THE HUFFLEPUFF TABLE
"A ball! Oh this is so exciting!" Rose clapped her hands together. "I need to start looking at dresses and God knows how long it'll take me to find shoes and…"
Martha just tuned her out. She knew that her friend could talk to herself for at least an hour. Rose Tyler and Martha Jones; it was a wonder they were friends. They couldn't be more different. Rose, the popular blonde who had not a speck of common sense but was strangely gifted in the art of Divination. And Martha, the low-laying dark-skinned beauty who had enough brains for the both of them.
They met because, "shockingly", Rose needed tutoring for her Astronomy class, among other things. In fact, Martha was one of the few reasons that she made it to her sixth year and for that she was forever grateful.
"Right Martha?" Rose finally said. "Oh, sorry, what was that?" Martha said, turning her attention back to her friend. Rose continued happily, "I said, you're going right? I can't go without my best friend!" she flashed a perfect smile. "Yeah, I guess," Martha said, amused by how happy her friend got when she said this.
"What about you, Molly?" Rose said enthusiastically to a small girl sitting across from her. "Oh, I…I don't know. Probably not." Rose gasped. "But you have to! I bet you'd look beautiful if you'd let me fix your hair and help you pick out a dress and I could buy you some..." she started talking to herself again.
Martha looked from Rose to Molly and laughed. They were such a strange bunch. "You should just go," Martha said as Rose continued to talk to herself. "I'll probably be busy with exams and stuff anyway," Molly said, trying to find any excuse not to go. "Besides, no one will want to take me," she said lowering her eyes.
This caught Rose's attention. "Don't you talk like that! You're not ugly." Martha winced, knowing that her bouncy blonde friend didn't mean for her compliment to come out like that. Molly was okay with it though. She never did find herself attractive.
Martha cleared her throat trying to break the awkward tension. "So, who's the lucky guy you want to ask Rose?" "Well," she said in between bites of her salad, "I was thinking about that Winchester fellow at the Ravenclaw table." "Sam?" Molly asked. "That's the one!" Rose said happily.
"You know him?" asked Martha. "Yeah, we've had a few classes together over the years. He's actually very smart. As a matter of fact I think he skipped a grade," Molly answered. Rose gave Sam a lustful look. "Wow, beauty and brains. That's my kind of man." Even Molly laughed at Rose's sudden love of the young Winchester. "Well, I think you'd make a great couple," Martha said, egging her friend on. "We would wouldn't we!" she said happily.
Martha and Molly then engaged in a discussion about their Potions class, which Rose found incredibly boring. After she finished her salad, she decided to change the topic back to the Yule Ball. "Speaking of Potions, who do you want to take Martha?"
"What?" Martha asked. "The ball! Who do you want to take?" she asked again. "Are you still with that?" Martha asked, finishing her plate. "Of course!"
"Can we just give it a rest, Rose?" Martha sighed. "How about this, if you tell me I won't bring up the ball for the rest of the week," Rose said with a serious face. "Fine," Martha agreed. "To be honest, I was thinking of going alone." "Alone?!" Rose said with a shocked face.
Martha laughed, "Yes. There's nothing wrong with that." Rose did a tisk tisk noise. "Be that way then. Well, at least I know who Molly's going with." Molly almost choked on her fruit. "What? I'm not going with anyone. I didn't even know I was going."
Rose laughed, "Your little crush on him is so cute, you know that? Look, you're blushing just talking about him." "I…I don't know who you're talking about," Molly stuttered. Martha shook her head saying, "Molly, it's been six years. There's no point in hiding it. Especially around us." Molly sighed and turned around to look at Sherlock who was talking to Ace, no doubt making another deduction.
Ever since she had first met him, Molly was head over heels for him. It didn't matter that he barely noticed her. Just the fact that he knew her name was enough for her. Martha and Rose just wished that she would speak up and tell him how she felt. But that would probably never happen.
