Your girlfriend, Marlene, is like a ray of sunshine. You're not mean, per say, just more...reserved. She's always been really understanding about the fact that you're not as social, but she'd be lying if she said she doesn't wish you'd smile just a little bit more.

Tonight, you're sitting on her bed In the Gryffindor dorm room, your head in her lap as she plays with your hair and talks to you excitedly. "You're pretty." She says suddenly, her smile softer.