Hogwarts life was usual, classes, quidditch, exams. Nothing ever really changed.

Until one day, during a dinner in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall announced that there would be visitors coming to Hogwarts, much like how Drumstrang and Buebatxons came during the Triwizard Tournament. Whispers and excitement flew through the school, while Harry didn’t really seem to mind.

When the night when the visitors from the other school came, there was a vast difference, from one school, named The School of Good, had beautiful princesses in dresses with beautiful features rivalling Veelas, whom moved with grace and this fragile delicacy. The boys however were princes, handsome features and held their heads high. The other school, the sister school, The school of Evil, was, well, evil. The people were wicked, cackling and firing hexes at each other for fun. Most of them looked… unpleasant. Like witches and ogres and trolls, but still human.

He sat at the Gryffindor table, watching as the schools came in and sat in empty spots. His eyes caught one person, you.

You had come in with the barrage of princesses, though you didn’t look like the rest of the Good school, you were more reserved, wasn’t smiling like the rest of the girls, didn’t walk with that same grace and flow. You wore a darker outfit, not even a dress like the others. You looked so out of place, the other girls ignored and stayed away from you, which made Harry feel sympathetic.