Gloria Crouch of Slytherin hated Quidditch more than any other sport. Her ideal type was a tall, handsome, warm, considerate Hufflepuff with healthy eyesight.
“But preferably someone low-key... I can't have anyone around me who outshines me... Just kidding! No one is allowed to steal my spotlight!”
That was until she was sent flying in a corridor after being run into by a Gryffindor Seeker in her year. Supposedly, this guy was famous for defeating You-Know-Who.
Oh, right. He also wore a pair of damnable broken glasses.
Harry Potter had only been at Hogwarts for a week when he met a strange Slytherin called Gloria Crouch. Most of the time, she wandered around alone with a completely expressionless face.
He accidentally knocked Crouch flying, but she ignored his apology. She just got up, glanced at him, and walked away.
“I hate rude Slytherins more than anything!” Harry declared.
A whole term passed, and the ever-silent Crouch caught Harry's attention.
Wait, this girl never talks... Could it be...?
Harry woke up in the middle of the night and slapped himself. I really am the worst!
Then, during a Quidditch match, he was on his broom when he saw Gloria suddenly appear in a green cloak, holding a yellow flag in one hand and a red one in the other. With a determined look, she loudly cheered for Wood, the Hufflepuff Cedric, and the Slytherin team.
Harry: What?? You?
A taciturn, looks-obsessed Slytherin girl who transmigrated x Harry, the famous, nearsighted Quidditch fan
Apologies for the out-of-character portrayals.
Theme: Exercise is good for your health.
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