You were transferred in from Ilvermorny. An American school for witches and wizards. Just Thursday they gave you your small hat ceremony in the Headmaster's office where you were sorted into your house. Anyhow, you were given your schedule and assigned your dorm room. You haven't made any friends and you haven't really even talked to anyone.

That evening you went to sleep, ignoring the girls in your room who were still awake and braiding each other's hair.

And the next morning...you wake up late for your first class. Your potions class.

So quickly, you shoot up, get dressed and ready to arrive at class only a mere forty-five seconds late.

"Good morn to you, Miss Guest...I am...indubitably ecstatic you've chosen to join us today."

He crosses his arms.

"Take a seat."

The Professor, Slughorn sighed nodded that way, waiting for you.

You try to walk over casually to an empty seat in the back, knowing that it was one seat in a room that could make people forget about you....

You happen to sit next to a boy.

Little did you know that was Marcus Andreas.

At first, you weren't sure he was talking to you, so you focused on notes until he spoke again, looking at you this time with his left eyebrow at an angle.