I always get put with either Jaja or Rose, dependant on the class; I think teachers assume we're friends becuase we share a dorm. 

We're not.

 I don't have an obsession over him or anybody else.

(CoughLysandercoughLorcancoughsort-of-Albuscough)

 "Brown and McCarthy." Lion drawled, clearly bored out of her mind as she ticked each pair off.

I went to sit on the right side of our desk.

I have this thing, where I have to always sit on the right and walk on the left or my body feels lopsided.

 She sat down with a smile, sending me a nervous look. "Get on with it then Trix."

"Mum wrote to me again." She whispered, swinging her legs round the bench to sit facing me. Trixie reached out her hands and closed them in mine, sending me a humourless smile. "She's pregnant again."

 "Thank you." I whispered into his ear. "No-one has ever done that for me before." 

"You're really not mad?"

"Nope."

 I heard light padding on the floor next to me and look own to see my beautiful fluffy ginger cat that I named Fred because Fred, by definition, is a ginger name and not because of Fred Weasley as many seem to think.

 The Saturday before we were due to leave was the day Albus and his girlfriend went on their fabulous, probably very romantic, date. It was also, coincidentally, the day I spent in the kitchen with the elves (who I proudly learnt the names of), eating a lot of crap

 As soon Lily Potter answered the door and we had walked into the kitchen where everyone was, Windsor saw me and pounced on Al with surprising grace, attaching her mouth to his before anyone could even say ‘bitch’.