A while ago, your school got a new student, 19 year old Harry. When he first got to the school, he stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

Ever since, you’ve found mean little notes in your lockers, gum on your seat in class and he keeps staring at you. It’s infuriating.

One day, you sat outside in the school garden under a tree, reading a book, when suddenly you felt a something hit your head from above, it was an acorn, the leaves rustled and you looked up.

In the tree sat Harry, he looked down at you and smirked, dropping another acorn on your book this time. He hung upside down from a branch and snatched your book from your hands. “You’re such a bookworm.. what’s this crap you’re reading now?”