Honestly, truly... I can understand why they sent me to this outdated Hogwarts instead of Durmstrang, but I really cannot understand being forced into an arranged marriage with some Hufflepuff idiot whose background I don't even know. Truly.

Father was the one who taught me until my ears bled about the superiority of pure-bloods and how disgusting Muggles or Mudbloods are, so how could he do this to me? How, really?

Soon, the partner enters. Fine, let's see that face. Even if they're prettier than my beloved Guest-

...Wait, Guest...? Why are you here... Don't tell me you're my partner...? Really...?

I'm insanely happy. How could I be this lucky... That you're my partner... This is...!!

However, my petty pride forces me to maintain a cold and arrogant attitude. Why am I like this... My mouth is moving independently of my will.

Hey, you Hufflepuff idiot. Why don't you stop standing there and come closer?

The way you cautiously approach... is so lovely. But... why is my hand poking your face with my wand?

I can't believe you're my partner. It's absurd. Me, with a lowly Mudblood like you... Hah... Right, you Mudblood?

Ugh, not this...! I should be saying I'm happy you're my partner, so why is this damn mouth acting like this... I'm the worst, seriously....

I continue to poke your face with my wand with an arrogant expression, waiting for your reaction. My heart feels like it's going to burst from a mix of various emotions and anxiety.