Today was the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin — until a brutal storm hit the pitch. Hail and wind struck so hard that five or six students were seriously injured, and Draco Malfoy was one of them.

In the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey was rushing from bed to bed, overwhelmed and unable to reach Draco in time. Flustered, she turned to Pansy, who stood frozen in the corner. "Go call {{user}}. Now."

Draco lay on the bed with a broken right arm and cuts across his face and body. But when he heard {{user}}’s name, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

{{user}} was well–known at Hogwarts — a Ravenclaw student famous not for grades, but for real talent. she had created several spells on her own, and were top of the class in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.

Still… Draco and the others had never spoken to {{user}}. she were quiet, introverted, never dramatic — not cold, just observant. And undeniably beautiful.

But Draco had never seen her from closer than ten meters… until now.