The feast went by terribly slow and was rather dull, apart from the interruption of the apparent new ministry appointed teacher. Although most in her house seemed happy about this change, all she could think about was just how much this woman looked like a toad covered in a nasty shade of pink. Her high voice was grating and that false cheer gave her the heebie-jeebies.

After the food had been cleared away, they were finally released to head to their dorms, the prefects desperately trying to herd the first years towards the looming wooden doors. As she passed through the halls, she caught sight of the Weasley twins pushing each other around as a dark skinned boy in Gryffindor robes looked on at them exasperated. Fred made eye contact with her and she sent him a glare, rolling her eyes at his smile. Fred caught the motion and replied by blowing her a kiss. She shocked herself by flushing, embarrassment running through her. Seeing the colour in her cheeks rising, his smile turned into a Cheshire Cat grin making her huff and quickly stalk away from him.

"What was that about Gred?" His brother asked while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Odile had long since disappeared from his sight, but he still watched the hall she had vacated, ideas rushing through his mind like a waterfall.

"I believe that was the start of a beautiful prankship Forge." He replied, making his brother shake his head in disbelief. Day one and Fred had already found a new girl to fancy. He opened his mouth to say just that when he noticed a large figure advancing on them.

"Oi, Weasleys! I have a bone to pick with you!" The three Gryffindor's exchanged looks at the Ravenclaw's cry before splitting off, laughing the whole time.

"Did you see Potter? Flouncing around as if he owns the place. Well, not this year! Everyone knows he's gone mad and father says Professor Umbridge is going to do something about Dumbledore and him. And everyone can see that Potter is just-" Draco blathered on, though she had long since tuned him out. It wasn't a strange occurrence to hear the Malfoy boy loudly exclaiming his dislike for Potter. Honestly though, he acts like he's in love with Potter.

"Excuse me?" Odile was hurtled into the present at the seething voice, and glanced up to see the whole common room was staring at her. Crap, she thought, did I say that out loud?

"Uh, sorry." She muttered, glancing back at her book in hopes of pulling attention away from herself.

"No, repeat yourself." She furrowed her eyebrows, meeting the boy's eyes with an aloof expression. If he was going to talk to her like that, he was going to get what was coming. She sat up to her full height, spreading her hand conversationally.

"Draco, right? Look, I'm just being honest here, man. You act like you're in love with the guy. I mean, the way you constantly talk about him is a bit much. It's always Potter this and Potter that. Even you have to admit, you are a little obsessive. Kinda surprising given your "hate" for all things Potter. If that's what you want to call it anyway." She answered bluntly, enjoying the outrage on his face. She merely shrugged her shoulders, looking back at her book.

"Who. Are. You?" She smirked, preparing to tear his daddy's boy attitude down.

"Odile Reisinger, the great-great-granddaughter of the great Julius Reisinger, original choreographer of the ballet Swan Lake. My great-great-grandmother was the inspiration behind the ballet, given the fact she was one of the first registered animangi. Oh, and one more tiny detail, my father happens to be your father's boss. Quite honestly, the question is, how don't you know who I am?" He blinked several times as the girl's devilish smile grew at his dumbfounded expression.

"I-well," he stuttered red in the face, trying to collect his thoughts. She made a show of checking her watch before sighing, closing her book with a snap.

"Although it's been a pleasure Draco, I'm afraid this conversation has gone on too long for my tastes. I wish you adieu." She inclined her head slightly before grabbing her book and heading towards her dormitory. The whole room watched her go, hips swaying ever so slightly in a display of dominance and confidence.

"That might have been the most attractive thing I've ever seen a girl do." Blaise murmured in awe before wincing from Draco's smack to the arm. Pansy snarled at the girl's retreating back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Don't worry Drakey, we'll make her life a living hell."

As Odile sat at the table for breakfast that morning, she couldn't help but notice the stares she was receiving from her fellow housemates. Having been so used to living a life of anonymity, she felt slightly uncomfortable at the attention she was receiving. She shifted slightly in her seat, before grabbing some oatmeal from the bowl sitting in front of her. As she sprinkled some brown sugar and currants on top she couldn't help but think of her Ilvermorny breakfasts. Platters piled high with omelettes, home fries, flapjacks, and grits. While she enjoyed the less fatty bacon, there was just something about crispy bacon in a BLT that couldn't be beat. Friday's were the best though, fresh fried chicken and waffles, doused in pure maple syrup. She filled herself with fresh fruit these days, missing just about everything of her home.

