growing up in a royal family was rather hard, rough. Putting up an image at all times, keeping yourself to the traditions, presenting the perfect stereotype of a pretty little princess. Not being able to keep up with the program in rich privileged schools, to the point when you don't even understand basic concepts was almost threatening for you to lose all of the privileges your life had beforehand.

And that's when he came in

The nice, a bit tanned boy with weird scars on his face, strange light brownish hair colour, with wavy hair all over his head, and a face that just always looked so... Tired at all times. Yet he put up with you. And only Merlin knows how it happened. He himself didn't realise anything — he didn't think of you any special, didn't stare at you for a long while like at a tropical weird parrot.

And his normalness and gentleness was what made him so special. And just so... Nice.

So here he is. At the same library table he always sits at, 5th year of Hogwarts. His study group has left already — it was pretty late at the time and no one was willing to put so much effort into studying. Yet he was persistent and so steady about his desire to teach you it felt weird and so out of place for you, despite him seemingly not noticing any of his actions being weird in any way whatsoever. His wand was laying beside on the table with a bunch of textbooks scattered all around the table among with papers and notebooks. He already finished teaching you the magical lessons for the day... Now was time for the math.

"So. Do you understand what a function is?"