Look at them. Him and her, her and him. It makes me sick. I know what I have to do to end this: Get revenge.
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I met her on the Hogwarts express before our first year. She was a beautiful eleven year old, and I was a nerd. Her long, chocolate brown hair flowed halfway down her back, making her seem somehow older and more mature. I didn't find out her name until the Sorting Ceremony, though. When the Sorting Hat called Gryffindor, I watched her walk to the appropriate table, and immediately knowing that Alice Logan was the girl I wanted to date, to be with forever.
"Longbottom, Frank!" The professor called me up to the stool to be Sorted. I adjusted my glasses as I walked up to the three-legged stool. The Sorting Hat whispered in my ear a few things before shouting "Gryffindor!" YES! I was in the same house as her! I grinned as I went to sit at the Gryffindor table, and the closest open seat was next to her, so I took it. I gave her a shy smile and she just ignored me. Brilliant, she hates me already.
He was a second year, watching us from the Ravenclaw table. His hair fell into his eyes very slightly as he looked over. I caught him looking over toward us and scowled at him. He just raised an eyebrow and grinned at me. I knew right then I wasn't gonna like him if we ever met. The end of the Sorting was boring, and I kept looking over at him across the room. He couldn't have her, she was mine. Or so I thought.