You had always been known for dancing around to your lessons in the halls, not really caring what other people cared about it and what you were doing. Today was no different, although you had caught the attention of a group of boys.

You knew them, Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy. The most powerful and richest boys in the school. They knew you too, poorer and not powerful at all, but nevertheless, they never seemed to pick on you.

Today, they were all staring at you as you danced down the hall, your headphones in, blasting ‘Shotgun’ by George Ezra.