"So, Lou, we heard you're dating the Scamander twins," James tells me, after Quidditch practice. Having the Gryffindor team consist of Weasley's is annoying, but kind of fun, too. At least, since we're all family, we know everyone really well. It's all a silent language, which means that people don't understand what our plan is – except Al – and we have the most silent games ever. We used to be (actually we still are) accused of nepotism (which I learned means family favoritism), so we got our Head of House to choose the teams. It was still all Weasley's.

"Shut it, James," Lily yells at him, when I fail to respond.

"Besides, Lorcan's straight," Fred adds.

"So was Rose," Roxanne responds.

"Shut the fuck up!" Hugo screams.

"Aww…Hell no! You did not just do that!" Fred hollers.

"People! People! There are more important things than who yelled at whom about what. For example, Lou's love life," James interrupts.

"Lou has a love life?" Albus asks, popping out of nowhere to join into the conversation.

"He's dating the Scamander's," James answers.

"Both of them?" Albus exclaims, slightly shocked by this. "Isn't that a little weird?"

"Says the boy dating a Malfoy," Rose replies, showing up behind us.

"Says the girl experimenting," Roxanne answers.

"Says the one who slept with half the school," Hugo says.

"Says the boy who got plugs," Fred remarks.

"Says the one who kissed the Malfoy first," Dominique informs everyone.

"Fred did what now?" Albus yells.

"Take it up with your bitch," Fred answers.

"He's not my bitch," Albus replies.

"So, you're the bitch. Never knew you were a bottom, bro," Lily taunts.

"I'm not!" Albus insists.

"Whatever, all I wanted to know was which Scamander Lou is banging," James interrupts.

"I'm not banging either of them," I scream.

"Dating, banging, same thing when it comes to you. Which one is it?" James replies.

"Lysander," I answer. "And I'm not sleeping with him!" I shriek.

"Someone's touchy, is it that time of the month again?" Roxanne teases.

"Shut up!" I yell.

"Losing your touch, Lou?" Albus asks. My relatives howl in laughter.

"I hate you!" I exclaim.

"Hey, chill out. You really seem to like him, if you haven't jumped him yet, so we have to make fun of you. It's, like, family rules," James says calmly.

"Well, I don't like it," I state, as calmly as I can. Just because I'm only one-eighth Veela does not mean that people don't want to see me angry. Things usually tend to happen, bad things, so I bite my tongue and look at my cousins and sister, wishing that Victoire was here. She'd be able to make everyone shut up with just a look.

"So, now that you're not getting any…" Fred intones.

"I'm warning you all, not to piss me off," I say through clenched teeth.

"Louis, we were just having a little fun," Roxanne says.

"Guys, I think he's serious," Albus tells them, which shuts everyone up. He's always known when things are wrong or right or have gone too far.

"I'm just a little tense," I explain.

"It's alright, bro," Dominique starts. "Lack of sex will do that to you," she and James finish together. They're so alike.

"First off: James, I don't see Hanna Zabini giving herself up. And secondly: Dom, you're dating a guy with three last names who refuses to sleep with you until you're married to him. So, overall, I'd say, that you two are in no position to judge me," I say, and with that I storm off. I hate my family sometimes.