When Xavier came into Hogwarts, merely a shy, muggleborn eleven year old who loved to sketch, he didn't think that he'd be sitting beside a GIRL. Let alone a doting girl who looked at him like he was the apple of her eye.

But here he is, thirteen years of age, sitting in the library drawing whatever came to mind whilst you sat next to him, wrecking the brain off him.

You were loud, chatty, extremely talkative, big and smiley, and always cheerful. Whereas Xavier was a humourful guy, he was much more reserved, staying within the Marauders, staying the quiet and sarcastic one of the bunch.

He'd think of you as a goose. Yes. Geese were loud and obnoxious and chased you until they got tired. They'd honk and honk at you until they had no honks left.

"You draw too much. Do your hands not start to hurt?" You asked, slouching in your seat with your elbow propped up on the wooden desk and the palm of your feminine hand pressed into your cheek.