Meet You At The Willow Tree.

I am a very routine person. I have a plan for everything, and I intend to stick to it.
Like my plan to get perfect O's on my NEWTs, which includes getting to all my classes on time, studying theory for three hours every day (alone), then practical for two hours (alone), getting to the Great Hall precisely at half past seven for breakfast, twelve fifteen for lunch, and seven forty-five for dinner. Don't ask me why getting to dinner on time is needed to score a high grade in my NEWTs, because I don't know. But at least I get to eat my lasagne before it gets too cold.

Anyway... why am I telling you this? Because, today somebody screwed up my routine. Yeah I can see your faces; you're like, big woop. That's what Georgia said. But it is a big deal. To me it is, anyway.

It was him. You know... Slytherin, tall, pale, blond, arrogant, has all the girls (except me and Granger) swooning over him because he's oh so sexy. Yeah, him. Stupid Draco Malfoy.

He was reading his book under my tree, near the lake. I don't approach him at first, because I'm not stupid. I'm a Ravenclaw after all. Plus, he doesn't even know me. We have about... four classes together, I've been at Hogwarts for six years, like him, and yet he doesn't know me.
Come to think about it... who does know me? The four other Ravenclaw girls in my dorm...Georgia from Hufflepuff who isn't even my friend, she is just an acquaintance. To everyone else, I'm just that weirdo Ravenclaw girl with really long curly hair that sits at the back of the classroom and never speaks to anyone because she doesn't have any friends.

Depressing, isn't it?

Anyway... thinking about how I needed to make friends, I go up to him and tell him to rack off.

Charming, aren't I?

I think he was surprised, whether it was because somebody actually dared to speak to him like that (other than Potter), or because that weirdo Ravenclaw girl with really long curly hair that sits at the back of the classroom and never speaks to anyone because she doesn't have any friends actually spoke to someone.

I'm betting on the first one.

So he calls me a mudblood and tells me to go away. This is funny because I'm actually as pure as a pureblood can get without being a Malfoy. He should know that. Oh wait... he doesn't know who I am anyway. I now know that for sure because he asks me who I am.

Who am I?

I am Evelyn Stella-Rose Llewellyn the second. Evelyn will do. Or Eve. Do not call me Evie, I will kill you.

Of course I don't tell him all of this, I just tell him my name is Evelyn Llewellyn and he squints at me, before shrugging his shoulders and picking up his book again. I see that he is not going to move, so I sit on the other side of the tree and get out my books, before settling in place and reading chapter sixteen of A History of Charms- Level Seven.

We never speak to each other, what is there to speak of? Both of us are caught up in our books. I wonder what he is reading... probably a potions book, that's his best subject. I know that because he is in my Potions class, and I am quite good as well.

An hour and a half later, Malfoy stands up and gathers his books before walking towards the castle.
I look up and I'm surprised to find that it is quite dark. I check my watch and find that it is eight o'clock. Aargh! He messed up my routine! I was now fifteen minutes late for dinner, and I was not happy. At all.

"Malfoy!" I shout, while putting my book in my bag and running after him.

He turns around, alarmed. "What?" He says as I reach him.

I'm out of breath, gasping a bit. "You...owe me...some...lasagne!" I say, before jogging up to the castle.

Just before I slip through the front door, I turn around and see him shaking his head confusedly.

And just as I thought, there was no lasagne left.