Rebecca Roberts straightened her sparkly red party dress, and took a deep breath. Her cousin Dennis Creevey had asked her to come with him to this party, but she was starting to have regrets for coming. Everyone seemed to know each other already, and she felt like an awkward, gangly, outsider.
Dennis had dropped her the minute they walked in, so she was playing the wallflower near the corner of the tent. Peoplewatching, mostly. There were lots of witches and wizards present, but none stuck out to her particularly.
"Well, hello there beautiful."
She whirled around in shock. A tall, gorgeous man with black hair, green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead was smiling at her.
"Yyyyyy youre hhh Harry Potter!" she exclaimed.
"The one and only." he replied. "And who might you be? We haven't met, I would surely remember."
"Rebecca, I mean Becca Roberts."
"Well, Rebecca I mean Becca, would you like to continue this conversation in a more intimate location?"
Rebecca swallowed in shock. She looked around for dennis, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Wordlessly, she nodded.
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