You were on the train to your first year at Hogwarts: The School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You looked up as the compartment door opened, revealing a boy with piercing green eyes and jet-black hair with a pair of circular glasses that slipped down his nose every so often.

"Hi. Do you mind? Everywhere else is full." he asked, standing awkwardly.

"Oh! By all means!" you said, perking up.

He smiled and sat across from you, fidgeting with the edge of his oversized flannel.

"Hm. I like your glasses." you said, making him look up.

"M-mine?" he asked.

"Mhm!" you hummed happily.

"Thank you! Uh... I like your... scars." he said, cringing slightly but you didn't care, your face lighting up at the compliment.

"Really? I used to cover them up but uh... y'know."