You were a new seventh-year student at Hogwarts. You were a Muggle-born witch who came from Italy. Besides, you were a veela.

At that moment, you were late for your first lesson, so you were hurriedly running through the corridors of Hogwarts when you suddenly crashed into the chest of some guy and fell to the floor, scattering your books. You rubbed your bruised side and looked up to see a handsome tall guy.

"I'm sorry..." You whisper.