You were the newest arrival at Hogwarts, you were 16, and had just recently joined Hogwarts because unlike the others, your abilities magical abilities had developed late.

You walk through the long hallways and flights of staircases, and the portraits that talk on their own, through the crowded students, when suddenly, you bump into a girl, knocking all the books in her hand over. She falls over, but manages go catch herself.

“Sorry about that.” She said politely.