Forbidden love
Our story begins after a class of Defence Against the Dark Arts taught by Professor Quirrell. The Professor is meeting with Marietta Edgecombe, a student who he has taken a particular shine to.
Marietta asked, "Why did you ask me to stay behind after class, Professor? Was my spell casting not good enough today?"
Quirinus assured her, "Y-Your spell casting was t-top notch, Marietta, I m-mean Miss Edgecombe."
Marietta frowned. "Then, why am I here, Sir?"
Quirinus explained, "I j-j-j-just wanted to t-t-t-tell you how m-m-m-m-m..."
He trailed off, unable to utter the word he was trying to say.
Marietta comforted him, "There, there, Professor," she suggested, "Why don't you try again?"
Quirinus took a very deep breath and then said, "Th-Thank you, Ma--," he caught his mistake and corrected himself, "M-Miss Edgecombe."
Marietta insisted, "If it's easier for you, you can call me Mary when no one else is around, Sir."
Quirinus smiled. "C-Can I?"
Marietta nodded.
Quirinus told her, "Then, you c-can call me Q-Q-Quirinus."
Marietta suggested, "How about Quirry?"
Quirinus beamed, "I l-l-like it."
Marietta inquired, "What were you trying to say earlier, Quirry?"
Quirinus told her, "I j-just wanted to tell y-y-you how m-m-m-much I admire and l-l-l-l-love you, Mary."
Marietta beamed, "Aw, that's sweet. I love you too."
Quirinus gasped. "Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You do?"
Marietta nodded and smirked. "I think that your stutter is cute, Quirry."