1881, Albus Dumbledore is born.

11th century, Chamber of Secrets is created.

1326, Nicholas Flamel is born.

At this point in time, his mind was just spewing out random facts. He was not surprised that it was historical facts spilling out of his brain and rushing to the fore front of his mind. He wasn't an expert in ancient history for nothing. Granted, most of the facts were not related to his specific field of expertise but he blamed that on having just revised for History of Magic. His brain was in full gear, releasing so many facts that he was subconsciously mumbling them aloud now as he rushed out of the Ravenclaw Common Room with two books in hand. He had changed his sweaty T-shirt to a regular white one as well. The boy hardly wanted to walk around the school in a filthy and sweaty T-shirt. To be honest, he was surprised he had sweat so much anyway; he hadn't realized that he had run so much. To study, Sami usually spent a good amount of time reading books and then he would immediately after, go for a run. During this run, the information seemed to stick into his mind much easier.

Now that he had finished revising and running for History of Magic, Sami decided to revise for Muggle Studies since that was his next class anyway. The two books he had taken from his trunk in the Ravenclaw dormitories included a book on Muggle Studies and a notebook with a pen clipped onto the front. He was headed for the library, his pace matching with the slew of facts that were running through his mind. He did not notice - nor would he have cared about - the people giving him strange looks as he mumbled when passing them. He probably sounded delusional. The boy barely saw where he was going: his feet just knew where the library was and his subconscious made sure he didn't run into anyone.

"When mating, Erumpents have a tendency to blow each other up..." mumbled Sami as he turned a corner. For a split second, he wondered how he had remembered something from Care of Magical Creatures when he absolutely loathed the class. Some facts must have stuck. He mentally shrugged and continued in his hurried pace. It almost felt like his mind was reassuring him of what it knew and neatly organizing it all. Like, it was looking to make room for more and more knowledge. Sami smiled a little. Sometimes, he couldn't help but love how his mind worked. It was so brilliant and mercifully held so much room for more.

Suddenly, his feet abruptly stopped him as a face dangerously close to him came into view. He had almost been daydreaming so when Natalie had walked up to him, it hadn't processed in his brain until she was very close. The tiny smile was still on his face, frozen in shock, as she stood there. He blinked a few times and opened his mouth a little to speak but nothing came out. Sami took an awkward, slow step back and his face finally thawed. The smile melted from his face to be replaced by a confused frown.

"W-what?" he said.

The girl in front of him was the typical blond beauty: bubbly, outgoing and talkative. Sami guessed as much just from looking at her. He blinked twice, surprised and now nervous, when she said hello to him. Had his frown not been enough of a deterrence? He wasn't good at this; he wasn't good at talking to strangers. He could barely remember her name and yet she knew his. But she had only said hello. Perhaps the hello had been socially demanded of her: she had felt compelled to greet him as he had been in her way. Perhaps she would not continue. Perhaps this was all and she would just walk past him. Sami relaxed and actually allowed a small smile to touch his lips as he prepared to greet her back.

When she took a step forward, his eyes widened slightly with surprise and he quickly glanced at their shoes to see how close they were. The Ravenclaw boy stared at her lips as words began tumbling out of her mouth. Questions. Sami took a small step back and, to his utter horror, hit the wall behind him. There was no escape from this social situation. He cleared his throat and cough into his fist before turning back to her with a slightly serious and slightly nervous look on his face. "It is actually pronounced Sah-MEE. But I don't care how people pronounce it. Hey at least it's not Xavier or something, right?" he replied with a nervous laugh at the end. Somebody kill me right now. XAVIER?! He had no idea where that last sentence came from but he already knew it was awkward.

As to the topic of the new Muggle Studies Professor, Sami relaxed a bit since he had talked to his friends about this before. He figured he could just use the same lines he had said to them. "I think Professor Fairfax will be a nice change for once. Nobody takes Muggle Studies seriously but I feel the man will. Besides, being strict isn't a bad thing. At least then some people will actually learn." Sami exclaimed with a short, bitter laugh. It took only two seconds to realize that he probably sounded like a rude jerk just then in front of this girl that he hardly knew. He sighed to himself in defeat. No matter how many times he reminded himself that first impressions were everything, he could never seem to give anyone a good first impression.

