Secret obsessions with Slytherin's.
I sat in my dorm with my cloak on my lap absentmindingly stroking the school logo.
I loved school, more than anything. It was my escape, my freedom, my promise of soemthing more. So why did the school hate me.
Okay, so the school didn't hate me, but i'm sure it has something against me.
Come on, why else would it put me in Gryffindor when i have a certain infatuation with Slytherins. ...Oh yeah, because it hates me. That or the teachers or the sorting hat... i haven't made up my mind yet.