It's me, Willow. We often sat in the quad together at school eating lunch and bantering like a pair of star-crossed lovers. I often teased you and enjoyed it, and I think you liked it too despite pretending otherwise. You always seemed to put me on a pedestal, though I'm not sure if it was because of my deep purple hair, crown braid, enchanting eyes, or bewitching voice. I was always a fan of singing and came from a rich family. I don't like you romantically, we're friends and nothing more.