A.N.- I have been cursed with the awful writers block and I NEED inspiration, so to my seldom reviewers. What should happen? Please. I desperately need ideas.
-Potatoes

"Come on. We," Pierre said, pointing to himself and Dexter "got to get to charms on time."

"But, we are jet lagged and can't pay attention in class." Dexter said in a cranky way, lying on the floor of an abandoned classroom.

"No, you are being lazy. Now get up, I mean you haven't even done your hair. How are you going to impress Leah like this?" Pierre said, acting as if he knew something about girls.

"It's called sex hair, and girls go crazy over it." Dexter opposed.

"And who'd have sex with to get that look? Some slut, that's what she'll think." Pierre fought back.

"Who cares if she thinks I had sex with some slut? I don't." Dexter tried to pass it off.

"You do. You care if she gets hurt. I swear, one day you'll just start making out in the hallways when you're arguing. The sexual tension is just oozing" Pierre mussed.

"Not true," Dexter retorted.

"It's fine, I get it. You're in denial. I'll let you live in that bubble, but mind you. Hillary Duff once said, "Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing." So don't disappoint." Pierre said while he was walking out of the classroom.

"Quoting Hillary Duff are we now? I think you spent too much watching chick flicks with your sisters. And you're quoting Sam, the character Hillary played, not Hillary herself."

"Whatever. See ya in charms." Pierre said, giving up on his attempt to make his friend go to charms, and just left.

"I don't care. I'm not going to charms, I'm going to run. I'm going to ditch charms today, then I'll dress Friday casual even though it's Tuesday. I don't care." Dexter muttered, picking himself up off the floor, dusting his pajama pants off. He walked to the Hufflepuff common room, marching as if he was in the army, left, right, left, right.

He marched all the way to his trunk. He opened it roughly, threw out his sneakers and running uniform, and closed it in the same manner. He haphazardly put on the articles and started running. He ran out of him dorm, out of the Hufflepuff common room, out of the castle, and around the grounds. He ran out the frustration, the stress and the emotion. He ran himself dumb. He ran himself numb.

"What are you doing out here?" a girl with yellow blonde hair, radish earrings, and an airy voice popped from out of nowhere and in front of him.

"Running," Dexter said, wondering why the girl was there.

"During class?" the girl asked.

"I guess." He said sounding really glum.

"But, why?" the airy voice said sounding confused.

"Because I don't want to like Leah, I really don't. It's just that it started with an infatuation that grew, but I just wanted to keep it at an infatuation, and kill it then." Dexter said sounding so open, so weak, pouring his emotion out to her.

"Well why don't you want to like Leah? She's a nice girl from what I can tell so far, and she's pretty." The girl said, wanting answers.

"Well, in the 2nd grade I pulled her braids and she would call me Dexter Pee, along with many other things. But by the time I was in the 5th grade, I was over that, and we were friends, mostly because Lizzie and Pierre became good friends through studies, but we were still friends. It was nice. 6th and 7th grade were years filled with happiness, then in 8th grade, Pierre and I went through puberty, making us huge asses with huge egos. Leah and Lizzie didn't like it, so the two became closer, if that is possible, and the four of us broke apart. After that Leah and I got into second grade again, but much more mature. We gave up last year and all started making amends but it hasn't been the same since earlier." Dexter said, releasing the dam of information.

"So, you don't want to ruin the delicate relationship between you two." the girl asked, and Dexter nodded in reply, " Well, in my opinion, that is stupid, I mean after school, how many times will you see her? Probably never, so just do it." The blonde said. Dexter looked stuck in thought after being confronted with that idea. "Also, you better hurry; I heard that Zacharias Smith has taken quite an interest in her." And with that the bright witch left.