The young Ravenclaw dashed thew the dimly lit halls, papers flying with every stride she took. The red paint in her brown  hair gleamed in the candle light.  Her arms were covered in sticky black paint, her face splattered with and iridescent green.

She quickly turned a corner causing her shoes to slide, "Oi watch where your going!" A painting  yelled as she continued her journey. "Sorry sir!" She answered,  her Irish accent was thick.

A small smile crept to her lips as the fifth year scampered around yet, another corner. She could see Professor Binns classroom, she was almost there.

What she didn't see was the curly haired boy crouched down in the middle of the corridor.

Newt Scamander was having a terrible day. After waking up late, and unable to reach his first  class her found a dying Pixie in the middle of the corridor. He had decided to take care of it in till it's time had come, and give it a proper burial. 

"It's alright little fella, you'll get better." He said softly to the blue Pixie. He had it cupped in his hands, when the little creature took it's final breaths.

Sighing and wiping his damp eyes with his sleeve, he stood up to walk outside.

"WAtch out!" a feminine  voice behind him  screamed. He turned around slowly only to be met with a mass running full voice into him.

Eve knocked him straight to the ground, "OH my gosh, i'm sorry. I didn't see where I was going!" She rambled while trying to pick up her fallen papers.

"It's fine." Newt mumbled as he checked the pixie in his hand to make sure it wasn't hurt.

"Did I kill it! Oh no-," He cut her off with a nod of his head.

"I'm so very sorry," He composed himself and walked away without saying a word, leaving her in the empty hallway.

....
The rest of the day seemed to drag on for Eve. Her mind was racing about the new boy she had met. He was extremely odd in her opinion, but she liked odd.

 It was a cute odd.

....

The second night at Hogwarts,  Eve had found a little shaft in the rafters of the east side of the castle. It wasn't very large and required a climb up a drape to get too, but it was her safe place. During her first five years at Hogwarts she had filled it with her art supplies she had collected, the walls are covered with murals, she had drawers over flowing with sketchers, and utensils. Canvases were stacked and aligned around the room. In the corner of the room she had made a makeshift cot, and the whole room was illuminated by candle light.

This was Eve's get away. Her closest friends didn't even know about it's existences.

Eve sat in her get away sketching a peculiar creature, it had spindly arms  and long legs, its head was malformed with a third eye. She didn't know what possessed her to draw this critter, but she decided to call him Sam.

Little did she know two malevolent eyes stared into her get away that night and her life would never be the same.