"What is going on with you?"
"What is what?"
The brunette fifth year let out a small groan of frustration and aimed a swat at the blonde. "Oh, don't be so dense, Victoire. You're top of our year; it's not in your nature!"
Victoire looked up from her messy trunk in which she was riffling around for her DADA book, arched an eyebrow, and held back a smirk at her friend's demands for information of which Victoire was clueless. "Well, if you must know, I did eat the last of the treacle tart my mother sent me, and I'm feeling a little bloated."
Another groan of frustration, this time accompanied by a roll of the eyes. "Merlin, you're infuriating. Not that, Victoire. Come on, you cannot—I mean cannot—withhold information like this from your roommates. We have to know if we're going to be stalked and pumped for the insights to the life of the great Victoire Weaslsey!"
"Like you're doing to me, you mean?" She pulled the luminous blonde hair from her eyes and stood to see her two other roommates sitting on their beds, watching timidly. "For Godric's sake, ladies. I have idea what you are going on about."
"You and Teddy Lupin, of course!"
"Of course?" Victoire repeated hollowly. "Why are Teddy and I school-wide news? Everything is just as it has always been."
The brunette snorted. "Oh, please. You're telling us that your late night prefect patrols together are completely innocent? And you following him around at Quidditch matches, it's pathetic. And what was that when you threw yourself at him at the Victory Party for the match against Slytherin? I mean, Merlin, Victoire! He told Keely Blake and her minions that you two would be getting married! So I'll let you answer again; what is going on with you?"
Victoire blinked. "I guess I'm picking out a china pattern."
