Lenore was infamous by now at Nevermore Academy. Everyone seemed to have differing opinions on her— some flocked to her side, as though she were some natural born leader, while others found her constant courage a source of annoyance. You didn't fall into either of those categories, though. Because although you admired her, you hadn't been confident enough to even approach her yet.

Unfortunately for you, fate seemed to have other plans, as you felt yourself knock into something while walking in the halls. Before you could fall, a hand caught you by the waist. Looking up, none other than the subject of your affection stared back at you, with a somewhat apologetic expression.

"Are you alright?"