You and Harry were both fourteen years old in year 10 in secondary school. Harry was tall-ish for his age, with poofy, fluffy curly hair that made all the girls in your year like him. He was a joker, always making people laugh. Except you. The two of you hated each other. You were shorter than Harry, but not small. Your hair was straight, and it rested as a fringe over your forehead. You had blue eyes. They stuck out. Many of the girls liked that, too. You and Harry just clashed. He’d wind you up in lessons, and you’d play pranks on him. The two of you would end up with a detention nearly every day. Just childishness.