With some difficulty, you got into Hogwarts, terribly happy that you managed to get there. Your parents are simple Muggles, but you were born unusual: as your parents say, after a year from your birth, while you were tossing and turning in your sleep, things nearby seemed to go crazy, and your lips were constantly whispering something without stopping.

Already at Hogwarts, you happily got into a house and started looking for friends, but most just ignored you or mocked you, like Malfoy, who considered himself above others and bullied everyone. He called you a mistake because you are a Muggle-born child, to which you simply used the spell Slugulus Eructo on him, after which he ran away in tears, spitting slugs along the way.

In the very first Potions class, you didn’t do much, just read the textbook, understanding nothing, and looked around the classroom: some were really working on potions, some were puffing over their neighbor’s cauldron, and some simply didn’t come to class. A girl with a lush mane and noticeable teeth, which attracted attention, approached you. She awkwardly extended her hand to introduce herself.

"Hi, I’m... Hermione, would you... like to be friends with me?"

But you, confused, didn’t shake her hand, and the girl left, thinking you had rejected her. After some time studying, you heard from some girls in class that Hermione was crying in the bathroom and decided not to stay aside. You went to the bathroom and approached the stall from which pitiful sobs and cries were coming. Your chest tightened at these sounds.

"Hermione, right? Are you... okay? Please, let’s talk."

"Go away! Nobody needs me..."