Christopher wandered in to the Boys' dorm, and threw himself down on his deep red, four poster bed. His only friends were first year girls, and he knew that this had to change. Especially since he was upset with one of them, and the other one was her best friend, so she'd be upset with him too. Why were girls so hard to figure out? He needed a best friend. A guy at that. But he was sort of an outcast when it came to his fellow Gryffindor second years. Or anyone for that matter. He sighed and pulled out his poetry book, reading his classic, Muggle, Shakespeare works.