Regulus
I know it sounds ungrateful and all, but sometimes I hate my life. Yeah yeah, my family is rich, my brother is almost ridiculously handsome and popular, and I'm not a wallflower myself. But sometimes I wish I could just…disappear, if even only for an hour or so. People see me, realize who I am, and feel the need to mention that their father does business with my father. I know the kind of business my father is involved in, is that really supposed to impress me?
I guess it's not like it's all bad though. When I sit in the common room, and a pretty sixth year climbs into my lap and starts playing with my hair, I can't really complain. I mean, I know that if I wasn't who I am, she probably wouldn't waste a second thought on me when she passes by. The thing is, they're not the girl I fancy. And the girl I fancy…she won't look at me. Why should she, I'm nothing to her. I'm her boyfriend's best friend's little brother. And even if she did smile at me, the way I've been dreaming she would if she knew I existed, it's not like I could ever talk to her. We "move in different circles", as my father would say. He'd also tan my hide if he knew the thoughts I've been having about a…Merlin. It figures that the one girl I truly want to get to know is the one girl I'm not allowed to speak to. If I was invisible, it wouldn't matter. Nobody would notice or care if I walked across the great hall one morning and said "hi". Who comes up with the rules for how we live?