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I. Was. Furious. Last night's welcome back feast had been delicious and I had never been more eager to start another year at Hogwarts, the best school in the wizarding world. That all had changed when I woke up bright and early, fresh from a food induced coma.
After I had donned my respectable school uniform, my friend Alice and I descended the stairwell.
About halfway down the staircase I heard a familiar voice shout "Vic!" and saw my little 1st year brother Louis running towards me. Before I could tell him to stop I felt the sturdy steps become a smooth and slippery slide underneath me. I flailed my arms desperately trying to grab hold of the rails as I came crashing into my tiny brother. A dull thud told me Alice had just come to a halt beside me.
"Louis!" I half groaned-half scolded. "Boys aren't allowed up on the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory."
"I'm sorry Vic but I really need your help!" Louis replied sheepishly. He was rubbing his shoulder and giving me one of those heartbreaking sad puppy looks.
"Ohh, it's ok. So what is it you need my help with?"
"Well . . . . . a-second-year-named-Eddie-Creevey-challenged-me-to-a-wizard's-duel-and-I-don't-know-any-spells!" Louis said this all very fast getting more and more distraught so that his face turned a bright scarlet red.
I looked at my disheveled brother with a bruised shoulder and worried demeanor and decided that no way was I going to allow him to duel anyone at all until Aunt Ginny at least taught him the Bat-Bogey hex.
"Louis," I reassured him in a soothing voice. "There is no way I am going to allow you to duel this Creevey bloke."
"But, Vic-"
"No buts. Now come with me and Alice so you can eat some breakfast before your classes start."
Louis marched away muttering mutinously about breakfast and duels. I caught Alice's eye and we grinned and started laughing until our bruised and battered sides hurt. As we entered the Great Hall students were chatting excitedly to friends about classes. I hurriedly loaded my plate with buttered toast and marmalade as I poured some pumpkin juice into a glass.
"Um, excuse me? Hi Victoire, my name is Jason Harrison and I was wondering . . ." I didn't catch the last part of his sentence as I turned my astonished face towards the heavenly hallucination in front of me.
Jason Harrison was a sixth year Ravenclaw and Hogwart's teen heartthrob. He had brooding grey eyes, curly brown hair, and a full tan face. He was Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and he played chaser. This meant he was very "fit" as some people like to say.
"Oh hi, Jason!" I beamed at him. But my radiant smile turned to one of horror as I felt something cold trickling down my shirt. All too late I realized I hadn't been pouring my pumpkin juice into a cup. After taking in my soaked persona, Jason's eyes widened and he bid me a quick goodbye and practically ran to the Ravenclaw table.
I was seething as I buried my crimson face in my hands. Alice gave me a pitying look as she patted me on the back.
"You got a little something on your shirt." Came a light joking voice next to me.
I slowly raised my head to see an amused Teddy Lupin sliding next to me and reaching for a piece of toast. On my plate. I gave him a death glare that left a burn mark on the table. He took a deliberately slow bite, and chewed and swallowed it with the same exaggerated pace while staring intently at me with chocolate brown eyes. It seemed like the Great Hall had gone silent as he shook his spiky turquoise hair out of his eyes. And then the bloody git smirked.
Oh, man. I. Was. Furious.