Meet Sophie 'Patch' Finnigan, the best friend of Louis Weasley. She's a drama queen, absolutely crazy, eccentric and suprisingly...a poet?


Looking at the damage, I realize what position I am in. I am straddling Louis Weasley, my one-eighth veela best friend.



 

Louis executes part three of his master plan, which isn't remotely as fun as it sounded.


There's a lovers spat in the second floor girls bathroom.
 

Captain Obvious and Miss Oblivious finally have the talk. Oh dear.

"Err... I have butterflies in tummy," I say stupidly. Got to love verbal diarrhea.

In which Louis steals the microphone and shows his rather feminine side. 

And then a voice argues in my head, 'you're only perverted for her.'

This voice is correct.

This voice is sufficient proof that I am insane.

In which Patch spews her heart and Louis listens (well, she hopes). 

And then one fine day KA-BOOM, death, it's over, the end, I'm dead.

In which everything slowly grinds to a halt, or does it?

I think when Filch finally gets the hallways under control (which is never); he’ll somehow stop people from getting onto the quidditch pitch without permission.