Thea liked the new chick. She was snarky, savvy, apparently travelled a lot, and had a funny quirk to her. The only downside was Auggie's ogling. Initially Thea thought he had taken immediate fancy to the new bird, which was ace in Thea's books, the barmpot desperately needed a bonk, especially after his last year's aggro with that blonde from Slytherin, but soon Thea realised it was the ginger's Dad Auggie was after. Apparently, and Thea had little interest in the game, Leary was the Seeker in Kenmar Kestrels, which according to Auggie was "brill" and "ace," and in Thea's humble opinion "bloody dull." Apparently the bird thought so too, because once Auggie started bombarding her with questions, she shrank on her seat and her cute little face became aloof.
"OK, shut your gob, Anderson," Thea aimed for commanding tone, and the bloke froze with his mouth half-open. Auggie was a totty, and a friend, and Thea gave him big eyes. Surely, there was a better use for the redhead's sexy red mouth than answering his endless questions about training, brooms and shite. "So, Leary, which house do you think you are going?"
The redhead twitched her nose, which looked very cute. She was ickle, and Thea really liked the skinniness, and the angular face, odd eyes, slanted, almost Asian. She had nice pins, extra long and shapely, but no tits. And the hair, the hair was rad. It was like a mop, the orangest of colours, and although the chick tried to make some sort of a bun, barmy springs of curls were sticking out in every possible direction. All and all, she was one of those birds that either you were barmy about, or you'd think she was a minger and a dotty titchy thing. Something told Thea that Auggie belonged to the first category.
"I don't know. My Da got me the book on the history of Hogwarts, and I looked it through. I'd think probably Ravenclaw," the ginger's voice was nonchalant and slightly haughty, but Thea was not daft. Smart or not, and apparently she considered herself such, the chick was nervous. And again they were apparently the first to talk to her, and it would be a pity to give her up to those boffins.
"And where did you study before?" Baggins finally dove out of a giant volume he was reading. Seriously, Thea loved Bilbo, but sometimes she doubted the Hat's choice. One wouldn't call him a wimp but, blimey, the kid liked to study! Auggie would sometimes take a piss, stare at Bilbo and pretend to fail to quite place Bilbo's face claiming it had been covered by a book for too long.
"I was home schooled. My stepmother taught me, and I had private teachers." The redhead leaned back on the seat. She had a nice worldly tude around her, she obviously had seen more in her life than Thea could ever hope for. She also had such sterling accessories! Thea couldn't tear her eyes off the redhead's right wrist. There was watch there, and Thea knew little about posh stuff, but this looked bloody expensive. But it was paired with a whole bunch of boho bracelets, the chick's nails were black, and something told Thea that the modest au naturel look the chick was faring now wasn't quite her usual deal.
"You could still fraternise with us if you are in Ravenclaw, we are no Slytherin," Auggie gave the chick one of his hundred watt grins. Thea internally applauded. The redhead, despite her relaxed pose and slightly bored grimace, was quite obviously bricking it, and Auggie was hitting the spot. Comfort the chick, show her warmth, she'd open up to you. Auggie was no wolf either, he had feelings, which was a vomit inducer in Thea's books, but despite the hipster sweater and fancy boots with brill lacing going all the way up her calf the redhead was quite obviously… well, a prude. Thea mentally rubbed her hands in anticipation, these two would be her project this year. She herself weren't looking for such calamity as a boyfriend but she bloody adored when someone would hook up through her soft but firm guidance.
They kept on talking till the train arrived to school, with a small break for when they had to change into their robes. The red didn't have any, and she looked quite uncomfortable. Thea shoved her elbow into Auggie's side and pointed at the ginger with her eyes. The boy didn't need to be told twice.
He leaned in to the chick and softly bumped his body into hers. "You'll love it in Hogwarts, Leary. The first week will be over, and you'll be ace." Leary looked up at him from under her lashes, which were rather nice actually, with a bit of mascara they'd look even better, and Auggie got a small smile from her.
Thea gave them couple weeks or so, and then snogfest!
The Start-of-Term Feast was at bloom, and Thea punched Anderson's shoulder.
"Would you cut it down already? You are so sour my food seems to be going bad right on my plate!" The bloke made a funny face at her. Auggie was a sunshine, and a full package, the Captain of the Quidditch team, best in the Charms in their year, fit and smart, and a photographer. He also wasn't stuck up and was a good mate. Thea hated to see him so gutted. She guessed she had underestimated the effect the redhead had on him on the train.
Wren Leary was sitting at the Ravenclaw table. After arriving to school she was taken to the Headmaster's tower, after all they couldn't make her go through the Sorting Ceremony with the wee ones, and now she was wearing her new uniform, blue and bronze looked good on her. She was chatting with Elrond Rivendell, the Ravenclaw prefect and the biggest smart arse of them all, perhaps only a wee bit better than their star, Thranduil Mirkwood. Thea had a wee bit of thing for the tall blonde, probably something to do with his exceptionally long legs and small shapely arse, Thea preferred boys of a beanstalk build for no particular reason. Currently he was sitting on the other side from Leary, and all three of them were chin wagging.
