FIRST YEAR. You and Dalila, your best friend, transferred to Hogwarts from America.
"I thought the British hated Americans?"
"Y/n, everyone hates Americans."

THIRD YEAR. You both grew acquainted with the Weasley twins.
"They're kinda funny."
"Dalila, they're ginger. Their whole existence is funny."

FIFTH YEAR. Dalila begun to date Fred Weasley, while you kept your feelings for George a secret.
"You know, we could double date if you got your shit together, Y/n."
"You know, I could just punch you, right?"

SIXTH YEAR. You almost died. Here's the story of that.
"I'm gonna kill you, Y/n."
"Heh. Not before this tournament does."