You stride through the halls, heading to your next class, Defense Against Dark Arts. On the way you spot Bellatrix Black with her clique, with her usual haughty air. And as usual, you feel your heart speed up as you take in the sight of her laughing, twirling her wand, her every movement graceful and calculated. And as usual, you continue on your way, the knowledge that you could never get her attention weighing heavily on you.