The Dining Hall...
"Hey, Hugo! I've got something to tell you!" Fred prompted.
"Fred!" Raechelle said, eyes flaring.
"Why are you Freding him? If there something is something he would like to tell me, I will allow him to!" Hugo stated.
"But what if it's something that you don't want to hear?" Raechelle suggested, glaring at Fred who was smirking.
"Hey everyone! OOH! They have bacon!" Albus came and sat down.
"We'll see. Go on, Fred," Hugo nodded haughtily.
"Well, I heard that M-" Raechelle shoved some bacon into his mouth.
"Delicious, isn't it? I thought you should try some!" Raechelle lied.
Fred started choking.
"Oh dear! Let's take you to the Nurse!" Raechelle rushed out of the room with Fred, but came back and got a biscuit.
"I think Raechelle's lost it," Albus said.
"I agree. She's mental!" Hugo stated.
After the Nurse's Office...
"You promised!" Raechelle whined.
"Well, I thought you weren't going shove bacon down my throat! But it did taste good. I'll give you that," Fred admitted.
"You'll give me that, but not your word? Whatever. We have to get to class! History, I believe."
Fred sighed. "That was embarrassing."
"Sorry. Don't you think Hugo is acting a bit strange?"
"I haven't noticed, but I do know someone who has."
"Who is it? I'm going to watch out for them!"
Fred smirked. "It'll be sort of hard without a mirror."
Raechelle paused. "Do you want me to shove some more bacon down your throat?"
"Not I think your right, Hugo has been acting strange, but to us men, it is common."
"Men? Someday, you'll believe that! But since Hugo's behaviors are common, how come you or Albus don't act like that?"
"I hide mine, Albus probably thinks he has no chance-"
"Wait a second! You're talking about hitting on girls?"
"Um, yeah."
"Boys are stupid. Oh crap! We missed class!"
"Yes! But don't worry, we have an excuse!"
"Since we're going to miss class anyway, who are you hiding your behavior from?"
"You make everything sound so scientific. Like it's a study or project of some sort."
"Well, it's just who I am."
"Remember when we first met on the train?"
"Yes."
"Well, the kid I pants-ed, he was in his 6th year."
"You pants-ed a 6th year? You're a risk taker."
"When it comes to things I'm willing to risk."
The clock rang out and classes were dismissed.