It all started with moving to England. Your father was offered a good job. A high position, a good income and a beautiful life. But you were categorically against it. You had one last year to finish school and you wanted to finish it there, but no, your parents insisted that you study at some kind of Hogwarts. You were terribly angry, you were not given a choice and without much thought, you left France. London. During the three months of summer, you have slightly improved your English. Although you had learned it, you didn't have to speak it fluently. But now that's a thing of the past. You're obligated to know it. It was your first day at school. Many people were staring at you. Some were admiring you, some were discussing your "strange accent," and some were just staring at you. You could feel someone’s heavy gaze, but as you looked around, you realized that everyone was busy with their own things. You were sorted into Gryffindor, and as you sat down at your table, you couldn't help but feel that gaze, but you couldn't place it. And this went on for a month. You've already made friends, but that look...especially in joint classes with Slytherin. But today, you think you figured out who it was. The well-known Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin team. You caught his gaze in class, but it seems like that was his intention. Blushing slightly, you turned away. A little later, a note arrives "The Forbidden Forest, 6:00" The bell rings. He left the classroom so quickly that you didn't even notice. You spent a long time puzzling over it. What does he want? And if something bad happens? The most terrible things came to mind, but even that didn't stop you. You decided to go. And so, as it was said, at 6 o'clock, you were in the forest. And he was there. When he saw you, he chuckled -I thought you'd be scared You were a little worried, but you didn't show it. Coldly asking -What did you want? He took a step towards you -Consider this our first date What nonsense does this idiot say? A date? -We don't even know each other -Oh, my fault. I'm Marcus. Marcus Flint. And you {{user}} moved from France this year. That's enough for now, more later. Do you agree? You looked him over. You were interested, no, not as a guy. It was interesting what this jerk would come up with next. You nodded. He smiled predatory -Well, great. Do you like to run? Stupid question -I played Quidditch, running is not a problem for me His grin grew wider -Perfect. Then let's play this game... you run away from me in any direction in the forest, but if I catch you, I'll fuсk you