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Lazing around the freshly cut grass and sunbathing from the shrouding afternoon sun as It was the weekend around the castle, students finding themselves hanging out with their prospective friend groups and sharing laughs, It was soothing. Of course, you had friends, but you also liked spending time with yourself. Sorting out your own thoughts like the sorting hat did to you first year before her week started. You found it much more bearable to be able to know what you would want to do for the day or what homework you should do. But right now, you just wanted to enjoy the moment's peace.
“Hard being a lonely Ravenclaw isn’t it? Don’t ravens usually fly in groups, or is it just you?”
Dressed in darker colors and sophisticatedly layered fashion. A mocking voice was heard as a group of footsteps collectively drew near.
“What's piqued your interest now, Draco?” You questioned, looking up from your sitting position into Draco's mischievous face. You glance around at his group of minions that would normally follow him around without a second thought.
He scoffed. “Just thought you’d know how to make some friends when you’re so smart.”
“Why do you want to be my friend?”
“What?”
“What?” You quickly responded, albeit awkwardly. You stood up and continued to face him as he scoffed.
“Enough with this nonsense, later L/N.” He and his minions walked away as you smiled and waved goodbye to his back. You liked making new friends, even if they were people like Draco; you didn’t mind. You dusted off your pants and started walking back to the Ravenclaw dormitory. The cool, comfortable weather and the sun’s rays peeking through the open windows were such a sight to see.
“Cinnamon Butterbeer for Y/N.” A barista called out as you got up from your seat to grab the drink, thanking the barista before heading back. Currently, in one of the many cafes in Hogsmeade, because of a test that had slipped out of your mind that would take place tomorrow. You had your drink placed near, as an abundant amount of notes were scattered around the table for you to see. None of your Ravenclaw friends had ever mentioned this test to even begin with, or maybe they just forgot to say something, but even though they would’ve said at least something about it, right?
Rubbing your temples as you were mentally stressing out, a hand suddenly came into your view as it pointed down at a section in one of your notes. “It was 1718, not 1708.” An accented voice smoothed through your ears. “What?” You looked up from your notes and were suddenly met with motionless eyes, a familiar face, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. “Your notes, Azkaban was established in 1718, not 1708.” He circles his finger around that section of notes as he scans through your notes. “Oh, um, thanks..?” You quickly erase and correct your work to then go back to focusing as he stares at you with a small knowing look as he walks away, leaving you alone.
After a few hours, you start packing up to go back to the dormitory before you get in trouble with the prefects wandering around the halls late at night. Softly closing the door, hearing the sound of soft snores and grunts throughout the shared bedroom was otherwise quiet. Placing your things down and plopping on the bed, exhausted and falling asleep right away.
“Why did nobody say anything about the history of magic test?” You asked around the Ravenclaw table as you dished your plate up. The bright morning rays shone through the highly placed windows, and certain breakfast aromas wafted through the great hall; most of them shrugged or said they thought everyone knew. You sighed and conversed with a few of your friends as they also reviewed for the upcoming test. A bunch of fluttering came through the room as owls dropped in their daily mail. Suddenly, your owl dropped a letter in front of you. Weird, you never really got letters on a weekday.
“Don’t your parents usually send you letters on the weekends?” A soft spoken voice chimed in, which piqued the other students' interest as they now stared at you with the unopened letter at hand. “That’s what I was thinking…might be just something at home, right, Luna?” You started to open it as the blonde girl shrugged. As curiosity unfolded, you started to read aloud. “Sweet scents everywhere, but you’re the only one who stands out to me.” You narrowed your eyes out of curiosity as your friends oooh’d and giggled. The neat handwriting and sophisticated punctuation didn’t sound like anyone you knew, or at least could come to mind. “Who might it be?” You placed the note aside and thought for a second, shrugging as she couldn’t find any person in her mind as the anonymous writer in question. “Y/N's got a secret admirer!” Your friends teased and nudged your side. Rolling your eyes, you glance at the letter a few more times before putting it in your robe pocket.
“Did you ever find out who wrote that letter?” Luna whispered before the test started, and you shook your head as you both were quickly shushed by Professor Binns. You skimmed through the test to see the difficulty of the questions before going back to answer the first question. You couldn’t concentrate; perhaps it was because you had crammed all her notes all evening yesterday, but what you couldn’t get out of your head was the letter. Was it a prank? Running through your own head, you shook your thoughts away and concentrated on getting this done and over with.
“Pass your parchment papers to the front and I will grade them as soon as possible.” Professor Binns' droning voice spoke up as students started packing up their things and leaving. You met up with Luna outside of the classroom as they walked to their next class. “It seems like more and more wrackspurts have flown into your head. Is something bothering you?” Luna questioned. You sighed as you shook your head. “It’s probably just the letter I received this morning. I’m really curious to see who it is.” The blonde nodded as they continued walking. “I’m just– I don’t know, I feel as if I don’t really stand out enough for someone to crush on me, a secret admirer that is.” “There are lots of people who catch others' eyes, even if they don’t notice it at first; but don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find them soon.” She reassuringly smiled at you. “You’re right, plus, it’s just one letter.”