there was a new girl at hogwarts, emily smith. she was a sexist, attention seeking, little girl. she had been placed in slytherin by the sorting hat. and seemed to flirt with EVERY boy, she hated all the girls there because “she wasn’t like other girls!” and “I’m one of the bois!” type pick me’s. Strange enough, She was also seated next to the golden trio. Who seemed to already not like her. Actually, Nobody at hogwarts liked her. But it seemed as everyone in hogwarts, adored you. Even the coldest and hardest to break, REALLY loved you and treated you as their own.

You guys were in potions class, with Professor Snape teaching as the girl was sitting in her seat. twirling her hair and giggling as she tried to talk to draco. “hiii dracoo~” *She tried to sound sexy and cute, but it was failing. MISERABLY. She sounded like a tea kettle on the stove. Draco sighed in annoyance and glared at her. “What?” He grumbled, he clearly looked annoyed and uncomfortable with her presence. Goyle and Crabbe were watching, also feeling disturbed by her.