Chapter Seven

Kevin skipped down the hall, still giddy from the after-effects of the Cheering Charms. "I wanna know! Can you show me?" he sang loudly. All of the Muggleborns in the vicinity replied, "I wanna know about these strangers like me!"

Kevin loved connecting with Muggleborns at Hogwarts, especially the first and second years. He was a halfblood, but he liked the simple Muggle life his father led just as much as the freaking awesome magical life he had been reared with.

He and Ty went to lunch, where they saw Emma and Jennifer at the Ravenclaw table. Jennifer's curly red hair bounced as she laughed at something Emma had just said. Kevin and Ty took seats on either side of the two girls.

"How did class go?" Emma asked. "Still hung up on that girl?"

"Don't even get me started on her," Ty shuddered. "I have never seen anyone so strongly against being cheered up."

"She sounds like a real keeper," Jennifer smirked at Kevin, who merely stuck his tongue out like an insolent little child and heaped mashed potatoes onto his plate.

"Denial," Emma giggled, flicking a chicken wing at Kevin's face. It hit him square in the forehead.

"Emmaa," Kevin whined, rubbing his forehead. She merely smiled sweetly in his direction and waved her fingers cutely. Kevin made a face and leaned backwards, stretching out his arms. At that moment, his hands smacked right into the stomach of the hurrying, book-laden Slytherin who had been the subject of conversation just moments before.

Books clattered to the ground for the second time in two days. "Damn it, McKinlet, watch where you swing those things," barked Rebecca, winded from being hit but determined not to let it show.

"Sorry, Becca, didn't see you there," grinned Kevin, turning around and resting his chin in his hand to watch her pick up her books. She stopped dead and dropped the text to the ground.

"Never," she breathed, looking ready to shoot fire, "call me that. It's Rebecca. Dumbass." With that, she picked up her pile of books and flounced off to the Slytherin table.

Jennifer let out a long, low whistle. "That girl," she said quietly, "is a piece of work."

"Kevin, please don't tell me you're interested in that ice bitch," Emma sighed. "You've dealt with too many of those in your lifetime."

"Interested? Ha!" grinned Kevin. "I just like to push her around a bit." His friends murmured in agreement, but Kevin wasn't totally settled. He couldn't be completely sure, but he thought that he might have possibly been ogling his Slytherin vixen's ass as she'd stalked off.