My name is May, like the month, although I was born in November - weird, I know. Professor McGonagall calls me a troublemaker, though it has lost its meaning after the thousandth time, and Sirius calls me Piglet - though it's really not that cute. Then the kind of stuff happens that you should expect when you jam hundreds of hormonal teenagers into an ancient castle together. Yay.

Minnie liked the way Sirius' right cheek had a dimple but not his left. She liked to watch the bow of his lips as he talked - the slight indentation of his fuller upper lip almost a natural pout. But Minnie, betrothed to Sirius as a babe in a barbaric pure-blood arranged marriage, knew that he loathed her.