[Lorna's POV

I saw the silliest red-haired boy run into the Great Hall today. Honestly, he was a mess. But cute. His red hair was totally a point towards him, gods, and red hair makes anyone look sexier than they already are. Not to mention that he's tall. Tall guys are the best, you so cannot fight it. Anyways, he ran in about five minutes before the food starts to disappear back to the kitchens, and I was pretty much the only one there who still had food in the vicinity, so he ran towards me waving his arms like, well, an orange monkey.

He almost tripped, and I laughed. Not at him, but more at the fact that he tripped for food. Good man, good man. I could tell we were going to get along. He sat down across from me and held his hand out, scanning the food plates at the same time. "I'm Ron. Ronald Weasley." He said hurriedly. "I'm Lorna Weeks. But you can call me Lor. The sausages are really good today." I said, not really needing to, because he had already stuffed them in his mouth like there was no tomorrow.

"WoihmmphthItheenuafor?" he asked, spewing food all over the table. I made a face. He swallowed painfully, and said with an apologetic face, "Why haven't I seen you before?" I smiled, but I was kinda sad inside; so even if he didn't know who I was, he hadn't even seen me before. Great.

"I don't know. I guess I was like, invisible." I said, shrugging prettily, and stabbed my fork in my toast. I looked at his face closely, when he was too busy stuffing food in his mouth to notice. He had amazingly blue eyes; those matched with my blue. And he had a nice narrow nose; I come pretty close to having a nose fetish, guys with nice noses turn me on, like a lot; I don't know if my nose was bigger than his, but I don't think it mattered. I swear to god I have a large nose, even if Maddie says I don't, but that's where good friends come in, right? He also had freckles; those were debatable, I don't know if they go with my complexion, which was pretty fair. Not that I would like someone because we looked good together, it was just a plus. I think personality compatibility was better; even if that sounded cheesy.

I guess I spaced out, because the next thing I knew he was waving his hand in front of my face. I shook my head, and said sorry.

"I do that a lot. Its really annoying." I said. "I have a lot on my mind, and its just...argh. I got to go. By, er, Ronald." I said and walked away, pretty sure I heard him sigh, and say "Its Ron". I flipped my black hair for him, and walked out.

[Ron's POV

She was pretty, whoever she was. I think her name was like, Lorrie, or something. I shrugged; it was kinda odd for me to think of pretty girls when Harry had been on my mind, for about, ever. Crap, Snape gave us an essay that was due on Monday, and the old git made it a foot long. How much can you possibly write about bubotuber pus anyways? It's repulsive, and you can't eat it; so it's basically useless.

I walked away from my plate, and headed towards the library, hoping that maybe either that Harry would be in there, or Hermione. I'd be glad for Harry, because, he was Harry, but I also needed Hermione for 'help' (or more like borrowing) her Bubotuber Pus essay.

Lucky me, neither of them was there. I sat down with a heavy sigh and took out my quill. I bit the end of it, and got feathers in my mouth. I spluttered, as I spit them out; the librarian gave me a nasty glare. I rolled my eyes, after seven years here I didn't really care that I was spitting in the library.

I sat there, pretty bored, for about an hour or so (not like I had anything better to do), and wrote maybe like...two sentences. I heard a rustling in the corner, and a couple books fell from their places on the shelves. There was no one there, and I smiled; there was a chance that 'nobody' was Harry. I heard 'nobody's' feet slide across the floor, and thump into the chair next to mine. I looked around, and nobody was around; I always chose the far corner to sit in, where nobody went. I heard Harry's voice speak up.

"What's up Ron?" he whispered.

"Er...doing my essay? I think. Anyways, why are you under the cloak?"

"I don't really know. It seemed like a fun thing to do, but I'm getting bloody bored."

"Yeah, I would get bored too Harry. Where's Gin?" I asked, almost getting to a growl when I whispered my sister's name. Apparently Harry noticed too.

"Whoa, what happened to you? She's...supposed to come around...soon. I'd say like in 10 minutes."

"Oh, sorry, I bit my tongue." I inwardly grimaced, what a dumb reason...for anything. "Oh, well if Ginny's coming, then I better leave. Leave you two alone." I said, nudging Harry in the ribs. I collected my stuff, albeit a little messily, and half stomped, half ran out.

I laughed halfheartedly at the idiotic way I had left the library. I will admit it though, I did want to see Harry on my own without any interference, but nooooo...Ginny had to come along. I saw Hermione down the hall, carrying a bunch of books, and staggering a bit, so I ran over to help her.

"Hermione, you'd think, after seven whole years, that carrying all these books was not going to work." I said with a laugh, as she tipped some of her books into my outreached arms.

"Thanks Ron, really. I don't' know what I'd do without you." She said without blushing. It seemed to me that she had gotten over her crush of me, and I was relieved. How could I turn down one of my best friends, when I really liked another one? Hermione did to me, what I did to the girl I sat with during breakfast with; she waved her arm in front of my face.

"Earth to Ron...Earth to Ron? Has Won Won gone bye-bye?" she said laughing.

"No, I'm still here" I said, trying to muster up some of my lost dignity. We walked back to the common room, hands full of books, and laughing our heads off at nothing in particular.

[Maddie's POV

My paper was filled with orange lines, blots and enumerable swirls that would eventually make a picture. I loved the musky smell of the paint, and how sometimes when it would rub on my fingers, I would use it as finger-paint and draw on my robes. I have gotten so many detentions from that. I looked at my shoes, and laughed to see that the reddish orange colour hadn't really made a difference on my Orange Camel shoes. I sighed, picking up a blob of red paint, and spattering it onto the canvas. I heard a rustling behind me, but I dismissed it, not wanting to be out of my renewed painting fervor. I get like this sometimes when I start to paint, I just can't stop. Unless the noise was George, but chances of that would be like...zero.

I finished my painting, but I didn't really know what it was. Not that it was just a blur of red and orange paint, but I couldn't say what it was yet. I walked back to the Slytherin Common room, laughing at how ironic everything was. I wasn't Voldy or anything, but I wasn't Mother Teresa either. I was placed in Slytherin, but I don't know how; it was really the place I belonged in most, out of all the Houses.

I muttered the password, and the Common Room passageway opened. I looked around and ran up the stairs to my dormitory. I didn't know what to do with the picture, but I got an idea; If I sent the package to my mum, but shrunken, she could cast an enlarging spell, and take it to the Art Gallery where I worked. It was perfect. I would save it for a rainy day to do it though, cause I needed to find Lorna to ask her a question.

I bolted down the stairs, and looked at a grand looking clock and it said 5:30. Great. I was supposed to have met her about two hours ago. I found her in the Room of Requirement, fiddling with a computer; she was always on them, not to say that I wasn't though. I closed the door with bang, and she jumped, turning around.

"Wow you're..."she looked at the time on the computer, "...2 hours late. Not bad, you beat last week's record by and hour and a half." I gave her a halfhearted dirty look. She laughed. I decided to change the subject.

"Are Fred and George back?" I asked attentively. I did not want to miss this.

"Yeah!" she said, jumping in her seat, now happy. "Apparently, their mother wanted them to come back and graduate. What a laugh." She said, starting to uncontrollably laugh.

"Yeah...what a laugh..." I agreed. Even if I agreed for completely different reasons than laughter.

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