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His name was Gregorious Wilke and I hated him since our first year. Being the daughter of Minerva McGonagall, I wasn't ver popular among the Slytherins or any house in fact, except for my own house, Gryffindor.
My best friend was Lily. Lily Evans. Ever since I was just a little girl, I had been very proud of my pureblood upbringing, but I was careful not to mention that much in front of Lily.
"Oi, Maggie!" James Potter, my other best friend, called for me to come sit at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
Then I saw Wilke. Everyone called him Wilke because his name was so long and monotonous. Wilke, whom I'd taunted and slandered all my life, strutted across the Great Hall and for the first time, I noticed the brightness of his utterly perfect bleach blonde hair. His eyes were the brightest shade of blue I'd ever seen, aside from my own, and his voice flowed out like honey.
I sat, dazed when my mum came and asked me to meet her in her office.
"What'd I do this time, mummy?" I groaned as I sat down in a chair by her desk.
My mum smiled a bit. "You didn't do anything, Maggie. Not this time at least. I just wanted to talk to you."
I frowned. "Talk? Regarding what, might I ask?" I asked her quite suddenly, letting my somewhat thick Scottish accent show through. I shook my head and began to regain my normal "british" accent. My mum did a wonderful job of concealing her Scottish accent but when I got excited or mad, out would my accent come, making Wilke and Avery tease me more than necessary. My mind once again ran back to Wilke. I felt a strange fluttering in my heart.
Once my mum had finally stopped talking to me about perfecting my Transfiguration, working on my Charms, and trying harder in Defense Against the Dark Arts. "Has Will talked or Flooed lately?" I asked gingerly, tracing my fingers across my right hand nervously.
Mum and I hardly ever talked about Will much. Will was my older and only brother, or sibling for that matter. William Daniel McGonagall was the most stubborn and thick-headed Ravenclaw to ever be born. Will had left only six months ago to no place we knew about. My mum warned him against it, very strongly in fact, but he had his mind set on leaving and doing Merlin knows what. Just like my father, my mum would say.
"He's just like your father, dear," mum said kindly to me as she touched my cheek and got watery eyes. I wished I'd never said anything. "William will come back when he is ready."
I nodded my head and left her office. My eyes were quite wet when I ran out of my mum's office, and by that time, I stumbled into someone, feeling my body flop over someone with bleach blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I blushed and stood up, sticking my nose into the air.
"McGonagall," Wilke muttered, while blushing himself. "What's wrong?" he asked kindly, but turning his voice sharp towards the end.
I cleared my throat and crossed my arms. "Nothing at all. Mind your own business, Wilke." I harrumphed. Wilke rolled his eyes.
"Watch out then, Gryffindor," Wilke said as bitterly as he could. Then he smiled. "Go to Hogsmeade with me, will you?" he asked.
I was absolutely dumbfounded and distraught. I widened my eyes. "Iā¦suppose." I said sternly as I walked way.