He couldn't understand what her motive was for talking to him. It had seemed like she had struck a very random conversation with no purpose, which baffled him. How could anyone just approach someone for no reason at all? The only reason he was confused was because he would never have done what she had. He was not social if he did not have to be and he certainly did not strike up conversations with strangers. And anyway, if he did talk to anyone outside of his very tight group of friends it would be for a very specific reason as he knew he lacked everyday social skills. At this moment in time, he was struggling to figure out how to continue the conversation so as not to look like a moron in front of an obviously popular girl.

She had pronounced his name correctly the second time but he felt a bit uncomfortable hearing his name come from her lips when he didn't even know hers. It was almost as if she was beginning to mentally strip him of his secrets, making him feel slightly naked. At that last thought, Sami coughed into his hand again, his ears hot with embarrassment. He thrust the thought away and quickly resumed listening to her. He sighed mentally with relief when she mentioned her name and relaxed a little. At least now they were even. The name fit her, in his opinion.

Sami wondered how she would respond to his opinion on Professor Fairfax. It had seemed a little rude but she didn't seem too put out by his comments. The boy frowned slightly as she spoke. He didn't particularly like knowing that people took certain classes just because they were easy to pass. It felt like someone was cheating themselves from knowledge. For example, Natalie could have taken a class that she knew nothing about to learn but instead she was taking a class that would give a great mark but she would learn nothing. He understood why some people did it but it made him sad to know it was happening.

Her last question caught him by surprise but when he relaxed his face suddenly grew serious. He did not like talking about his family because it was so complicated but he felt he should give her something. "Yeah I did... but my father is Muggle-born so... well I know the Muggle life too. A-and..." he started, suddenly stopping for a brief second because his voice got caught in his throat. "... I-I like Muggle sports," he managed to blurt out randomly. The boy looked defeated as he stared at his shoes after speaking. He had felt compelled to say something after 'and' but nothing had been coming out so he had said the first thing that popped into his mind.

Sami was trying his best to recall the list of conversation starters he had made a while ago which is why he had blurted out his love of Muggle sports so suddenly: talking about each other's interests was on that list. In his mind, Sami was wondering why he had to suffer in this social interaction. On the one hand, he was grateful that he was getting some practice to improve his social skills. On the other hand, why did it have to be a girl? Females baffled him more than any thing in the entire world, and he hardly liked to admit this to anyone. If a male had been standing before him, he might have been less nervous. Perhaps he could pretend she was a man? He emerged from his thoughts and stared at her as she talked about volleyball, wondering if it would be possible. He mentally shook his head in frustration. No, there was not even one bit of masculinity on her. At least some girls had uni-brows or more chiseled jaws - slightly masculine characteristics for Sami - to fuel his imagination. But Natalie was such a... girl. Never had he been so disappointed.

He wasn't too surprised that she had declared her love for Muggle sports as well. If he could recall correctly, she was on a Quidditch team at the school. He couldn't remember what position or what House but now that he was trying to remember, he thought he had seen her on the pitch once or twice. Suddenly, after thinking about how he should reply to her, he was aware again of how close she was to him. The Ravenclaw slowly, trying not to make his action noticed, grabbed his two books with his other hand as well so that they were now held in front of him as if he was trying to create a barrier between the two. He couldn't help it; the action made him more comfortable. He exhaled, not realizing that he had held his breath out of nervousness for so long, and decided to give his opinion.

"Volleyball is easy," he drawled with a know-it-all smile, "Try football. Now that's a good game," he said with sudden confidence. This was a debate he had with his friends a lot so the topic made him comfortable. "Have you played before? Are you any good? Not many people play it here so we can never make any teams..." he added with a frown, remembering the times he and his friends had unsuccessfully tried to make proper teams. He was speaking now as if he was talking to his friend so all the stuttering and nervousness was gone for the moment. Especially since he was now talking about a real problem he and his friends were having at the moment.

Sami shook his head with a smile as she defended volleyball. Of course, he knew how to play volleyball but it was not his favourite sport. In fact, one of his older cousins taught him the game as a young child. In his opinion, it just wasn't challenging enough. Football was rough; he had sprained and broken a few bones in the past while playing. Football demanded energy, quick decisions and skill that many did not possess. The game was simply beautiful in the Ravenclaw's eyes. So perhaps Natalie was right: one could not compare the two sports because football was in a whole other league. It was an absolute shame that the sport often lost it's beauty once Quidditch was introduced to young kids. Football was such an old sport and it hardly deserved how it was treated by some Magical folk.

