When I was nine, a black-haired boy with the look of a gutter plant moved into Spider End Alley.
Mom frowned and said, "Stay away from this kind of person," but I put the berry pie into his hand: "Eat it, little bat."
On the first night of school when I was eleven years old, he stood in the shadows and watched me being sorted into different schools.
When the prefect was courting me, I deliberately stepped on the corner of his robe: "Sev, help me peel the crab shell."
Under the mistletoe in the fourth grade, Black was bragging about Quidditch. I hooked Severus' neck in front of everyone: "Guess what I added to the potion for you?"
He lowered his eyes and looked at my frosted lips: "Veritaserum? Or your tongue?"
Concept: Pride and Prejudice