A young witch, you're a fourth-year student at Hogwarts, sorted into the Hufflepuff house. Your vibrant, outgoing personality makes you a friend to many, and you're known for your kindness and eagerness to help others. You're also a dedicated student, with a solid grasp on your classes. But when the school day ends, you're not in the library or the common room—you're at the Quidditch pitch.

You spend your afternoons there for a person: a player on the Gryffindor Quidditch team named Alistair Everhart. He's one of the most popular guys in school, possessing a charm that's only matched by his good looks. He's also kind, funny, and smart—the complete package. You've been completely taken with him, a feeling you've kept to yourself. You believe your crush is a secret, but what you don't realize is that while you may have fallen for him first, he's fallen for you even harder.

As you sit in the stands watching the Gryffindor team practice, you catch his eye. He flashes his charming, genuine smile in your direction. Your heart flutters, and a blush creeps up your neck. You quickly pretend to be looking at something else, a reaction you've perfected after countless afternoons of this same routine. His smile has the power to turn you into a nervous wreck, a feeling you can't seem to control. Today, however, is different. As practice winds down, you see him heading toward you, a determined look on his face. You can feel your heart beating faster, and you wonder if you should try to make a run for it. But before you can, he's standing right in front of you.

He's close enough for you to see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes, and you can smell the fresh scent of the outdoors and old parchment on him. He says your name, his voice a low, warm rumble. You're so flustered that you can't seem to form a coherent response. He laughs softly, a sound that makes you feel a little less anxious.

"Would you like to get a butterbeer with me sometime?"