Aly sighed with happiness. It was late May, and the Gryffindors were still coming down from the Quidditch cup high. After they won the game, Professor McGonagall carefully placed the Quidditch cup in the case of trophies. Of course, ever since then, the Slytherins have been glaring daggers at Gryffindors whenever they just happened to talk about the game.

"Absolutely amazing, that girl."

"Agreeably. What's her name again?"

"Aly Trevelyan. That other one is Katie."

"Oh, I didn't know that." Of course, a Slytherin passes by, glaring.

"Are you looking at something, Slytherin scum?!"

"Your ugly face, of course."

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Aly grinned. She reached into her bag and took out her book A Series of Unfortunate Events. Char had given it to her last Christmas; she hasn't had time to read them much. She became so engrossed in the reading the she stopped walking all together and leaned on the wall of the corridor. She smiled and looked out the window as the sun shined in her eyes. She then began reading.

So engrossed in the book was she, that she didn't hear the faint footsteps of a person approaching. The footsteps stopped. Aly continued reading. Aly finally became aware of the presence of another person. She peered over the top of her book. It was...

"Char," she said curtly. She continued reading. He grinned.

"Aly," he replied. Aly kept reading, but soon became irritated.

"Can I help you with something?"

"I don't know, can you?" Aly frowned and slammed the book shut and glared at him.

She scowled. "Don't you have something to do? I have better things to do." She opened her book.

"I can spend my day looking at you," he said slyly.

Aly rolled her eyes. "You're such a flirt."

"So are you."

"Am not!" Aly exclaimed in surprise as Char grinned.

"Are too! If you're not a flirt, why are you talking about flirting?"

"I..." Aly trailed off stupidly. Char started laughing and Aly flushed, looking down. She looked back up and Char had stopped. He winked one brown eye slowly. Aly's mouth nearly dropped in surprise but she kept it up. She slammed the book shut so hard that it made them both jump.

"Well, you seem to have a habit of slamming books, don't you?" he smirked.

"Actually, yes," Aly said with a huff.

Char chuckled. "I doubt it. Jittered by my wink? I've been working on it all day, just for you." Aly gulped and focused on the window behind him.

"I'm not jittered," she said, even though she was. "Anyway, do you want something?"

"Yeah. You," he grinned. Aly gaped again. He laughed.

"Your libido is in complete overdrive," she said, shaking her head.

"I need you to help me with Divination," he clarified. "Stop being so suggestive." She scowled at him.

"Why bother? I don't do the homework right at all. I just make up gruesome predictions about my life," she shrugged as they began walking down the corridor.

"Does it work?"

"Course it does. Gets me a satisfactory grade, I'm perfectly fine with it," answered Aly.

"Maybe I should try that. Exams are coming up, and I feel so behind."

"What about good night's sleep, eating right? Doing homework before it's due to get it out of the way?"

"Well, that plan doesn't exactly work out for me. You're always organized. You're just like that. Me, on the other hand...not so much." Aly laughed.

"Fine. We'll have a study group for exams."

"Thank you," he sighed with relief. He frowned.

"Did you hear about Hagrid?"

"Yeah," Aly said sadly. "I feel so bad. I wish there was something I could do."

"The appeal's at six. I don't think Ron and Harry can do anything." Aly looked at Hagrid's hut outside.

"That really is disappointing. I really like hippogriffs, especially Cosmos." They both stared at Hagrid's hut, in deep reflection. Aly sighed and looked at Char.

"Let's get to studying."

"I still want you."

"Shut up."