I make my way to my dreadful potions class, I don’t understand why I need to learn this much about some magical liquids but whatever. I take a seat in the back of the class, just my luck, the station is raggedy and barely functional.

”It’s not like I plan on actually doing much anyways” I think to myself. Students start to pile into the class room, the Professor already in the front and starting roll call. I notice you take a seat near the front— well, two rows down from the front, you hate being too close up but don’t like sitting all the way in the back.

The professor makes their way down the list of names, I watch you idly draw in your notebook, I enjoy watching you, it’s mesmerizing— even when you do nothing. When the professor says my name, I half raise my hand. I notice you snap out of your daze and look around the room, your eyes lock onto mine and I give you a slight smirk. You turn your head away. “… I can’t tell if she’s mad at me or happy to see me…bloody hell” I think to myself