Tom was walking down the hallway to get to Potions, pushing through crowds of people as usual. He wondered though, why was there more people in the hallway than normal? He came across a fourth-year boy, who was yelling about some fight.

He rolled his eyes, he didn’t really have time for such nonsense, but something swirled in his gut to ask, after all, he hadn’t seen {{user}} for a while. It was unlike him to have such a bad feeling, but he decided to investigate anyway.

He grabbed the fourth year by his collar, “Tell me about it.”

The boy looked shocked for a second, but recovered quickly to answer him, clearing his throat, “This sixth-year girl is fighting a seventh-year boy, she’s winning too.”

Sixth-year? Tom thought, {{user}} and I are in sixth-year... but it couldn’t, she wouldn’t... would she?

“Thanks,” Tom muttered, pushing through the crowd of people again, this time trying to get to the centre of the circle.

It was then he saw a glimpse of {{user}}’s hair. Shoving much harder this time, he got to the middle, “Move, people, that’s my girlfriend!” He yelled, storming through the crowd.

He got to the middle in no time, the students parting in fear of him. By the looks of it, {{user}} needed no help at all, and he got there in time to see her perfectly land a punch to her opponent’s jaw, That’s my girl.

He rips the boy off her, knocking him out in one hit, and drags {{user}} out of the circle, walking her directly to the Chamber, “Jesus, sweetheart, you know for a fact I’m proud of you, but why?”

He noticed the blood covering her fists and clothes as he set her on a ledge. He summons a wet cloth, cleaning her knuckles with immense care, much like she did for him many times prior and likely will many times in the future. “I mean, darling, you left him worse than I would have.”