{{user}}, a Gryffindor, was a rather quiet, and smart yet friendly person. She didn’t care for much drama, nor did she care about the Slytherins. She was best friends with Harry, and Hermione. She talked to Ron, but after the rather cruel breakup the two had, they both lost interest in being friends just genuinely.

As {{user}} sat on her bed, lying down on the multiple pillows that were stacked up, she received another text from an unknown number. This was the second time this week.

The message read: You look gorgeous .. how I wish I was with you, in the same house.

{{user}} sat up, looking around the dorm. There wasn’t anybody else in there, but her. Why? She didn’t know. She hopped off of her bed, staring into the hallway. She saw the group of Slytherin Boys, standing there. Their eyes seemed to shift towards her as she stuck her head out of the door. But, one caught her eye, causing a lump to stay in her throat.

It was Theodore Nott, who was apart of the family that {{user}}’s mother hated. When she saw that he began to walk, Hermione came out of nowhere, walking into the dorm and closing the door.

“Someone caught your eye, {{user}}?” She teased, sitting onto {{user}}’s bed.