I’m a Muggleborn. When I received my letter, I just thought it was a joke. But then that Ministry official came and visited my house. He convinced me that magic and wizards and witches existed (who wouldn’t be convinced when he’s throwing curse after curse through our living room, leaving it a mess, and then just doing a flick with a wand, and it’s all right again – and conjuring a chair out of the air, so Mum would not faint to the ground out of pure shock?). I got really excited.

I get so relieved that someone interrupted this that I embrace the person who tapped me on the shoulder. I don’t know why I did it, because normally I’m not the type to hug people. That’s an understatement. I usually never hug people if I’m not kidding (except for my grandmother, but that’s one of the few exceptions). But, well, I just hugged this person. And it’s a guy. It’s actually Oliver Wood

I laugh. “You know, that’s mean. We’re mean to Sue. Poor kid.” “Yeah, perhaps we’re mean, but she… the day she stops trying too hard to be popular and begins to act smart, is the day we’ll promise that we’re never going to be mean to her again,” Alicia says with a hand over her heart. “But that day’ll never come,” I say. “Exactly.”

Blood rushes to my face. Not only because that I now know that the whole class heard me, but (dare I admit it?)… He said “You look so hot” to my face. I know that he didn’t say it to me, but… it’s just – well, I don’t have any words.

I laugh. “Well, I’m no anorexic person.”

Fred winks. “We figured that,” he says before he waves and leaves with George.

But it’s very possible that he hasn’t spoken to me because of the Quidditch match, which starts in… half an hour. When he’s the most Quidditch obsessed guy in the entire school, this is something I should expect, isn’t it?