My name doesn't matter at the current moment.
I usually stand by the sidelines, in the shadows, out of the eye of the camera. I'm female, but that's only because it's the way I was born. There's nothing wrong with being a certain gender, right?
Some days I notice those three. Some days I'm rolling in my own problems that I don't see them. But I know that I never get too close. I know what happens to meddlers, and it's not my story to get involved with.
I was sorted the same night the three of them were. I came to this school for the first time on the same train as they did. But they don't know me – I'm a minor character, you see, and everybody else's line of sight misses me by miles.
All I can do is watch. Over the years, I have noticed that they are normal people, with normal personalities, who just happened to get themselves into the most precarious situations.
Only my first year at Hogwarts, they were able to save an important magical object – the details of which were shady and left unexplained – from a dangerous dark wizard, or that's how the circumstances were explained to the students.
Though I was sorted into the same house as the three, I've always dodged the spotlight. It's amazing how hated Gryffindors are by Slytherin, yet I can slip away unnoticed just by holding my books in front of my uniform to cover my house colors. Honestly, the rivalry between our houses is enough to stun a dementor.
Lavender once told me that I was boring. Afterwards, I overheard her and Parvati talking about how dull I was, and wondering why such an uninteresting person was in Gryffindor.
Do you remember what the traits of Gryffindor were? That's alright if you don't. They're courage and chivalry, and I guess they apply to me, too.
Mother once tried to convince me to become friends with Harry Potter. I denied her request fervently – I doubt the closely intertwined trio would welcome somebody random and new like me. I'm part of the background, and there's no need to change that.
My third year at Hogwarts, I saw from the dormitory window Harry Potter and Hermione Granger struggling with the Whomping Willow. I nearly chuckled to myself, because it was surely another one of their important life-saving missions. But I try not to bother myself about them, because there's no point in getting involved with people who do dangerous things like that.
Yes, I'm a Gryffindor, and like my entire house I stayed behind that day in seventh year when You-Know-Who attacked the school. I can fight, I just don't like to. I can be brave; I just prefer to stay away from those kinds of situations. Perhaps that's why I've been referred to as "boring".
I've used the Room of Requirement, but I never joined their organization until seventh year when the Carrows decided that a half-blood like me wasn't worth being nice to. Even then, I think Longbottom, Lovegood, and the Weasley sister barely knew I was there. I was just another girl wearing Gryffindor colors, and that was enough for them. In classes, I usually sat by myself or with Fay or Lavender or someone in another house.
This is all that I have to say, as the one on the sidelines.