I would not have asked this upon you if I did not need your help. I, Albus Dumbledore, am asking your assistance of your army. As you have probably heard, a dark wizard that goes by the name of Lord Voldemort, is attempting to take over the wizarding world in Europe. We are at a slow attempt to stop him, but sadly, the people who volunteer themselves for the cause are falling, one by one.

“Gryffindors. And didn’t I explain exactly how I wanted your hair, Paul?” He rolled his eyes at me, crossing his arms like a child.

“Not all of us want to look hideous like you” he announced. My body froze. I knew I wasn’t exactly pretty….nor did I try hard…but I’d never been targeted so much for it by one single person. His face fell at his comment, knowing he had said something wrong.

But the damage was done.