The next morning was like a ten watt bulb underwater: truly dreary. Roger Davies had awaken early enough to take a small stroll around the corridors. He slipped on a royal blue cable knit sweater, gray trousers and his infamous moccasins. His hair was perfectly combed and he carried a book bag around his shoulder and his broomstick.
As soon as he excaped the common room full of blue velvet and fancy drapes, he headed down the trotten hall. Just his luck to see a young girl struggle with a stack of books.
"Er . . need help?" The books fell to the floor and sheepishly the bushy haired girl scrambled to the floor to pick them up. She knew that voice and a heat grew in her pale cheeks. They looked liked two full roses in winter.
He helped her up and walked on. "Bye Granger." The chaser called out of the corner of his mouth.
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"Ginnnny!" A hand raised up and tried to smack away the being who raised chaos. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, wake up!" Bright blue eyes opened to the world and a loud groan excaped from her lips. She saw deep chocolate brown eyes inches from her face, let out a shriek, and finally noticed who it was.
"Hermione, I was sle - why are you smiling like that?" Red eyebrows furrowed to her lovesick friend.
"I saw him, he talked to me." Gleeful butterflies were still fluttering in her stomach as the Weasley's eyes widened.
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Cho Chang sat on the front row of benches that belonged to the Hufflepuffs. She slowly laced her grippy but lightweight trainers that wouldn't weigh down her flight. Her friend was already in the air flying about.
The Ravenclaw still hovering in the air jumped off it's broom and landed smoothly in the soft green grass beneath him. "So . . tutoring me again in the Library?" The girl looked up and bit her bottom lip, "Sorry, can't. Plans with a boy."
Roger nodded and thought of going to the Three Broomsticks that night for a butterbeer. The other plans rose to his head.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." He lead off on a happy foot.
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The Library was filtered of acne heads, bracefaces, foureyes and one bushy haired girl who was busy translating something. Books were levetating at her side as snapped the book shut, threw it far away and picked the next book off the pile.
"Hermione," He swooped up behind he as she dropped the book and wished she were more suave. His hands picked up the literature and handed it to her.
Fingers brushing fingers as a blush rose to her face. "your going to tutor me on my History of Magic this Saturday."
Her jaw dropped as he strolled away.