Challenge: Write about two characters, one of them being from my house

Characters: Roger Davies and Fleur Delacour

House: Ravenclaw


Fleur was standing next to him. Fleur Delacour, the most beautiful girl in the world, was standing next to him. How did I manage this? Roger's eyes slid over to her again. They were standing outside the Great Hall with the other champions, waiting to go in. Fleur was standing only a few inches from him, they were so close that their shoulders were just barely touching. Roger realized he was staring at her and he glanced away. Calm down, she's just a girl. Looking at his date again Roger felt a shiver run down his spine. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

"You're dress is like a cloud," he said suddenly. What? Did I just say that out loud? Fleur glanced at him coolly, raised her eyebrow and then looked away. Tell her that she looks wonderful, that she is amazing. Say something! He opened his mouth but the only thing that came out was an unintelligible squeak. Fleur tried to act like she hadn't heard, but he saw her roll her eyes.

Standing next to Fleur in complete silence was quickly becoming awkward and Roger wanted nothing more than to go into the Great Hall and sit down. He fidgeted with the cuff of his dress robes and then tugged at the collar. You're a bloody idiot, you realize that? He looked over at Fleur again. You're standing next to the most beautiful girl and you aren't saying a word. Roger furrowed his brow and stood up a little straighter. Everyone wishes they were in your shoes and you're messing it up!

Turning to face Fleur, Roger smiled widely. "Everyone is jealous of you, I mean me!" Idiot. "Because you're so pretty, I mean beautiful." I'm a bumbling fool. But Fleur smiled back at him and wrapped her hand around his arm. They followed Professor McGonagall, who was wearing an awful tartan robe, into the Great Hall. All eyes turned to the champions and their dates. I am the luckiest man alive.

Roger led Fleur to the head table and pulled out her chair. Watching her settle gracefully into her seat, he couldn't help but smile again. He took the seat next to Fleur and suddenly the time seemed to fly by. Roger couldn't recall what he had eaten. He didn't remember a single word Fleur had said. He wasn't even sure who was sitting on his other side. He did notice how daintily Fleur ate (like a little bird), how many times she flicked her hair over her shoulder (seven times), and how often she smiled up at him (quite often, in fact.)

Later, on the dance floor, Roger pulled Fleur close to him. Dancing was a relief; he didn't have to talk and he didn't have to make his brain and his mouth coordinate. He just had to hold the most beautiful girl in the world close, and that was an easy thing to do. They swayed gently to the slow music and Fleur rested her head on his shoulder. Roger smiled. All night I've been a complete bungler. I practiced what to say to her and I've said none of it. He pressed his hand against the smooth silk of Fleur's dress. Why can't I tell her the things I want to say? Why do I become an idiot around her? He looked down at Fleur's beautiful face. Oh yeah, that's why.