2013 Golden Snitches Winner in the following categories: Character (Louis Weasley) You'd Be BFFs With [and] Best Male Character (Louis Weasley)
2013 Golden Snitches Runner-Up (2nd place): Most Imaginative
2013 Golden Snitches Finalist (3rd place): Best Cast of Characters

I hadn’t expected this. I had gone through life without being noticed until now, and now everything seems to be happening all at once.

“She really is like her mother.”

“You’re comparing the woman of your dreams to her mother,” I said. “There is so much wrong with that.”

“Oh, shut it,” Frank said, though his face had turned as red as a Quaffle.

I guess that was changing now that I was on my own. God, I just couldn’t think that enough times and get used to it. I was an official healer now. I even had a new ID badge and everything, plus it was laminated. LAMINATED, blimey, guess that meant I was really growing up.

The alcohol was driving the fatigue from my mind in a foggy haze. I wasn’t even aware of the words that were floating out of my mouth.

The next thing I knew I was waking up disorientated on a couch in a living room that I didn’t recognize.

I headed toward the lifts to take it up to the cafeteria when I inadvertently run into Elsie, though, and ended up awkwardly apologizing for bumping into her.

“Louis, I didn’t even know you were here,” Elsie said. “Were you in the ER?”

I nodded, still not trusting my voice to verbally repeat what I had witnessed.

“Louis, if there’s anyone who’s on your side,” Thomas said, “it’s me. I know how brilliant of a healer you are and how hard you work. You should have been a Hufflepuff; you never blimey give up.”

I cracked a smile, running a hand through my already dishevelled red hair; I’d been forgoing brushing my hair as of late.

I was heading down to the main lobby to use the floo network. But I was pulled from behind as I reached out to pinch some of the shimmering powder that rested on the mantle over the fireplace. Before I could look behind to see who had grabbed hold of me, I felt the familiar sensation of being pushed through a tight tube before the invisible bands broke free.

“I suppose,” I said. “So, Lily, where’s Lysander at?”

Lily huffed. “I dunno, and honestly I don’t care. Off somewhere being a wanker.”

Frank pointedly looked at me, waving his hands behind Lily, as if to tell me to drop the subject. Not one to open up a can of worms, I decided to leave it at that, but Lily had only started to fume.

I had no idea what to wear to my alleged date with Elsie Short. It wasn’t like we were going to a restaurant. What did one wear to a dinner date at the other’s house? None of my exes had ever cooked for me. I’d never cooked for any of them, either.