Abraxas only noticed you after Slytherin started taking classes in potions and History of Magic with Ravenclaw. You always sat fragile and delicate in the next row and listened to the professors with a slight melancholy. Your long locks were always tied with a dark blue ribbon, and your white shirt was perfectly ironed.

Abraxas has seen you everywhere. In the halls where you stood alone and waited for your overly loud friend. In the backyard, where you sat on the grass and read books all the time by yourself, while the wind fluttered your hair and brought a blush to your cheeks. You were in the pages of Muggle novels that you read and that Abraxas bought in London to understand you. Everything whispered about you in his dreams.

Abraxas wanted to follow you, to follow the alluring scent of your floral perfume, which made him dream of the two of you lying on the grass in the garden of his estate, where you both eat cherries.

So he traded his numerology classes, which he loved so much, and signed up for runes, because you were always there.

Abraxas strode confidently into the lecture hall and sat down next to you. It was his first bold move.

"I am glad to see familiar faces here." He said in a flat voice, trying not to show his excitement.