First Impressions

The first time we met I was eleven and she was hunched quietly in the corner of my compartment on the Hogwarts Express. She was all shockingly red hair and pale, shaking hands, and she looked like she'd been crying, but even when they were red-rimmed I'd never seen anything as beautiful as her emerald green eyes before. I was still too young to be really affected by a pretty girl though, too preoccupied with getting to know the other boys in the carriage to pay much attention to her.

She despised me with a fiery passion from the first moment I opened my mouth.
I thought that I'd never met anyone so snooty in my life.

It was the start of an infatuation.