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Chapter 2

Merlin, girls are so ridiculous. You would think that they were being chased by Lethifolds by the way they scamper around. But I doubt they would be wearing skimpy outfits just for a Lethifold. Love is in the air and it smells gross.

The guys are just as pathetic, too. They whine about dancing, but probably can't wait to put their arms around a living, breathing girl without McGonagall telling them off for unsuitable conduct. Let our hair down, my arse! She will keep every luscious lock pinned flat to her head!

Dumbledore has been cheery lately. Every time he passes a small group of boys nervously glancing in the direction of a giggling flock of girls he gets a twinkle in his eyes. I thought he was crying at first, but it was just the soft shine of his spectacles.

Granger was as brown as ever. She seemed to disapprove those flocks of girls as if they were beneath her. I don't argue with her on that, but she was doing the self-righteous, "I am so much more clever than you, therefore I must be a god," thing.

"Werewolves are not beasts," she complained to anyone who would listen, "and they do not deserve to be treated that way! They shouldn't even be in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them !" She waved the book in Ron's face dangerously.

"Err, yeah," said Ron, staring after Fleur Delacour as she tossed her silvery hair.

"I can't believe that witches and wizards can persecute someone like that! They are humans! They just have... a condition."

"Hermione, we KNOW," said Harry patiently. His hair ruffled slightly in the breeze. After that impressive bit of flying with the Horntail, Harry was getting quite a few admirers. They all huddled into groups, sometimes throwing Hermione furious looks, which she either ignored or didn't notice. "Lupin was a great teacher." He gazed out across the Black Lake. I followed his line of vision.

The afternoon sun reflected on the water, sending molten sparks dancing across the surface with every ripple in the water, which alerted me to the presence of what I thought, was probably the giant squid. A few Slytherins skipped rocks across the lake, toward the giant squid. They laughed and jeered at each other, cheering when someone came close to it. The dark shape beneath slipped away.

"And the Merpeople, too!" cried Hermione in what she probably thought was a passionate tone.

I resisted the urge to snap, "Yeah, but they CHOSE the beast status on their own!" She should have read that in one of her precious books.

"Hmm?" Ron was still watching Fleur with a dazed, dreamy look on his face, though his mouth tightened slightly and eyes seemed to narrow. Maybe it was just the sun in his eyes.

"Ron!" Hermione was alerted by the tone in his voice. "You haven't been listening at all," she accused.

"Humph." She hadn't quite managed to get his attention. He was still glaring across at Fleur. I wondered why.

"Boys," muttered Hermione under her breath.

I followed Ron's line of vision and saw that Fleur had joined someone. His hair was a blond color, a few shades darker than Fleur's and it was ruffled messily. His nose was long and proud; chin stubborn, mouth soft and the most scrumptious shade of pink I had ever seen. Ah, my new favorite color. I didn't seem to remember that my favorite color had been dark purple up until a minute ago.

His brows were level and dark, which accented his bright green eyes well. They were framed with thick, dark lashes. I could imagine them lightly brushing my cheek, tickling. There was a playful manner in the way he studied Fleur, sort of as if he wasn't really considering her, but as if he was almost mocking her. Though his eyes were wide with innocence, he was probably about as innocent as a Niffler. Cute and gentle, but destructive when searching for shiny objects.

He was talking to the most gorgeous witch in Europe. I watched as her silvery-blonde hair billowed in the wind. She deftly caught it all up in an elaborate icy blue scarf. Every strand was perfectly in place.

HOW DOES SHE DO THAT? SHE CAN'T BE HUMAN! I groaned quietly to myself as she turned her dazzling smile on her helpless prey

Amazingly, he didn't even drool. He just glanced at her coolly.

His eyes looked away from her and met mine. It was a strange shock for me. How could he see me when no one else could? Ah. It was the Beauxbatons boy who had been talking to that Ravenclaw about me.

His playful eyes met my slightly annoyed ones. His mouth twitched slightly, but he turned back to Fleur.

I let out a soft sigh of relief and quickly moved behind a crowd of other Hufflepuff girls who were shamelessly ogling Cedric Diggory. I almost rolled my eyes, but that would take away from my helpful Eloise Midgen cover.

I slipped past the girls and sat down behind a pillar, clutching my knees to my chest.

This. Could. Not. Be. Happening.

"Hello," said a soft voice somewhere above my head.

Please R & R!

(I think I had too much fun comparing the guy to a Niffler… Hehe…)

And don't worry. Beauxbatons Boy is a fast runner…

-R