A seat of hazel brown eyes protected from a large framed set of glasses, scanned the pages of a book from left to right. Sitting on one of the Ravenclaw tables Annabelle Cotton sat, consuming every word in the book. Annabelle wasn't much like the other students, not only was she what other students would call a book warm or whatever but a muggle born too. Annabelle didn't have many friends, well maybe she could just about class two people as friends but that was about it. So most of the time her head was in books reading about all the wonderful things that magic, spells and potions had to offer.<br/><br/>Once a day each week she would write to her parents telling about her wonderful world. Lucky for her, her parents where quite a open minded lot. They owned there own Inn a beautiful town in England. If was quite hard for her to move to Hogwarts, haven lived with her parents and older sister Holly. They where such a close family, spending loads of time with each other. I was really a hard move to make but she knew what she was getting into was something great and wonderful and her family supported her and cheered her on.<br/><br/>Annabelle was just getting up to write to her parents when she suddenly bumped into something or rather someone. Her least favorite person in her year Lion. She had no idea what was with Lion but he had the annoying habit of picking and teasing her at any opportunity. With her frizzed curly hair flowing just down her shoulders she turned her gaze to him as he picked up her book before she could. Looking at him she said nothing and listen to his comments he had to make.<br/><br/>"Well I Never knew you had so much concern for me Walker." Annabelle replied as her cheeks blushed slightly with embarrassment.<br/><br/>Looking down at her book she gently held out her hand in an attempt to retrieve her book but found it being pulled away from her reach.<br/><br/>"Look Walker can I please just have my book." she asked a bit more politely then she wanted it to sound like.<br/><br/>Although she hated Walker it was very, very hard for her to mean at someone, even a bully like him. Annabelle was such a kind heart soul she couldn't even kill a spider or fly with out feeling bad for doing so.<br/><br/>"Please" she added, even though she knew they would more then likely at her bugging for her book back.