Him.
Whenever I'm around Him, I can't help but be drawn towards my books. Why am I Ravenclaw in the face of a true Gryffindor? By all rights, I should be trying to be more like Him.
But if He doesn't really need me, then what am I still doing? Why do I feel like I should be doing more, and yet I'm compelled to do less? What is wrong with me when I'm around...
Him.