“You didn’t tell me that!” I shouted, still holding the book in case she decided to spring something else on me.  Like, perhaps, she’d smuggled Professor Lockhart out of St. Mungos and was currently hiding him in a closet. 

I want to shave off his eyebrows.  Then let’s see him try to lift those eyebrows.  I hate him.  And his eyebrows.

Shrieking shack AND Madame Puddifoot's in one day.

Everybody goes on break :)

“Oh, come on now, Cohen.  You know we’re only joking.  Besides, why go for Third Years when you’ve got an eligible Seventh Year bachelor chasing after you?” George nudged me knowingly.

Professor Lupin nodded, but looked at me as if he was afraid that I would fling myself off of a staircase or something at any moment.  That doesn’t sound so terrible right now, but knowing my luck, I wouldn't even die.  I’d just get horribly injured and disfigured and then Madame Pomfrey would really have proof that I’m the stupidest girl she’s ever met.  At least it would fit the running trend...

“Right-o, sir!  I’m gone!” I said, ducking out of the classroom quickly.  Well, it might take me weeks to wash off the stains my hands are going to have by the time my detention is over, but it’s worth it because nothing is more fun than annoying the hell out of Snape.

“How was your time with the sexy bandit?” Manny asked, peering up at me from the floor beside my bed.  By now the other girls had moved on, evidently deciding that I’d most likely been running from Filch for being out past curfew (who they noted would regrettably not be a sexy bandit in any world and also would not be much fun to stay with in a cramped broom closet). 

“Really, Valencia, I would have thought you’d have given me a little more credit,” he said.  “As if I would have really crashed into a tree.” He laughed to himself before heading into Hogwarts.

Prat.

I grinned widely and nodded.  Oliver leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.  Even after so many years, I still don’t understand why he makes me feel little butterflies in my stomach with every kiss.  I guess it doesn’t matter, right?  There’s so many things I don’t understand.  All I need to know for sure is that I can walk with the love of my life (yes, I said love) anywhere and everywhere we want to go.  Even if it’s just to the Quidditch locker room.