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Celina blinked once…twice…three times. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Standing before her in black Hogwarts robes, his brown hair a little tousled, his blue eyes boring holes into her, stood "that Slytherin boy". "That Slytherin boy" had a name, but Celina had never found out what it was. Ever since that first day he had stared at her in her father's class, she had tried to ignore him as much as possible. According to sapphire he still stared at her, but she tried to ignore that fact.

The boy started heading towards her, his arm outstretched. "Hey. I'm Brandon Parkinson."

Stunned, Celina waited a few seconds before she grasped his hand and said, "It's nice to meet you, I'm…"

"Celina Potter. I think everyone knows who you are," he said with a grin. Celina couldn't' help noticing he had perfect white teeth and a smile that could make your heart melt. Celina, not being able to help it, smiled back.

"Anyways, you the new head boy?"

"Yep, that's me. I'm guessing you're the head girl?"

"You got that right. So, looks like we'll be working together."

"Looks like it. Hope you're not too disappointed."

"Not at all," Celina said laughing. She was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Brandon. She already felt like they had been friends for ages and they chatted for a few more minutes very easily. Celina hardly ever stopped laughing, he was so funny

"Anyways, we should probably head in there. The prefects are probably wondering what happened to us," he said a few minutes later.

"You're probably right," she agreed.

"You ready for this," he said, heading for the door.

"I'm ready when you're ready."

"Than let's do this thing." Laughing, the two entered the compartment. Celina stopped in mid-laugh, not believing her eves for the second time that day. James was sitting there amongst all the other prefects. James, her brother, lover of pranks and mischief, that James, was a prefect.

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"James, I still don't understand why you didn't tell mum and dad that you were made a prefect."

After meeting with all the other prefects Celina had taken James aside and was now grilling him about being made a prefect.

"I already told you, it's no big deal."

"No big deal. Yeah right! They would be thrilled!'

Silence. Finally, "Do you want to know the truth?"

"I certainly don't want you to lie to me."

"Fine. You see, I didn't want Arthur, Jack, and Joseph to make fun of me. I mean, I'm the leader. I come up with the pranks, not try to stop them. They would just think it was really stupid that me, of all people, became a prefect."

Celina thought it over for several seconds. What her brother was saying did make sense. If any of the boys found out James would be the laughing stock of the school.

"How did you expect to keep this from them all year?"

"I wasn't going to keep a secret all year, just as long as possible."

More silence. "You won't tell anyone will you?"

"Of course not. Your secret's safe with me."

"Thanks sis, you're the best," James said, giving her a hug.

"I know. Now, get out there a patrol the corridors. Whether you like it or not, you are still a prefect and therefore have certain duties to perform."

"Yes ma'am," he replied, giving her a mock salute and rushing out the door.