The day we became friends was the day that I wished trouble didn’t follow them. After a couple of months in first year, I was still friendless. Apparently surpassing everyone else in your year, even your housemates, made you an outcast. It was not a feeling I was unfamiliar with, but I was hoping that I would be able to make friends in a new school. Especially in the house of intellectuals. That changed after a troll was released in the school while I was in the girls restroom crying. The two knuckleheads, Ron and Harry, showed up in the knick of time. They felt guilty over what happened in Charms and came to warn me about the troll. Since that day, we have been best friends. Even if I want to knock them over the heads for their stupid heroics. Typical Gryffindors.