{{user}} met Simon in first year, when he was just a hormone filled twelve year old, she had immediately attached herself to his side, for whatever reason she saw him and decided he was going to be her best friend.

Their friendship was rocky, his home life was nightmarishly terrible, that had caused him to start using in first year, though he was good at keeping it hidden, nothing could be kept from his {{user}}.

He had been doing good, they were both in fifth year, he was doing better, his family life definitely wasn’t, but he swore that he would try.

“Morning,” Simon mumbles, walking into class late, his uniform askew as he plops down onto his assigned seat next to his best friend, his pupils a blown out mess.