Surprising himself, he understood her shocked face to be only playful and so he did not worry about offending her. As a result, he had felt confident enough to shake his head in front of her, revealing his negative feelings on her favourite sport. He was actually starting to feel a little more comfortable speaking to her now that they were talking about things that he knew about. Perhaps it was because he could detect a healthy debate coming now that they had shared their opinions on a topic. And God knows, Sami loved to argue. He was not going to let her go now that the argument had started.

He couldn't hide the surprise on his face when she practically offered to play when them. He had never really played seriously with a girl before. Sure, during family outings, his female cousins joined in but they were not usually any good or they were simply too young to take the sport seriously. He wondered how his friends would react to him having recruited a girl like Natalie. They would probably think he was blackmailing her. Sami shook his head again and realized she had finished talking. "Look, I don't mean to be...well... mean but come on, volleyball is nowhere near as physical and dangerous as football. It's practically a basic fact, Natalie," he boasted with a smirk, attempting to cross his arms against his chest. Forgetting he had his books in his hands, he accidentally let go and they fell on their feet.

Nervous and alarmed again, Sami quickly bent down to attempt to pick them up. Because he had been straight against the wall, when he bent down he fell forward a little so that his head accidentally hit her in the stomach. "S-Sorry!" he exclaimed and stood back up, forgetting the books on the ground. Horrified at what was happening and how foolish he probably looked right then, he wandlessly called the books to his hand with a levitation spell. He held them against his chest and stared at her, waiting breathlessly for her reaction to his actions.

She had fallen. He had hurt a girl. He, a male, had hurt a girl, a female. Growing up, it was the first thing he had been taught not to do.

He had not been aware that she had fallen until he had gotten up and the books had jumped into his hands. He had been much too preoccupied with trying to get the books back into his now sweaty hands. It wasn't his fault; she hadn't made a sound when she had fallen and he had been too focused on not looking like any more of a fool than he already seemed to be. Now, as he stood staring down at her with a horrified look on his face, his eyes accidentally fell on her panties. If it were humanly possible his eyes would have fallen out of their sockets right then. He slowly turned bright red, his cheeks probably flaming hot to touch. The panties were pink and white, and, unfortunately, he didn't think he would ever forget them.

Sami quickly looked away, wanting to cover his eyes so people didn't think he was a pervert but stopped, thankfully remembering the books in his hands. If he had dropped them on her a second time, he would have killed himself. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life. The boy looked around, realizing people were now staring, and wished he could throw and Invisibility Cloak on himself. The awkward Ravenclaw didn't feel he could even offer her his hand up: he thought he might blow up with embarrassment if he touched her. He turned slightly to the side and did not look at her as she laughed and spoke. He tucked the books under his arm and covered his face with one hand.

"Have I melted into a gooey pile of nothing yet? Please tell me I have, Natalie," he cried earnestly through his hand.

People were staring at him and they were noticing him, but for all the wrong reasons. Sure, Sami liked attention but only when it came to academic things like scoring the highest grade in a test or creating the perfect potion. But this was social attention and he hated it. He watched between two fingers, his hand still on his face, as some students gave him a dirty look. Others were standing metres away, giggling and pointing. He knew how it looked like: a nerd that had purposely knocked over a blonde beauty to see her panties. A nerd that should have been honoured to be spoken to by Natalie but was instead acting like a pervert. This was not how he ever wanted anyone to see him. Because he was dramatic sometimes, the Ravenclaw felt like everyone around him - and probably anyone else that later hears the story - was losing respect for him. Respect that he had attempted to build since first year. He sighed as she spoke, obviously having gotten up by now as her voice seemed closer. At least she was laughing and not hurt.

He didn't know how it could get any worse.

But then she touched his hand and Sami lost control of his body. The touch seemed to burn his hand. He literally jumped back from her touch and, since there was only a wall behind him, hit the back of his head hard on the wall. Suddenly, for a brief second, his vision went black and then he opened his eyes again. He had slid down to the floor, his books sprawled on the ground, and his head spinning. "I-I'm okay," he managed to croak out. Sami tried to get up, leaving the books on the ground, but instantly fell back down on his knees. He was seeing double but he was determined to keep his eyes open. The Ravenclaw wanted to get out of the situation more desperately than ever. He wished one of his friends could walk by and help him to the Ravenclaw tower. If Natalie tried helping, he didn't know what else would happen.

The books could go burn in Satan's pit for all he cared at that moment. He never wanted to see them again.