After the Sorting Ceremony the Headmaster got up for a short speech. Thea liked Thrain Durinson, he was liberal and fair. With him replacing Minerva McGonagall, who decided to go back to teaching three years ago, muggle borns like Thea herself seemed to feel even better in the school. Altogether they said the school used to be much worse before McGonagall, these days there were muggle borns even among Slytherin students. Take for example Bifur, Bombur and Bofur, the Triple B as Thea called them. In the olden days they would have no place at the green and silver table, to say nothing of being the friends of the golden boy of the snake house. Thea wrinkled her nose.
The current Headmaster had only one flaw, and that would be his offspring. He was currently whispering something in the ear of his right hand thug, Dwalin Fundinson, and Thea realised Durinson's cold blue eyes were glued to the Leary chick. Thea smirked darkly. Tough tits, wanker, no way in hell she'd even look at him. Thea specifically remembered during the train ride the Leary girl to say something about "posh wankers with a stick up their jacksies." Even his fit arse and dreamboat profile and, let's face it, amazing hair were not going to help the privileged prick to chat up the redhead.
He was surrounded by his clique, the hench Fundinson, the Triple B, Nori and Dori, brothers from the North, and Gloin, the biggest prick of them all, an offspring of the family that still held on to the whole pureblood thing. Well, they don't make them more pure blooded than Durinson. His father the Headmaster, his grandfather was in the Ministry, they all had tall and beautiful blonde second wives and personal chauffeurs. Last year Thea was invited to one of those wild knee-ups Durinson was allowed to throw in his father's mansion, it was around Christmas time. For Christmas Durinson got a new Jag, he was apparently fascinated by muggle technology which he announced when the shiny new car was uncovered, and Thea imagined toppling the punch bowl on his head. Her parents had an old Honda Jazz. That evening she thankfully wasn't his main target, he was engaged chatting up that daft cow from Hufflepuff, and of course succeeded. A week after she was seen with red eyes, crying her face out over him completely ignoring her. Thea tried to feel sorry for her but couldn't. Why would anyone even go for it? Thea was all for a great shag and no obligations but boffing Durinson was like taking a piss in the middle of Piccadilly Circus. There would be too many other people around to look and to judge, and Merlin knew what lurgy you might catch. No, thank you, whatever sort of magic his pecker possessed, it was not worth it.
"Listen, Anderson, you can still manage it. I mean if she is up for it of course. There are always weekends in Hogsmeade, and she can ogle you during Quidditch and boast to her new girlfriends what a totty you are," Thea pressed her hands to the chest and battered her lashes in an imitation of sweet young love. That earned her a loud laughter from Anderson. Auggie was easy, and light, and warm, always with a smile, always a cheek.
"Well, my darling, you do remember last year, don't you? How lovely and invigorating my relationships with a girl from another House were and how gracefully they came to their conclusion?"
"She was from Slytherin," Thea hissed in theatrical whisper, "This time you'll be copping off with an eccentric know-it-all as opposed to an overambitious cold hearted bitch, might go a wee bit better." Auggie snorted and almost spat his drink.
"Thea, you'll be the death of me. Why is the physicality of it is the first thing that you think of?" Auggie faked uptight indignation, and Thea chuckled.
"Because we are seventeen, and it's all we think about. Confess, when you look at her, what's the first thing you think of?" Auggie threw a glance to the redhead, who according to all rules of teen comedy was currently eating a chocolate eclair, her little pink tongue licking the cream from her little fingers. Auggie emitted a theatrical groan and dropped his head on the table with a loud thud. "Tell me, Auggie," Thea continued in a sweet voice, "Tell me you are thinking of walking with her on the beach, holding hands and discussing Kafka."
"No..." Anderson's voice was muffled. "No, I'm not." Thea smirked. "I am imagining meeting her dad."
"Oh you!" Thea smacked him to the back of the head and heard him snorteling into his folded arm. "And if I were you I'd hurry up, look how Durinson is ogling her like she is a treacle tart."
Auggie's curly chestnut head whipped up, and he stared at the Slytherin table. Thea couldn't have chosen a better moment. Durinson was holding a cup to his lips, while his eyes were pretty much undressing the Leary chick, who was done with her eclair, and was laughing at something Rivendell was telling her. Her small hand lay on his shoulder, he looked endlessly pleased, and both Anderson and Durinson glared at the Ravenclaw prefect with Avada Kedavra written in their eyes.
"Oh I don't need it this year," Auggie groaned and dropped his head on the table again, "We have N.E.W.T.s, and if I'm lucky that internship of mine will go through..."
"Are you still hoping for Daily Prophet to accept you next year?" Auggie hummed confirming and slightly turned his head. He had lovely eyes, like chocolate truffles, thick black lashes, and Thea smiled to him widely and ruffled his silky waves.
"They will take you, no one has a sharper quill than you." He sat up and quickly kissed her cheek.
"What would I do without you, Thea, my love?"
"Not the foggiest. But I'll tell you what you are going to do since you have me. You are going to man up and save that red bird there from dirty sticky hands of the school stud. She doesn't know yet who's who in here. Look, she is all chummy with those poncy pricks, the next thing we'll see is her on Durinson's lap. Common, get her some Charm Chocs in Honeydukes, treat her to butterbeer, and a nice long walk to the Shrieking Shack, and she is all yours. Remember, she is the ultimate new girl, you can't go too corny with her even if you tried."
Auggie gave her a wide smile, and Thea patted his shoulder. The game was on.