Sorry for the typos.
I took to magic like an old friend. I found the subject inspiring and thrilling. I spent the months before my arrival at Hogwarts studying as much on the subject of the wizardly arts as possible (this is hard when one only has access to materials that can be checked out with a Muggle library card). But that fall with stories of Merlin and Morganna floating through my head I pushed through the magical platform as I waved goodbye to my beaming parents and surly sister to depart for the first time on the Hogwarts Express. My first years at Hogwarts were much like a starving person at the trough of knowledge, I inhaled as much information as possible. I took to practicing the charms and hexes I'd learned in class on my fellow classmates and any inanimate object that happened to be within eyesight. I excelled in my grades and shone in the eyes of my professor's but socially my life was not much more than one big study hall. It was not until my third year that I noticed other people went to school alongside me and not until the year after that I began to notice boys (not that I had much interest at the time though).
I made a point of it to make friends my fourth year at school. I went about it just like I went about studying, plan, think things through and then memorize and get it perfect. However, things do not always fall together as readily as that. I was a Gryffindor, one of the four houses that divided Hogwarts. I was therefore supposed to be brave, but somehow when it came to people I lacked courage altogether. That year a group of boys in my house had made a name of themselves, ruling their fellow classmates and the attention of the teachers with their fiendish pranks and charming intelligence. I had always paid attention to be mindful of their antics, to avoid being involved at all costs, but ideas like that always find a way to be undone.
I was sitting in potions, desperately trying to get my plum-coloured health tonic to turn the rightful emerald shade that was displayed in the pages of my textbook when I heard a whimpering sound behind me. I turned with my best confident expression to quickly reassure the insecure fellow and return to my work without missing a beat. But my thoughtful face was met with a boogey to the face. I screamed, wiping away the snotty green mess now covering the better portion of my face. My expression turned from thoughtful and shocked to enraged as I raised my want to return the favour, but just as I had angrily sputtered out half a hex I heard Professor Slughorn shout, "That'll be detention for the both of you. How every disappointing Ms. Evans, you're my best student, 'pected more of you." To say I was tongue tied would be an understatement, all words had deserted my mouth, dissolved on my tongue as I tried to form a coherent protest.
Later that afternoon I reported to Slughorn's office, a room which I had become familiar with as a I was a premier member of the "Slug Club." But the figure sitting across from me was new, I recognized his mane of black hair, slicked back from his roguish face. There was no mistaking this boogey thrower. Sirius Black, teenage angst I would come to find out emanated from this boy. Half the girls in my year were deeply infatuated with this ass who right now looked very proud of himself despite the frilly pink couch he was currently sitting upon.
"Why did you do it?" I asked in the most civil voice I could muster, "I haven't crossed your or anything a'tall have I?"
"Nope, you're just a priss. Can I call you Miss Priss?" Sirius said all of this with such a straight face that even now I can conjure the image and it makes me want to slap him silly.
"We—" I began as Slughorn burst into the office.
"I'm afraid detention has been cancelled for tonight, it seems that Peeves has decided to set chaos upon the Potions' stock cupboard, everything is fluttering about the room and I can't seem to figure out how to undo the spell, well, until then," and Slughorn maneuvered his overweight self out of the narrow door frame in order to return to his work.
"Come with me," Sirius said swifly, rather, quickly demanded.
"Where? What? I have studying to do. And why would I want to go anywhere with a trouble maker like you?" I spat.
"Such cheek Miss Priss," and with a caddish smile he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into one of the many vaulted hallways of the school, "See, I set this meeting up. I want you to meet someone, friend of mine who happened to be quick enough to get us out of the mess you've managed to make for us. I'm proud to introduce you to James Potter, potions chaoticer extraordinaire."
The only thing I can say about my first meeting with my future husband is---I was not impressed.