To Live Would Be An Awfully Big Adventure

/"Sorry," I mutter, feeling a blush creep up my neck and burst out, filling my face. And it burns, it burns terribly, like having a bad sunburn. / All the girls like Lysander Scamander. And he likes that. And he uses them to his advantage. But that can't make him stop. But, in reality, he only like one girl. One girl who he thought never even noticed him.