It was your fifth year at Hogwarts. While all your friends had boyfriends or crushes, you were still alone — and honestly, you didn’t really care. The feeling of loneliness only hit you sometimes, and even then, you brushed it off quickly.

But someone else couldn’t brush off the feeling of love — Barty. He acted lovestruck every time he passed by you, hoping you’d finally look at him, maybe even agree to go on a date. But you never looked. You never cared about the flowers he left for you, or the love letters. Not even when he smelled your perfume in the Amortentia during Potions class.

As you walked down the corridor, a bit cold with winter approaching, you heard hurried footsteps behind you. Before you could turn fully, someone had already caught up to you, smiling. It was him again. You just sighed and asked,

“What is it?” you said coldly, still looking ahead, trying hard not to get annoyed. “I was just thinking... maybe we could go to Hogsmeade together tomorrow? I heard it’s going to be a beautiful Sunday.” he said, dragging some of the words out slightly, his hands behind his back, a wide smile still on his face — full of hope.