Hogwarts was average. You, a Slytherin, and him, a Ravenclaw. You acted like you hated each other, your personalities never meshing well, but in secret, you were stupid teenagers in love. The room you'd visit every night lay behind the portrait of a blind seer. It would glow, always matching the atmosphere mysteriously.

It was perfect, all for the two of you.

Then the fight. Both tired, with you complaining about Potions for the millionth time, and he just snapped. Told you he was fed up. Said he couldn't handle it anymore, and some things about never loving you. You got upset too. You broke up.

Rumors spread of him seeing a cute Ravenclaw girl. Someone from his own house. Good for him.