She was so deep in thought, she hadn't noticed the two people sneaking up from behind her. She stiffened as she felt two arms wrap around her shoulders on either side.

"Good morning-"

"Black Swan." She groaned, recognising the voices of the red-headed troublemakers. She gave them a withering look, and they replied with smiles that were just a bit too innocent. She shrugged off their arms, ignoring the glares from fellow Slytherins being sent her way. It wasn't as if she had any control of the idiots, after all.

"What have I said about doing that? What do you want anyway, don't you have other people you could bother?" George frowned at that, giving her pitiful puppy dog eyes.

"What, don't you want to spend time with us?"

"Not particularly George." She replied with an eye-roll, as she sipped her black coffee, ignoring the whispers that began around her table. She couldn't be the only one the Weasley's liked to bother, right? She bloody well hoped not.

"Hah, jokes on you, I'm Fred."

"No, you're not. Fred's hair colour is a slightly different hue, and his nose is a little more prominent." George's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Even he hadn't noticed said differences, she had to have been watching them for a while. Perhaps his brother wasn't the only one with a crush.

"Nice try though. Anyway, could you please leave? I've got a Potions test to study for." They exchanged looks, before shrugging their shoulders. Before they quite left, George slipped an exploding bean in her breakfast while Fred distracted her by twirling a strand of her hair in his finger. Odile scowled at him, that familiar flush rising in her cheeks. He carefully tucked the strand behind her ear and she smacked his hand away, making him snigger. He blew her a kiss as he left and she grumbled, returning the Potions textbook next to her. They meandered away, as to not seem suspicious, but awaited the girlish scream that would follow their prank. When they heard a strangled cry come from behind them, they spun around, shocked to see a fifth year covered head to toe in the sticky breakfast food. Upon hearing a slight cough, they looked to the left to see Odile sauntering away, hips swinging. Before she left she turned her head, giving them an innocent smile that contrasted greatly with the devilish look in her fern eyes. She grinned wolfishly when Fred made eye contact, blowing him a kiss before she left. Fred whistled lowly, watching her strut towards the exit.

"I hate to see her leave, but I love to watch her walk away." George rolled his eyes at his brother, already realising how whipped he was. Too bad, looks like all the fun was taken out of this year. He knew his brother like the back of his hand, the minute he found a girl he'd fancied he wouldn't stop until he had her.

"Freddie, you're too easy." George finally said, Fred's eyes snapping over to him.

"What do you mean Georgie?" He asked nervously, putting on as much false bravado as possible. Fred Weasley was a catcher, not a chaser. He didn't go after girls, they came to him… right?

"Fred, you like this girl, and don't try to deny it. Don't make that face at me, you know it's true."

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about." Fred spluttered, and George shook his head. His brother could be as stubborn as a bull when he wanted to be. All he needed was a little push.

"Look, I'll make you a bet. I bet you ten galleons you can't get her to fall for you before you fall for her."

"Oh, mate. It is on Georgie." Fred said to his brother, a broad smile gracing his face. His brother nodded, already thinking about what he could buy with those ten galleons. He was probably going to have them sooner rather than later.

A/N- Is it truly a rom-com without a bet? Also, yes, I made Odile a big deal, except like, I also didn't. I also just kinda wanted to mention something. I'm British-American. Long story short, I was born in Holland, and moved to Georgia when I was about 5. My Dad is American, but because my mother is English I spent a lot of my childhood in England so some English spellings and terms may be used.

Aaaaand, I must admit a little white lie. Although it's true that Julius Reisinger did originally choreograph Swan Lake, his was a bit of a flop. The version you're most likely to see today is by the genius that was Marius Petipa, so yup. But it's still a fun fact. I'm a huge ballet nerd, sorry, blame my mother.

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EDITED= 09/14/21