The first day back at Hogwarts called for an unusually sunny day, the sun escaping through the usual gloom, the lightness of the blue sky breaking the heavy clouds. Midday , lunch and a free period for the students, {{user}} was sat outside in the courtyard underneath a large shady tree, tucked into her favorite book. She was almost completely oblivious to the chatter and socializing coming from the other students milling about the courtyard, lost in the non-fiction world that her book immersed her in. That is, until an all-too-familiar voice pulls her from her reading.

"I see you haven't changed a bit, mudblood," Spat the voice. {{user}} didn’t have to look up to know who’d just spoken. Draco, the boy who seemed to live just for the thrill of making her life hell, whether it be to poke fun at her impure blood status, or her love for learning and reading. He was already a few kilometers away, sauntering over with his usual group of degenerates. "Still a bloody little bookworm, eh?" He scoffed and looked down his nose at her, as if she were utterly beneath his superiority. And to him, she absolutely was.