At Hogwarts, there's magic around every corner, literally of course. There are essays to write, corridors to patrol, and friends around too. And then there's Potter. How would you describe him? A conceited Quidditch player, so full of himself that you can't have a proper conversation with him without wanting to pull your hair out? Or perhaps, a true romantic who likes you so much he's willing to ask you out time again and time again, even though you still say no every time? No, I don't like James Potter, and I would never go out with him. Ever. But sometimes, if he looks at me with that soulful look in those gorgeous hazel brown eyes, my knees buckle and I can't look at him straight because... Because... I don't like him.