nobody really paid attention to the quiet girl, not to the way she devours hot chocolate like it’s going out of style when it’s seasonally appropriate, and definitely not to the way she flinches when some makes any sudden movement, nobody pays attention to the way her face flushes in embarrassment after. they don’t know what really happens at home, the death eater meetings she had witnessed, coming face to face with a certain brunette boys father more times that she can count, nobody noticed the way she pretended to see past the magical creatures that were thestrals, as if she couldn’t see them. but he was starting to.