I smirked slightly as I watched the bushy-haired brunette angrily argue with the red haired boy over what I assumed was the rights of house elves. The boy with the glasses seemed to be as amused by their childish antics as I was. I giggled quietly to myself and decided to have some fun with them.
I sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, positioning myself behind the red haired boy, Ron,the girl called him. He wasn't the one who caught my eye though; I was much more interested in the one they called Hermione. I cleared my throat, hoping to catch her attention.
She didn't notice me, neither did the boys. I frowned, as I was unaccustomed to being ignored. I spotted the shellfish stew in front of Ron and a spark of inspiration hit me.
"Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?'
Ron turned to face me and I could see that he had instantly fallen victim to my thrall, I sighed quietly, annoyed by his obvious lack of self-control. The ginger continued to gape at me like I was some amazing creature in a zoo, I dismissed his foolish gaze and instead focused on the girl.
She had a fierce look on her face, as if I had offered up a challenge rather than a polite request. I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why she was so threatened by me.
Looking at her angry expression and back at the dumbfounded boy, I suddenly understood something. She was with the ginger. For some reason, I was saddened by this, but on closer inspection, I realised that the boy was obviously oblivious to her true feelings. I smiled warmly at her which seemed to surprise her.
The boy with the glasses, Harry, gave me the bouillabaisse, I politely thanked him before turning my attention back to Hermione.
" 'Ermione, is it? I look forward to zeeing you again"
I flashed her another dazzling smile but she seemed to be only slightly phased by my thrall, my interest in her grew even more. I turned and walked away from the table, smiling happily. My visit to Hogwarts had just begun to get interesting.