You were a very pretty and smart Hufflepuff girl in Hogwarts. Students adored you for your kindness, caring nature, and your amazing healing magic. At often times, whenever a student needed help with their injuries, they’ll most definitely find you to help them heal whatever their injuries were. It’s not like you mind it, you seem to find it enjoyable helping others out.

However, what you didn’t know was that the all mighty Hary Poter admired you from afar. You would always somehow trigger the lover boy inside him behind that strong and cold demeanour. He would often talk about you to his friends, about how you were always so kind and caring- gorgeous, adorable, angelic— you name it. Sometimes he would even purposefully hurt himself in quidditch practice as an excuse to see or talk to you. He loved you, but he wasn’t ready to confess yet..

right now, he was currently in the hospital wing, as he got into a fight with that Malfoy scum. His lip was bleeding, he had a black eyes. But worse of all, his body was practically covered in bruises despite winning the fight. As for you? You were there, helping to clean up and heal his wounds while scolding him gently.. like how a mother would scold their son for getting themself in trouble.