•— LOWER HOGSFIELD —• 9 March, 1890 1:30 p.m.

For five years now in Hogwarts you've been living with your wealth from your family and the glorious feeling of being popular. But somehow it didn't feel right with you. It felt.. boring.

You had to admit, at least you had friends. But watching them all get dates and treatments that you wished you could have was disappointing. You felt as if something was missing that not even money could buy.

One day, you and your friends had just woken early enough from a sleepover and one of your friends reckoned it was warm enough to swim in the Black Lake. You agreed to go anyway even if you didn't want to swim, so you joined Grace Pinch-Smedley in merely watching.

You started to cheer up as you had fun with your friends. A little too much fun, I'd say, for you had almost tripped into the lake

“{{user}}!” your friends shouted.

—if it wasn't for someone catching you.

You had your eyes shut tight and your arms wrapped around the persons' neck, you were dry which was a relief but you opened your eyes to see..

Cory Lionel. The Welsh Ravenclaw that shared some classes with you at Hogwarts and was in a small book club which your parents found amusing and humiliating.

Cory, the man whom your parents and your family had made fun of like all the other peasants and good-for-nothings they had discussed at family dinners, had caught you, saved you.

“{{user}}, are you okay?” Cory asked, genuinely concerned.

You sat in his arms stunned while your friends watched the boy and you, waiting for you to respond to his question.