Growing up I was normal, well, as normal as any witch could be. I grew up in a strong family that was pure and clean - everyone treated us like royalty. Of course, I got sorted into Slytherin, the best house, was popular and was talented and of course something had to change that.
"Hey." said Theodore sliding behind me and making me jump. "Whatcha got first period?"
Theodore had a crush on me, naturally, but I couldn't say the same about him. He had a strong, muscly build, yet his appearance was ruined by his face. He looked rather like a mountain troll. Theodore also was weird - he walked around in only what I could describe as a 'swagger walk' he ran his fingers through his hair and pouted expecting girls to queue up behind him parchment and quill in hand asking for an autograph. Another weird aspect of him is that when he had a bowl of cereal in the morning he poured the milk in first. Absolutely appalling. Oh, yes and the most important factor was that he was muggle-born. I just don't know why the sorting house would let so much muck into our once-beautiful house.
"Err... herbology... can't wait." I replied.
"Are you being sarcastic?" He asked with an ugly confused expression on his face. "Cause I know you hate herbology."
He must have been listening to my conversations, I thought to myself, I know I've never told him that I hate herbology.
"No, I can't wait." I defended. "Because I know that you're not in it." I added and stormed out of the dormitory.
"She has a huge crush on me." I heard him boast to his doubtful friend.