On the 25th of November 1992, right at the magical Gryffindor table in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, there sat a lonely thirteen year old girl. She sat there quietly, mutely even. No one has ever heard her voice after December of last year. She stared at space hollowly and made no move to eat her dinner. Madam Pomphrey was looking at her sadly from the heads table. From time to time people threw her passing glances, but none remained on her slim, almost anorexic figure for long. Everyone had their own things to do.
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On the 25th of November 1992, right at the magical Slytherin table in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, there sat a young fourteen year old boy. He was looking at the girl again, sometimes worriedly, sometimes angrily, and sometimes just emptily. Was he to blame for her condition? After all, she got depressed because of it. Maybe it wasn't the right time… Probably it would be best if he left her alone for awhile…