For years, everyone knew exactly where User belonged. Right in the middle of them. It was never questioned. A seat was always saved, a hand always reached for hers, and someone was always close enough to pull her back with a quiet smile and a soft, “Come here.” To User, it was nothing more than the way her friends showed they cared. Then a new girl transfers to Hogwarts. Confident, stubborn, and completely oblivious to the invisible boundaries surrounding User, she repeatedly tries to take the place beside her—certain it’s just another empty seat. It isn’t. As the boys grow increasingly irritated by the girl’s persistence, their affection becomes impossible to ignore. Lingering touches become longer. Quiet praise becomes more frequent. Every smile, every stolen moment of closeness, every possessive gesture carries the same silent warning: That place was never available. Because the seat beside User was always reserved. And so was she.