You're both sorted into Ravenclaw

and it would seem you are two of the same,

"Name's Terry. And you?"

"Michael."

"They all say Ravenclaw's supposed to be the smart house."

And in time, they'll find out just how smart they are.

But there's more than meets the eye

and those that may seem identical can be polar opposites,

"What do you think you're doing out of bed so late, Corner? You'll get in trouble, and I don't want you losing my house points."

"I won't get in trouble, Boot. Stop being so stuck up, they're not just your house points."

"Fine, but don't blame me when you get caught out of bed after hours."

Michael spent his detention the next night thinking of ways to get Terry in trouble somehow.

But if you look closely enough, and when given enough time

Two who seemed so different may become like one.

"Where do you always go every night, Michael?"

"Do you really wanna find out?"

"What's the worst that could happen?"

They spent the night exploring hidden alcoves and secret passages, Michael being familiar enough to keep them out of sight of others.

And sometimes, if you're lucky

A bond can be formed, an indestructible bond.

"Anthony keeps asking where we go at night, Michael. I shouldn't tell him, should I?"

"No. It's our little secret. We're spending so much time finding these places in Hogwarts, I don't know if I want anyone else knowing."

"Good. Me too."

And nearly every night, they searched down desolate corridors and through broom cupboards for one or two more places that could be just for them.

But if that kinship grows into something more,

could there be something found beneath the surface that wasn't there before?

"Terry, can I tell you something? It's kind of… I don't know."

"Of course. You can tell me anything."

"I like you, Terry. I love spending time together."

And he felt the need to add the last line, because Michael couldn't stand it if something pulled them apart—if he pulled them apart—and he wouldn't let that happen.

But sometimes, all it takes is a good omen

to take a leap of faith and spill your soul.

"What omen does your dream from last night correspond to, Michael?"

"Love, apparently. Not like that's likely. You?"

"Sometimes, I wonder why I ever took this class. Seems to be a load of codswallop. This can't be true."

But Michael couldn't say he dreamed of Terry last night, or that he knew the omen was true.

But love can, and will, be returned

if you allow it to be.

"Terry, I—I think I love you."

"'Bout time you said something. I was beginning to worry."

"What d'you mean?"

Maybe not two of the same, but definitely something close.

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For the Valentine Drabble Collection Competition (Pairing: TerryMichael, Prompt: Omen) and the Represent that Character Challenge.