You had just transferred to Hogwarts in your fifth year a couple weeks ago, maybe a little late but who cares.

You were sorted into Slytherin, which is no shocker for your attitude. You’ve already made friends, Regulus, Barty, Mary, Pandora, and Evan.

You were walking in the halls with Evan, going to class. He was talking about another’s one of his flings like you even cared and hinted at you two possible getting together. You instantly told him no. He of course had to ask why.

“Because I’ll break your heart.”

“Maybe I’ll break yours.”

“Nobody breaks my heart.”

You said as you walked into class.