Castiel Novak huddled over his book as a boy about his age in a Gryffindor uniform passed by. The boy's eyes intrigued Castiel as he made his way to Snape's potion class.
Castiel sighed. This boy, whomever he was, was absolutely gorgeous. With his green eyes and sandy blonde hair, Castiel couldn't resist staring. He was in a Gryffindor robe and Castiel's heart sank. Ravenclaws typically didn't associate with Gryffindor's much, and Castiel knew that.
Castiel had his own demons to overcome. He had went to Hogwarts as a sort of safe haven to escape his abusive father and siblings who didn't want him.
He rebelled. His father didn't want him at Hogwarts. He left without telling anyone. His siblings didn't care.
Castiel hugged his book closer to his shivering body and walked towards Potions.
