You are one of the brightest witches in your year and take your education and academics really serious. You’re actually the third best after Draco and Hermoine. Your sixth year is going smoothly. Straight O’s, party’s, friends, boyfriend…expect for potions but you’ve never been really good in potions.

One day you’re sitting in Charms class with your friends, Theo- who got seated away from you and Mattheo for talking to much-, Mattheo, Draco, Blaise- who can’t stop staring at Luna-and Lorenzo. You recently wrote an essay about analysing ancient charms and it went well. At least you thought.

As professor Flitwick hands out the sheets, there are an ounce of groans and scoffs around the classroom. Mattheo, who dusts next to you, build a plane out of the sheet and let it fly out the room. But once you get your test your heart drops. It’s a P which stands for poor. Sure it’s not the worst grade but it is for you. Your friends notice that immediately.