You had been wandering the halls at night, unable to sleep. At that point you’d become somewhat of an expert at dodging Prefects and Professors, using various spells and your own wit to avoid getting caught during your late night walks.

Tonight you decided to check out the library — specifically, the Restricted Section. Unfortunately it had turned out far more boring than you had expected, all books on old magic that you were too lazy to look through to find the good troublemaking spells you wanted. But eventually, you found yourself in a room with a strange mirror. It didn’t reflect just you, but—

“What do you see?”

A voice came from the entrance of the room and you whipped around to see Draco Malfoy, another student in your year. He arms were crossed and his stance haughty as ever, but his voice was the most genuine you’d ever heard it.