Amy lay in her four-poster bed, not sleeping, just thinking. She thought
about her father, now dead for 6 months. She thought of Seamus and his
sweet kiss before bed. She could still feel it, planted there, right in the
middle of her forehead. She smiled. He liked her. A sudden thought entered
her head. Maybe she liked him too? No, that wasn't even reasonable. She
only just met him. She knew nothing about him. But...now that she thought
about it...maybe she did like him? He was perfect. Nice, funny, cute, not
to mention IRISH! Why didn't she like him? She fell asleep, these thoughts
chasing eachother in and around her head.
Amy woke early and went down to breakfast with Seamus and Dean. She was just eating her way through a giant pancake when Professor McGonagall came around handing out schedules. Amy took hers and looked at it. Seamus, who got his before her, peered over her shoulder to look at hers. His face broke into a grin.
"We have all the same classes!" he said, holding his schedule next to hers so she could see. "But, we have double potions first, with the Slytherins." Seamus added, his smile fading.
"What's wrong with that?"
Dean chose to answer. "They're a bad lot. There isn't one witch or wizard that went bad who wasnt in Slytherin."
"Really?" Amy's innocent eyes went wide with wonder. "And we have potions with them?"
"Yeah," Ron said. "But what's even worse, Snape teaches it."
"Snape?" she asked, puzzled.
"That one," Seamus said pointing. "The one with the ugly nose and the greasy hair."
"Oh," she said watching him. "He looks mean."
"Oh, he's evil." said Hermione, glaring at Snape. "Don't get in his way. Or any of the Slytherins actually."
"And don't let them get to you," added Harry. "Especially Malfoy."
As if on cue, Malfoy swaggered over to the table, staring at Amy, who stared cooly back.
"Got yourself a girlfriend Finnigan?" he asked, sneering.
"Buzz off Malfoy," Ron snarled.
Malfoy turned his gaze to Ron. "Oh, my mistake Weasle, is she your's?"
Seamus gave Malfoy such a look that it would have made the flowers wilt.
"I'm warning you Malfoy," he said through gritted teeth. He stood threateningly, Ron, Harry and Dean standing with him. His fists were clenched so tight that the knuckles turned white. "Either leave, or we'll make you."
Malfoy could see he was outnumbered, and he left, remarking loudly, "Never thought all four of you would fall for an American."
Amy woke early and went down to breakfast with Seamus and Dean. She was just eating her way through a giant pancake when Professor McGonagall came around handing out schedules. Amy took hers and looked at it. Seamus, who got his before her, peered over her shoulder to look at hers. His face broke into a grin.
"We have all the same classes!" he said, holding his schedule next to hers so she could see. "But, we have double potions first, with the Slytherins." Seamus added, his smile fading.
"What's wrong with that?"
Dean chose to answer. "They're a bad lot. There isn't one witch or wizard that went bad who wasnt in Slytherin."
"Really?" Amy's innocent eyes went wide with wonder. "And we have potions with them?"
"Yeah," Ron said. "But what's even worse, Snape teaches it."
"Snape?" she asked, puzzled.
"That one," Seamus said pointing. "The one with the ugly nose and the greasy hair."
"Oh," she said watching him. "He looks mean."
"Oh, he's evil." said Hermione, glaring at Snape. "Don't get in his way. Or any of the Slytherins actually."
"And don't let them get to you," added Harry. "Especially Malfoy."
As if on cue, Malfoy swaggered over to the table, staring at Amy, who stared cooly back.
"Got yourself a girlfriend Finnigan?" he asked, sneering.
"Buzz off Malfoy," Ron snarled.
Malfoy turned his gaze to Ron. "Oh, my mistake Weasle, is she your's?"
Seamus gave Malfoy such a look that it would have made the flowers wilt.
"I'm warning you Malfoy," he said through gritted teeth. He stood threateningly, Ron, Harry and Dean standing with him. His fists were clenched so tight that the knuckles turned white. "Either leave, or we'll make you."
Malfoy could see he was outnumbered, and he left, remarking loudly, "Never thought all four of you would fall for an American."