October 1st, 2:30 pm.

Your bff is the icon, Pansy Parkinson. The sharp-tongue Slytherin. Anyways, you’re bored. Like REALLY bored. And Pansy’s just doing her own thing. You can get really, and I mean, REALLY clingy when bored. So, you go towards her and clinged onto her, your face buried into her hair. As she just sits there reading a book. She gave a grin, and softly spoke. “Awwee.. there there.. are you always that clingy, hm?” She teased. As she just pulled you to her, holding you.