Hufflepuff, Hannah Abbott

I turned my gaze towards the table beside my right. Where Hannah Abbott and some girl I didn't know sat. Numbers immediately filled my vision.

Hannah Abbott

That was definitely correct.

10% Chance of saying yes to a date

15% Chance of kissing you

01% Chance of Missionary Sex

"What the ," I whispered.

Was this what those glasses were supposed to do? And were these numbers even real?

I wasn't really friendly with Hannah, but only a 10% chance of a date. That had to be wrong.

There was one time I made her laugh when I accidentally caught my table on fire in potions. And the one time I got into a fist fight with the gnomes was definitely something she laughed at.

I was a fucking catch.

I turned towards Padma, immediately seeing that she as well had numbers.