Elsa watched as Astrid whispered excitedly to Merida. The blonde Slytherin pureblood felt like she couldn't breathe, it hurt so much. Astrid was a Gryffindor, Elsa was a Slytherin. Astrid was brave, loud, and confident. Elsa was shy, reserved, and could get very nervous. And, as if they couldn't be more different, the beautiful Gryffindor was in year five, a year younger than Elsa, and muggle-born.

Yet Elsa couldn't help it. Astrid was so strong, friendly, not to mention beautiful. But she had a boyfriend, a Ravenclaw, named Hiccup. They had started dating two weeks ago.

Elsa hadn't told anyone about her crush, no one except her sister Anna, a third year in Hufflepuff. Anna had been completely supportive of her older sister, and Elsa was grateful, but it was very hard to see Astrid across the Great Hall every day at breakfast, laughing with her circle of Gryffindor friends. Her group usually consisted of Merida, a fiery Scot with curly red hair to match, Mulan, a transfer student from China, and Tiana, a dark-skinned girl who spent a lot of her free time whipping up delicious potions.

A couple days ago, Elsa had worked up the courage to go and talk to Astrid. Boy, had that plan failed. It had been a Saturday, so no one had had to wear their uniforms. Elsa had put on her prettiest blue dress, had asked her best friend Jasmine to braid her hair, and had gone downstairs early.

She had spotted Astrid sitting alone at Gryffindor table, studying her Transfiguration book, getting in some study time before her friends came along. Perfect, Elsa had thought. Transfiguration was her strong point. She had begun to walk over, but had tripped and fallen over. She had heard a few sniggers from the Gryffindors, and had felt her face burning in shame. But then Astrid had said, "C'mon guys, grow up," and had helped Elsa to her feet.

Elsa sighed now. Astrid had been so kind, had even complimented Elsa's hair. But Elsa was just another student. Astrid glanced up, and caught Elsa staring. The Slytherin quickly glanced away. When she looked back Astrid was talking with her friends again. Jasmine slid in next to Elsa.

"Rough night," she groaned, rubbing her eyes.

"I noticed you didn't get up to the dorm 'till late," noted Elsa. "What were you doing?"

"Aladdin was helping me to practice charms."

"Mm hm." Elsa raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I'm sure he was."

Jasmine laughed. "Really! I've still got an ear that makes me hear like a bat. Watch, I'll show you. That Ravenclaw over there," she pointed to a tall guy, "is asking that Hufflepuff girl out."

As Elsa watched, the Hufflepuff smiled and nodded enthusiastically, her outrageously long golden hair twitching with every movement she made.

"And that couple over there," Jasmine pointed at Astrid and Hiccup, who were now sitting together, "are breaking up."

"What?" Elsa almost shouted. She wondered if Jasmine was just pulling another prank.

"Don't worry, they're both taking it well. She says that she doesn't think it's working out, and he's agreeing, saying he feels the same way, and respects her too much to pretend otherwise, blah blah blah."

Elsa could hardly believe what she was hearing. "Are you sure?" She asked, sounding strangled.

"Positively." Jasmine put her hand over Elsa's. "You know, you've got a friend in me. You can tell me anything."

Elsa desperately wanted to tell her best friend, and looking at Jasmine's face, Elsa knew she could trust her. "I like someone," she began slowly. Jasmine nodded like she had already known. "I like… a girl."

Jasmine leaned forward. "Is it Astrid?" She asked in a low voice.

Elsa was shocked. "How did you know?"

Jasmine laughed. "It doesn't take a Ravenclaw to figure out why you stare at her."

"Do you think she knows?"

"It doesn't matter unless you act on your feelings!" Jasmine stated.