Title: Girl Time
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
A/N 2: Some of these drabbles will be about people surrounding Winifred's life or who will come into her life at a later date.
A/N 3: Reviews are Good. This has been a subtle hint from the author - Please return to your regularly scheduled reading.

They really should be studying.

But, after hours of the surprisingly sunny day taunting them from the library window, Rose had grown frustrated and called "Girl Time". The females of the group had instantly broken off from the table - much to the males' confusion.

Girl Time seemed to currently consist of lying out by the lake, on the far side, away from anyone else.

Fred and Lily were having competitions as to who could balance books on their extended legs while lying down on their backs the longest. (An off-hand comment was made early on that it was a good thing that it was still cool enough that the girls were wearing tights under their skirts or else they would have ended up flashing everyone).

Rose was leaning against a tree behind Ivy french braiding her hair. V, sitting cross legged, watched the other Slytherin's fingers move meditatively while fingering her own hair.

"Maybe I should get a mow hawk," she said breaking the silence.

The others stared at her. Rose held the braid in place for a moment to stop and give her a disgusted look; "No," she stated simply.

"Not a full on one," V reasoned. "Just, you know, real short on the side and longer down the middle," she pushed her fingers in her hair moving her hands up so it all pilled in the middle of her head in demonstration.

Ivy and Lily giggled (her books shaking) and she could see Fred was biting her lip not to move and disturb her own pile. Rose gave her one last unimpressed look before turning back to Ivy's hair. "If you choose to butcher your hair, V, you will not be using the TV in my room anymore when you're in town."

V's eyes narrowed at the challenge to her precious means of entertainment. "There's a TV in your parent's living room as well," she reminded her cousin.

"Yes," Rose smirked not looking up from the braid, "but if you use the one in the living room, you can't watch TV alone with Teddy."

V dropped her hair and smiled sheepishly. "You know, I always like my hair the way it is," she stated in an over casual manner causing Ivy to giggle and the two competitors to tense and narrow their eyes at the books they were balancing. "It's very classic you know."

"Yes, classic," Rose said dryly then she frowned and tugged on the hair in her hand lightly in warning. "Stop jerking, I'll get lumps in the braid. How did it come out anyway? I thought I had done it pretty tight"

Ivy immediately stopped giggling and crossed her arms sullenly. "James grabbed the end of it to get my attention in the hallway when I was angry and trying to ignore him."

"What was it this time," Lily asked conceding and letting her books slide down to her stomach.

"I hear a James-is-a-jerk rant coming," Fred sing-songed and then, following her sister's lead, let her legs rest.

"James is a jerk," Ivy said glaring at her. "I mean come on, you got in to a fist fight with him. On the Quidditch pitch even!"

Fred sighed and flipped onto her stomach, "Ivy, I already told you what that was about. I'm not even mad at him anymore."

"Well," she said not deterred, "he calls me Poison Ivy."

"Everyone calls you Poison Ivy," V said. "It's a nickname. You laughed just earlier today when Albus said it. James is actually more polite to you than he is to most people. He goes out of his way to be nice to you because he doesn't get your instant dislike of him. Which, honestly Ivy, I don't really understand either."

"He," she bit her lip floundering, "he…"

"She likes him," Lily said simply.

"I do not," Ivy said instantly flushing and leaning foreword. Rose pulled her hair harder this time and she sat back down.

"You do," Lily said calmly.

"I do not," she said much quieter, "he's older than me."

"By two years," the other girl smiled at her, "that might matter now, yes. But, it won't in a few years. Professors Patil and Wood have five years between them…,"

"Wait, what?" she heard Rose mutter behind her.

"….and many other relationships, especially in the Wizarding World, have a much greater gap."

Fred was staring at the other girl with and odd smile on her face. "You remind me way too much of my mother sometimes," she said.

"I take that as a compliment," Lily (Lil'Luna) said with a grin.

"You should," Fred replied wrapping an arm around her sister's shoulders. "Although I do tend to find it both weird and comforting at the same time," she paused, "much like my mother actually."

"I don't like James," Ivy muttered sullenly. "He has a girlfriend anyway."

"That won't last," Rose said definitively, finally putting the hair tie on the end of her braid.

"What," Ivy asked stretching a bit after her prolonged position, "why?"

She could feel the glance shared over her head. It was Lily who ended up fielding the question again. "James' girlfriends never last because all of the things he can't tell about our Mom and Dad. It eats away at him - he feels like he's lying, even though they haven't even told us about it yet," she said quietly.

"The girls are all attracted to the brooding boy, but they forget that that boy is brooding for a reason. And, he's probably not going to spill his heart out to you if he just met you," Fred finished quirking her lip.

Ivy reached around and touched the end of her braid, thinking.

"He's still a jerk," she said finally breaking the mood, playfully unwilling to give up the point. And the other girls laughed and continued to tease until they moved onto Rose and whoever was trying to date her at the moment (much to her great annoyance).