LaFontaine smiled as Laura stepped into the Gryffindor common room, silently muttering the password of "horse radish" to the Fat Lady. The room was adorned in red and gold, and a fire crackled in the center of the room. Laura edged closer to it, the warmth pouring itself into her body.
"So, how was dinner?" the redhead asked, their grey-blue eyes beaming at her. Perry was nestled next to them, her head tucked in the crook of their neck, red curls spilling down her back. Laura sighed, remembering the encounter with the Slytherin weirdo chick (a.k.a. Carmilla).
"It was fine. I 'talked' to that Slytherin girl," she said, voice mocking.
"I think she likes you," said LaFontaine, now grinning widely.
"Really? You think th-that Slytherin likes me?!" She spoke the word with a hiss, as though it was some sort of insult.
LaFontaine shrugged. "It's all in the eyes, man."
With a frustrated roll of her eyes Laura stalked up to the dorms, where she set down her things and flopped onto the bed. It was soft and warm, and she enveloped herself with the blankets, drifting off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
"Get up Laura, we're gonna be late for classes!" Laura was shaken awake by LaFontaine; her eyes were wide with fear.
"Geez, chill out," She groaned as she got out of bed, stretching her arms out in front of her. The dorm room beds were far too comfortable.
"I fetched you some breakfast," LaFontaine added as an afterthought. In their hands was a delicious-smelling plate piled high with bacon, eggs, and an assortment of different fruits and vegetables.
"Thanks, LaF," Laura thanked her graciously. "But you know I'm a pescetarian. I don't eat meat."
LaFontaine smirked. "I know. I got it for myself."
Laura laughed and quickly got dressed in the drab Hogwarts robes. After gobbling down her breakfast she tied her honey-colored hair in a simple ponytail, grabbed her wand (dragon heartstring, if anyone was interested), and headed down the hundreds of stairs to the Potions classroom. The professor was quietly setting scales and other materials on the shelves when the class walked in. He looked up and smiled at the kids to introduce himself. "Good morning, students. My name is Horace Slughorn, and this is Potions class." LaFontaine grinned; their favorite class was Potions. They always found science in general very interesting (back when they went to muggle school, of course).
They spent the day learning about batwings, bezoars, and the magical properties of unicorn horns, how they work, and whatnot. Laura yawned loudly as the class finally ended and grabbed her books to go to her next class, Charms. The teacher, Professor Flitwick, a short, stout man with dark hair, welcomed the students as they walked in. As Laura stepped into the classroom, her chocolatey brown eyes immediately landed their gaze upon a tall, flame-haired girl in the corner. (Geez, what's with all these redheads?) The girl noticed Laura staring at her and gave a smile, coming over to talk to her. Laura jumped out of her reverie when she noticed the girl walking towards her and, in the process, knocking all her books on the floor. "Shoot!" Laura yelled out, an irritated look on her face.
The redhead bent down to grab Laura's books, and gave another smile as she thanked her. "Er, thanks. That was pretty embarrassing."
"No prob! Anytime," the redhead said, patting her on the head affectionately. Laura blushed and turned around as the professor began talking.
"Good evening students, and welcome to CHARMS!" He yelled out the word randomly, causing a few students to squeak and jump backwards. "I'm professor Flitwick, and this is my T.A., Danny Lawrence." Flitwick nodded to the redhead, and she smiled, nearing the front go the classroom. Laura silently repeated the name to get it in her head.
"First of all, we're going to learn a few advanced spells which you probably touched on a bit in your sixth year. Danny, could you hand out those cups?" Danny nodded and picked up a box containing old, rusty cups and walked around the classroom to hand them out.
As the teacher's assistant reached her hand out to place a cup on Laura's table, their hands bumped together and Laura squeaked, her cheeks red. "Sorry!"
Danny just laughed. "It's okay." She retreated back to her position besides Flitwick and the students waited patiently for their next instructions. After the class was over Laura summed up enough courage to ask Danny for her number.
Hesitantly she neared the redhead, who was nearly three times as tall as her. "U-uh, hey, Danny," Laura began, stuttering on the words. Danny, however, didn't seem to notice.
"Hey, Laura!" Danny said with a grin while setting some scales back on the counter. "Do you need anything?"
"U-um, can I—" but her voice cracked before she could finish the sentence. "Never mind," she whispered breathlessly. She bolted out of the room before she could embarrass herself even further. Danny smiled as she watched her leave.
Laura looked at her watch, which read 12:00– it was almost time for lunch. She grabbed her things and rushed to the Great Hall, meeting Perry and LaFontaine on the way. "Looks like someone has a little crush," they smirked at Laura. The brunette blushed, but didn't say anything else.
When the trio sat down at the Gryffindor table, Laura saw Danny sit down at the other end. She gave Laura little wave and smiled, then returned to picking at her food. Laura looked away, her cheeks hot; she was shocked when she came face to face with…Carmilla.
Laura gave a startled jump as she realized who was in front of her. "Wh-what are you doing here?!" she spluttered angrily, remembering the other night.
"Calm down, cupcake," Carmilla cooed softly, twisting a golden lock of Laura's hair around her thin finger. She smiled, clearly enjoying Laura's surprise. Laura looked desperately at LaF, who simply shrugged with a what can I do? expression on their face. Carmilla leaned in closer, and–
At this moment, Danny noticed what Carmilla was trying to do. She strode over to Laura's end of the table, red hair flying around her, and angrily scolded the Slytherin. "School rules state that a student may not visit a member of another house during lunch or dinner," she said in a huff. "Return to your seat, Slytherin."
Carmilla simply laughed at her outburst and placed her hands on her hips. "Whatever you say. By the way, you're girlfriend is really cute," she said, staring suggestively at the brunette, who blushed madly in turn.
"She's not my girlf–"
She was cut off by Carmilla leaning in to whisper seductively in her ear, her warm breath brushing Laura's skin. "She better not be." As she finished that statement, she stalked back off to the Slytherin table, dark hair whipping around her.
Danny growled. "The nerve of that girl." As Danny returned to her friends, Laura wondered if she could be any redder than she was by now. When she touched her ear, she swore she could feel traces of Carmilla's breath there.