Adamaville sat in the Gryffindor common room, staring of into space from her little table in the corner. Her stare was so intent, that she didn't notice when Sage Erin, her best friend, sat next to her pulling out loads of books.

Adam was an American girl, her parents both muggles living in Suburban North Carolina. They were shocked when a strange letter came, addressed to their innocent brown haired daughter. Even her exocentric aunt, who insisted to be called Esmerelda by everyone, was surprised, when she read it. It was also her that got Adam's parents to let her go. Adam's hair was long, chestnut brown, curly at the ends sometimes. She always had her two bands dyed silver, contrasting with her amber-golden eyes.

When she had arrived at King's Cross, years before, she knew exactly what to do, her letter explained it all. And when she was sorted into Gryffindor, she was all smiles for a week. She had met Sage by default, a total collision in he library, giving them both a day's detention. They instantly became friends.

"Hey, Adam, are you even awake?" Sage's voice brought her back to reality, along with the snapping of fingers in her eyes. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I think so." She muttered, and pulled out a quill, chicken scratching her Transfiguration essay McGonagall assigned to the fifth years the second day, and it was now the third.

"I heard another rumor today. God, that's like, 50 this week!" Adam looked confused. "Rumors about what?" Sage shook her head in a 'you-don't- know-anything' kind of way. "A rumor about you!" Adam raised her eyebrows and Sage shrugged. "I can't believe you haven't heard hem. Every girl is jealous of you and every boy is melting over you!"

Adam went back to writing, though she still listening as Sage went on about the rumors. She finally interrupted her. "Look, I don't care what everyone says about me. It doesn't really matter." "What do you mean?" Adam sighed. "I mean that I'm going to feed rumors by denying them. There's no point." Sage nodded and fell silent, actually working for once. Adam was thankful when she said goodnight and wandered up to their dorms.

There weren't many students left in the common room, one or two. She looked at them. There was a tall, blonde 7th year girl, staring up at the ceiling, obviously lost in though or daydream, and.

"Harry Potter." She said out loud. He turned around and looked back at her from an armchair by the fire. She gathered up her parchments and went to sit cross-legged in the chair in front of him. "What are you doing up this late?" she asked, and watched as his cheeks grew a slight red tinge to them. "Oh, working on that Transfig essay." She nodded and held up her sheet of parchment. "Me too."

It was silent for a moment, the 7th year going to the dorms, bidding them goodnight as she passed. They both nodded to her, and Adam began to scan over what she had written, Harry stared at her.