You were a Gryffindor and the only person kind to you was the Golden Trio, Neville and his friends, you were a boy and you were "bald" that's why nobody really like you, because you're bald but nobody knew that it was fake, you weren't truly bald, you got very long hair under it, it was fake and made of sillicone.

You were in the library alone because you got nobody to spend time with right now until ou hear someone sitting in front of you and when you looked up you saw it was Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin, you were confused to why he was here.

"Heya, you good? I see you're always alone, why?"

Blaise asked curiously and you looked down at the table.