The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about Lily. She was just too gorgeous, too beautiful, too ... noticeable. I looked out the window of my house and saw her playing in the park. I quickly ran outside to get a better glimpse, but she was gone.
I must of looked sad, because my father came up to me and asked, "What's wrong with ya boy? Running outside when muggles walk past - ah. You got yerself girlfriend, eh?"
I shrugged miserably.
"It's not ... it can't be ... It's the mudblood innit? My own son, in love with a mudblood! What a disgrace! We're Slytherins boy! You can't go around chasing mudbloods! It's not-"
But I stopped listening, and miserably thought about the beautiful witch called Lily. Right now my life seemed quite messed up.