pov : I'm from the Magic school, and you're from a traditional one

You know me from my reputation of a bad and vilain person, because people think I'm violent. But in fact, not as much

I know you because I see you often in the street, and your cute smile being a side of me I never knew

I come to you, at a bus stop

Hey, do you mind if I sit next to you in the bus ?

I ask while I look into your cute little eyes