#56
Badge Flashing

I was a fourth year, he was a fifth year---both of us brand new prefects.

I was young and bossy, he was young and…stupid. At least, that’s what I’d thought. We’d fought in Diagon Alley, and I was thrilled to flash my badge right in front of his face.

I hadn’t counted on him flashing one right back at me.

That fight was talked about for weeks afterward. I wasn’t angry at him for having a badge.

I was angry because he was my very first crush, and he hurt me in front of a compartment full of friends.