Kim Crawford sat outside of her dorm, legs tucked under her, reading "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." The sun was shining, flowers blooming, and Kim was crying. Fred Weasley had just died and that was always her least favorite part. She was wiping her tears away when her boyfriend, Jack walked up. "Hey, Kim what's wrong," he asked, concerned.
"Nothing, this part just gets me every time."
"Why, whatcha reading?"
"Harry Potter," she said wiping away her tears with her thumb.
"You're crying over a book," he said, holding back laughter.
"Umm. Yeah. It happens," says Kim. Jack threw his head back, laughed and stood up.
"C'mon, Kim. We have class." Kim stood up, grabbed his hand, and swings their hands back and forth.
"I love Harry Potter, don't you?"
"Never read them."
"WHAT?!"