Author's note: Thanks to my lil bro for giving me the idea for this one. I LOVE U DUDE! Even if I can beat you at every card game ever. And then you stomp off cause you got beat by a girl. Haha. Anyway, proceeding to the story. PLEASE (*does awesomeness singy tune*) please PLEASE please PLEEEEASE pLeAsE review!! Revoo or the evil bunnies will come get you. If u do revoo, then the evil bunnies will bring you chocolate e-cupcakes. Your choice.
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"EHMAGAWD!!" Romilda Vane's best friend, Mary Alice, squealed excitedly. Mary Alice was the kind of person that freaked out if
anyone called her Mary. Or just plain old Alice. she believed two names were, using her own words, "exotic, sophisticated, and
carries a certain mystique…" Personally, Romilda just thought it took up more perfectly good parchment. But that was just her
opinion. "I KNOW!! So then, I was like, smiling and all, you know, and he liked, looked over at me again! OH EM GEE!!" Mary Alice
broke down in hyperactive giggles, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle them before the librarian sent one of her evil death
glares toward the two of them. Mary Alice was almost dancing in her seat. "He glanced at you! Twice!! In five minutes!! He MUST
like you, Romilda!!" Romilda clapped her hands quietly. "I KNOW!" Romilda sighed. He must be shy. That's all. The poor boy was so
overwhelmed by her attention and beauty that he hadn't gotten the courage to ask her out yet. Well, that was going to change.
As was the topic.
"So…how are you and Seamus going?" Romilda waggled her eyebrows, making Mary Alice crack up again. "It's hilarious! He's even
funnier than you are! And he got me one of those pygmy puffs for Christmas!" Romilda immediately perked up. "Oooh, which one?
Was it the normal one or the new edition, the one with silver or gold tipped hair that glitters?" Mary Alice paused for dramatic
effect. "Well, it's a beautiful and elegant shade of deep rosy pink…" Romilda nodded. "Yeah…" "And it's got gorgeous soft fur…"
Romilda nodded again, "And…" Finally, her friend's composure vanished. "YES! GOLD TIPPED FUR!!" "EEEEEEH!!" The friend giggled,
jumping up and down. "I bet Harry's loaded, he has to be." Mary Alice had turned the tables back to Harry.
"I mean, think about it. His mum and dad must've left him something. He could afford to get you a totally gold one, I bet." Romilda
grinned. "Maybe for valentine's day." Mary Alice perked up. Lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, she said, "You know,
those love potion's for Weasly's Wizarding Wheezes should be in soon…any ideas how you're going to slip some to him?" Romilda
thought. "Some. You can put drops in food and chocolate with the kind I'm getting, it's the expensive one. So probably, offer him a
drink or something, or get it into his Christmas dinner." Mary Alice frowned. "You're staying over the holidays?" Romilda nodded.
"Duuh. How else am I going to avoid my psychopathic triplet brothers?" It was a rhetorical question. Both knew her three younger
brothers had just turned 4 and if the letters from home were any indication, with the new age had come a fascination for frogs
and insects and spiders. And putting said creepy-crawlies in beds and on pillows. No, thank you. Romilda was staying at Hogwarts
where it was safe. She shuddered at some of the stories that had been passed from the family to her by owl. "Well…" Mary Alice
looked at Romilda as though she was missing something obvious. "What?" Romilda snapped. "You could stay at my place!" Mary
Alice and Romilda broke into grins. "Sweet! I have to check with my mum, though. Thanks!" Mary Alice made a seated curtsy. They
both turned back to giggling and gossipping about this and that and Harry and Seamus, and their classmates, and Harry, and
what Hermione's chances of ending up with Harry were, and whether Seamus would be best man for Harry and Romilda's
wedding. Neither noticed the slamming of books and angry stomping of a beautiful girl with long red hair and freckles stomping
from the library.
