Chapter 4

As Alex slowly walked out of the classroom, trying to savor the memory of Professor Snape trying to talk David out of killing himself, a crazy blonde wearing a leather jacket over her Ravenclaw robes let out a battle cry and jumped on David, kicking him with her punk rawk steel-toed boots. At this point, Alex was sold. She walked up to the girl with the foot-high mohawk and extended her hand.

"I'm Alex."

The girl let go of David and hopped to her feet. "Ilsa," she said, grabbing Alex's hand with a grip like a vice. Alex felt her hand throbbing from the lack of circulation. Finally, her undeserving hand was liberated.

"So I saw you do quite the number on David there," Alex stated with genuine impression in her voice.

"Eh, I just thought he'd be fun to beat up on after seeing him freak out at the Sorting Ceremony," she shrugged.

"I know what you mean," Alex agreed. "I just had Potions with him. Apparently he can't take a little altered happiness potion without trying to hang himself right there in the classroom.

And so the two girls formed a mutual respect for each other. Ilsa invited Alex to sit with her at lunch. Alex gratefully accepted. And so they walked arm-in-arm to the Great Hall, with smirks laced with venom.