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Eric Jordan has inscrutable handwriting. Point blank, it's the most awful handwriting I've ever seen in my short life of sixteen years. It's worse than chicken scratch. I groan and toss another loose paper out of the leather trunk. Where are those Dumbledore forsaken notes?!

It's October 13th and I, well, I have the shivers. And a fever. And a massive headache. And a self-appointed task of learning Monday's potion lesson, and a sore throat, and also newfound knowledge regarding the fact that, if you insist on going night swimming in October, in Scotland, in a drafty castle, it isn't wise to run through stone hallways wearing nothing but water, an invisibility charm, and a bikini. No matter how cute and French said bikini is. No matter if it'd take you ten whole minutes, or so, longer to locate a robe. It's not a good idea. Example A: Me. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm wearing three sweaters, a hat, leggings and pajama bottoms, fingerless mittens, and two pairs of socks in the boys' dormitory attempting to decipher Eric Jordan's Potion notes. Turns out it was actually quite moronic, who woulda thunk it? Someti-wait! Yes! Score!

I proudly clutch four pieces of parchment filed under Recreational Potions and reluctantly stand from the plush red carpet when something catches my eye. Sticking out from under the left bedpost is…Sara? Well, a picture of Sara at least! I glance around the empty room with moot apprehension and then stride towards the photo. It's Sara laughing. Her Persian orange hair catches the sun and turns into a violent sandstorm as the sun and wind whip it around her face, at times obscuring her affable smile from view. The Black Lake is visible in the left hand corner and in the right Sara waves a clutched test tube. I remember when this was taken, it was last year! The Herbology project. Eric, Sara, and Maddy Selleck were studying the effects of eel grass on grindylows. I was in a group with Ryan Keller and Fred. Weasley that is. But fifth year projects aside, I smile, this photo?

Means that Eric Jordan likes Sara! …probably, hopefully! It does make sense. If I think about it, there are definitely tell-tale signs.

I sequel, "Eric likes Sara!"

Jumping from bed to bed, I rejoice. Eric likes Sara, Eric likes Sara, Eric likes Sar-wait. I suddenly sink onto the mattress I've just leaped to with an even bigger headache, and a thoguht: what about Albus? Sara already has Albus! I love Albus, I really do. Everybody loves Albus. He's just one of those guys; one of those really nice, super friendly, perfect guys. Too bad Sara is one of those girls; one of those really nice, super friendly, perfect girls. I mean, they do have faults. Sara especially. But for the most part, they're quite identical and, in my opinion, being the meddling friend that I am, Sara needs a boy that will challenge her. Albus and Sara are basically best friends that occasionally snog. I open my mouth to yawn, and sneeze instead. Ugh, maybe I'll just have a quick nap.

"I'll take one butterbeer," I smile at the Leaky Cauldron's bartender.

He frowns and says "Miss, I only serve Ravenclaws."

"I-I am a Ravenclaw," I argue. "Wit and wisdom, I ooze it!"

"Miss, if you're a Ravenclaw…well, then I'm a hypogriff!" He scoffs, "Why don't you try Florean's next door, and get yourself some nice ice cream."

"I don't like ice cream," I screech. Immediately the door opens, and the bar is flooded with light. A giant eagle soars into the room and claws at my face. I start running, its claws slashing my back. Shoving tables out of my way I dash for the quickly shutting door, six metres, two metres, almost there. Sweat pours from my neck and mixes with the blood on the floor, I push with my right hand to keep the door open and the eagle jabs its cutting beak into my wrist. Falling, I yell once more, "I just don't like ice cream!"

"Fagan, wake up!"

Groaning, I shake my head, only to push my cheek into drool. My drool, ew. I open my eyes, shit. I'm still in the boys' dorms.

"Shit."

Weasley grimaces, "Is that drool...on my pillow?"

I cock my head, "Your pillow?" Glancing around the bed, I rest my eyes on the table beside, and a picture of the Weasley-Delacour family on vacation. Right. His pillow. "Well, see-I..I didn't know it was your pillow. Or your bed!"

His eyebrows scrunch, temporarily ruining his Veela face. "How could you not know it was my bed? Look around! And what was with the screaming?" He puts on a mock-me voice, "'I don't like ice cream!' Only you could have a nightmare about ice cream."

"Hey! It wasn't just about ice cream," I defend myself. "Besides, why are you here? Don't you have class?"

Weasley smirks, "Cancelled. I actually just came to get my broom, I want to get some practice in before we squash your brother's team on Saturday."

Jerk. "I care because?"

Weasley rolls his eyes and prepares to retort when Eric waltzes in, I shove the picture of Sara into the blankets. Weasley catches the sudden movement, "Wha-"

"Eric!" I blurt, cutting Weasley off. "I borrowed your Potion notes."

Eric gives a start, "Dev…why are you in Louis' bed? Drooling?" He laughs, "You drool."

I scowl, "I know."

Louis grabs his broom, "When I get back my pillow better be drool free, and my bed better be Fagan free."

He slams the door. What a drama queen. I slid back into the covers, I think his bed is more comfortable than mine. That's not fair. Oh, idea!

"Hey, Errrric!" I smile beguilingly.

Eric raises an eyebrow. "Hey, Deeeev."

"You want to help me steal Weasley's maaaaaattress?" I sparkle my eyes as best as I can and grin.

"How about," he pauses dramatically and pretends to think. "No. How about no?"

"Fine, be like that." I pompously rise from the bed and knock the covers to the ground. I pick up the Potion notes and slid Sara's picture underneath my feet to Eric's corner of the room. He doesn't notice. "I guess I'll just leave."

Nose in the air, I give a world class hrumph and stride as best as a sick person can to the door. Closing it, I hear Eric mutter good-naturedly under his breath, "Drama queen."

A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who followed this story! It made me really happy, sorry I haven't updated..I've been busy and such. Also, this was a really short chapter, sor-rey.