She was that girl. That one particular girl who is stupid enough to fall for a sweet messy and annoying boy. Though she knew this boy will never love her back since he had his eyes only on Lily Evans. Yes. She is Anna Blythe who had fallen for James Potter. But what if Lily kept on rejecting James and what if James had given up on loving her? What if James would finally try to open his eyes and look around him? And what if he had seen Anna?

"Cry! Take that whip cream out of your mouth this instant!" The loud and fake obnoxious voice echoes across the Gryffindor table. The intended girl, Cry, laughs and yells back, "Shut up, Padfoot!" - She frowned. Her dress dampened with water and her feet sunk into the sand. My rage grew the more I looked at her. How can she be so untouchable? When she looks like me? Why can't I? I leaned in, my hot tears dripping from my jaw and teeth slightly bared. My temper seethed the longer I reside here. "I would burn everything and anyone until I get him," I spat.