In reply to Qoheleth: It could be a guy's name but I prefer to think of names as gender fluid. There are many names that go to both men and women. Why can't Lev be one too? It has nothing particularly masculine about it. I felt it went well with the character I am trying to create. Thanks for the question though! I love answering anything about my stories. And thank you to RowenaRavenclaw14 for the other review that I received.

Dear mother,

I am extremely nervous for the first committee meeting. I wish I had been raised to go to things like this all the time. I couldn't convince Olive and Lev to sign up with me. I have no idea who else will be there, hopefully some other Ravenclaws. I'm not even sure why I signed up. I guess I just wanted to do something productive, something organizational, something that would make you proud. Have fun with the cabinet!

With love,

Florence

Florence was slowly walking toward the smaller hall which the students used for clubs and such. The thought of this first committee meeting intimidated Florence to no end. What if she had to speak, introduce herself or something? What if she had to provide creative ideas? Why did she think she would be good at something like this? She cursed Olive and Lev for not enduring this with her. When she entered the hall, the chairs were arranged in a circle. Florence groaned, she was definitely going to have to introduce herself or something. It was going to be humiliating. There were only five students here so far. She sat in a spot that had empty seats on both sides, forcing someone else to have to choose to sit next to her.

She pretended to be very interested in her fingernails for five minutes before she felt someone sit down next to her. Florence looked up to find Scorpius Malfoy greeting her with a smile. "Florence, good to see you," he said with a nod.

Florence barely had her wits about her enough to smile back and reply, "I'm surprised to see you here, Scorpius."

"Why's that?" he was still smiling at her. Did he always smile this much?

"Well surely quiditch takes up most of your time?"

"Not really. I'm not the captain, so I don't have all that extra work, and our captain is a lazy sod, so he doesn't over assign practices."

"Isn't your captain Albus Potter?" Florence asked with a confused look on her face.

"Precisely," he answered with an even bigger grin. Florence couldn't help it; she snorted. She had been trying to hold back her lame giggle, but it all came out with an obnoxious snort.

"I'm sorry," she said feeling rather embarrassed.

"About what?" Scorpius asked, still with that charming smile.

Before Florence could embarrass herself anymore, the head of the committee stood up and asked them all to quiet down. Two hours later, Florence had been assigned to the music of the entire event. She would have to find appropriate songs for the entrances, the dinner parties, the speeches, and the ball itself. However, her music taste was the one perfect thing about Florence. She was ecstatic that this duty had been assigned to her. There was a group of six that was in charge of the decorations. Two were assigned the duty of communicating with the house elves about food choices. And Scorpius was given the task of deciding proper attire for each part of the weeklong event and communicating with the Ministry and fellow people at Hogwarts what they would be required to wear at each stage. Lastly, some poor Hufflepuff would be required to organize seating charts.

Just as Florence was exiting the hall, on her way to Ravenclaw tower, someone gently grabbed her forearm. It was Scorpius.

"Yes?" Florence asked sweetly.

"I was wondering if you could help me with my charms essay. You're quite good in the subject, and I can never manage to stay focused with Albus at my side."

"Oh, right. Sure! When were you thinking?"

"Tomorrow during lunch? You're welcome to come sit at the Slytherin table. That is, if you're not afraid of snakes." He flashed her yet another grin.

"I'm not," she answered.

"Well then, tomorrow it is?"

Florence felt her heart racing. "See you then," she managed and then hurried to her common room.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" Lev asked her just before bed.

"Definitely not Scorpius Malfoy," she said with a blush.

"OH MY MERLIN, did he kiss you or something?"

"No! It was barely anything. He asked me to sit with him at lunch tomorrow and help him with his charms essay. I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. Probably just using me for my Ravenclaw brains."

"Quit being so modest, Florence. You're hot and awesome. If Malfoy can't see that, he's blind. He probably just wants an excuse to get to know you better before he asks you on a real date."

"Maybe. I wonder why he didn't want to just meet in the library sometime. Why at the Slytherin table during lunch.

"Hmmm… That is a little weird. Maybe he thought it would be less awkward with lots of people around.

"What the hell, Scorpius! You've known for two years that I like her! What is your problem?!"

"Albus, quit throwing your little fit and listen to me. I did this so that you would have a chance to talk to her. I wasn't trying to have a go at her. If she sits with us at lunch, she will be right in between me and you. You'll be able to talk to her as much as you like."

"Or she'll think I'm a creep for continuing to interrupt her while she's trying to help you with homework."

"It won't seem that way. I'll make sure that we are all engaging in friendly conversation the entire time."

"And then you can just go chat her up yourself during your stupid organization committee," Albus sat down on his bed as he said this, a pouty look on his face.

Scorpius was utterly frustrated at his friend, "I'm not going to chat her up! For the love of Merlin, Albus, quit being such a prick. I brought you up in conversation several times tonight to try to get Florence thinking about you."

"Yeah, I'm sure your comments were rather flattering," Albus muttered sarcastically.

Scorpius hesitated for a moment, "Well they were in jest, but she got the message that I think you are a really stand up guy."

"Sure, Scorpius." Albus was quiet for a long moment and then he said, "Just promise me right now that you have no interest in her."

Scorpius felt the hesitation again, but he hoped that Albus didn't notice it. "I promise I have no interest in Florence Roberts."

Dearest daughter,

I hope the meeting went well. The cabinet was absolutely awful. Hopefully the next one won't be as bad. I'm rather busy, so I can't write much. Tell the headmistress I said hello, will you? Keep your chin up, my dear.

Mum