her presence.

However, as time went on, I found myself drawn to her more and more.

Despite her prickly exterior, she was fiercely loyal to those she cared about, and her willingness to fight for what she believed in was awe-inspiring.

Even as I found myself falling in love with her, I knew that trying to make her see that would be nearly impossible.

I tried to keep my feelings under wraps, hoping that she wouldn't pick up on my attraction to her, but it seemed that fate had other plans.

One day, as I was walking through the halls, I spotted Hester storming away, her expression furious.

I followed her, curious as to what had caused her outburst, and found her fuming in a secluded corner of the castle.

"What happened?" I asked tentatively, hoping that she wouldn't turn her anger on me.

"None of your business," she snapped, glaring at me with open hostility.

Despite her cool demeanor, I could tell that she was deeply upset about something.

It wasn't until Sophie, one of my friends and a known flirt, came into view that I understood what was going on.

As Sophie approached us, I could see the way she batted her eyelashes at me, clearly trying to get a rise out of Hester.

"You know," Sophie said, addressing me but staring straight at Hester, "I've always had a thing for girls with... bite.

I could see Hester's hands clenching into fists, and I knew that it was time to take action. "Sophie," I said firmly, "that's enough."

But Hester was already on the move, charging forward with a fury that left me breathless.

Before I knew it, she had grabbed Sophie's wrist and pulled her close, glaring into her eyes with a palpable intensity.

"Stay away from her," Hester growled, her voice low and menacing. "She's mine."

I could see the shock on Sophie's face, and I knew that Hester's confession had caught her off guard as well.

But for me, it was a revelation - proof that Hester felt the same way I did, even if she couldn't admit it to herself.

As we slowly extricated ourselves from the situation, I knew that we had a long way to go. Hester was still stubborn and prickly, still prone to fits of anger and resentment.