"Available. Sixth Year Gryffindor looking for a greasy Slytherin to cozy up by the fire with."

 I was too busy thinking to notice Black look alarmingly at James, who upon receiving the alarmed look, realized what he had done and looked panicked. He was quick to speak up, “Mel, I’m just curious, but who are you going with?”

I shrugged. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

“It is a guy right?” Black asked rudely. I rolled my eyes and nodded.

“As far as I know, it is a guy. Although I haven't quite gotten around to checking."

"What do you think of him now, Brookes? Is he still charming and perfect?” I didn’t answer it. I felt like I was going to be sick. Not only because Regulus was going to sign up to become part of a death committee, but also, because Black’s voice held a tone that I found disgusting. He wanted me to dislike Regulus. He wanted me to hate his own flesh and blood. His own brother. And the scariest part, <