Ellison ran quickly down the corridors, trampling over students both young and old to get to the ancient Trolley Lady. In all fairness, she was more important than them, and clearly deserved to get sweets first.

Casper ran pell-mell after Ellison as she Godzilla'd her way over and through every man, woman and child on the way to the Trolley Lady. Well, mostly children. But still. It meant Casper had to jump over many fallen soldiers. Students. Whatever.

In Ellison's determination and haste, she crashed into what she at first believed to be the Trolley Lady, but which turned out to be none other than Mr. Scarface. Because they looked the same.

Casper gasped in mock-horror as Ellison knocked over the Golden Wonder Boy Who Lived himself. 'Man.. She must be really hungry!' He thought to himself. Ordinarily he wouldn't give a fig (and he didn't even like figs) about what happened to King Harry, but it was weird seeing someone who was meant to belch rainbows and the hopes of children being knocked over by a blonde Hufflepuff girls... The thought was gone as soon as he spied the pasties and sugar quills, however.

Eliison's face was beautifully close to Potter's face, and she relished the thought of it. Such power she had in her hands, or in her lips if she really fancied that. But really no, that would be awkward. Seriously, who would even do that? No, Ellison had learnt from the last time. Instead she pushed herself off of the Gryffindor and fixed her hair, before moving to join Caspar without a hint of an apology.

"Did you see that? Talk about clumsy, seriously. I don't know why they even let that kid on the Quidditch team."

Casper stared uncertainly at his friend. "Sure, I guess..." Didn't she just knock HIM down? Ah, well. Potter was an idiot to be sure. He glanced at the stricken boy, and was almost about to consider maybe offering a helping hand (or a mocking jibe instead), when a gorgeous, pale hand reached out and hauled Potter to his feat. Wondering if it might be the ginger kid that always shadowed Potter, like a shadow that was ginger, Casper looked over. It wasn't the redhead at all! It was Draco Malfoy!

"I know, and seriously like why would you ever even dare to – Helga on a stick it's Draco Malfoy omgomgomg Caspar hold me." Ellison swooned. That pale boy was as hot as that one day in Ireland a year when it was hot. Which is freaking hot. There was one thing which was hotter though, perhaps like wearing a cardigan on that day, and that was seeing him come to Potter's aid. The fool was a fool, clearly, but there was something about that lithe frame assisting his nemesis that made Ellison giddy.

"Don't you just think they would make the most adorable couple?" Oh, in the ideal world~

"An adorable couple?" Casper stared at the girl in disbelief, what on earth was she getting at? He turned to look at the two rivals. "Oh. I see."

And he DID see. He saw two boys that clashed in every way. Total opposites: Harry was lowly, with dark hair and vivid eyes, a Gryffindor with influence through something that happened by accident. Draco was soaring above everyone else, with pale hair and pale grey eyes, a Slytherin with influence through careful politicking. If they had a mind to it, their combined strengths would cancel out the individuals' short-comings... They would make a good couple. And a very attractive one at that...

Ellison's eyes had glazed over, as had Caspar's. It was as though the epiphany of all epiphanies came over the pair as they gazed longingly at the two star-struck lovers. Well, there were not star-struck yet, of course, but there was potential here. Oh boy was there potential. Even if Malfoy had just turned and stormed off down the corridor.

"I propose a plan," Ellison snapped out of her daze, and turned to face Caspar, her hair whipping him across his already tender cheek. "We do whatever it takes to get those two to hook up. What do you think?"

Casper nodded thoughtfully as his friend told him her plan. The two boys should be together, and it pained him to admit it because Malfoy was totally gorgeous...

"I agree! Come hell or high water, those two will smooch!" He held an imaginary beater's bat and shook it threateningly. "And FURTHERMORE! They'll like it!"

Ellison grinned a malicious grin and eyed up the Gryffindor boy. "Let's do this."