Allegra carefully sat down next to Pansy Parkinson during Slytherin study in the library.

"Hello, Parkinson," she smiled benignly. Pansy ignored her. "So I hear you like Malfoy."

"No, I don't like him," Pansy snorted. "I'm in love with him."

"So what do you know about him?" Allegra asked.

"What?"

"Does his hair smell good?"

"Excuse me?"

"Does he use hair gel?"

"I…"

"Which dormitory is he in? What does he look like when he's asleep? Does his hair fall lightly into his face as he gently snores? DOES HE?" She was now standing with her face inches away from Pansy's.

"Why do you care?" Pansy asked. "You hate him." With that, the black-haired girl stalked over to Draco's table, sitting down and smiling flirtatiously.

Allegra bit her lower lip as she asked permission to use the restroom.