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Please please forgive me... I left you hanging AND didn't update fast, school started. and this is a short chapter, i know. *ducks to avoid flying vegetables* Please review, it'll keep the chapters coming faster! I promise!
"Your sister... a Slytherin?" Rose stared at Brent with wide eyes.
Brent looked confused. "Well... yeah. Dark hair, dark eyes, you've probably seen her around. She's a second year."
"Are you SURE?" Rose asked stupidly.
Brent laughed awkwardly. "Well, yes. But does it really matter, if my sister is in Slytherin? I know you have, er... issues, with the Slytherins..."
"I so totally don't!" Rose argued defensively.
"You hexed four of the Slytherin Keeper's toes off!"
Rose smiled sheepishly. "He didn't need all ten, really..."
"And do I even need to go into that whole deal with the mandrakes?"
"Did you have to bring that up?" Rose groaned. "I was trying to forget that."
"You do see my point, though."
"Yes," sighed Rose.
Brent gazed deeply into Rose's eyes in a way that made Rose extremely uncomfortable. "I don't think badly of you for being extremely, uh... strong-willed."
"Strong-willed?" Rose glared at Brent, who seemed to shrink back a little.
"Not in a bad way. You just have very, um, strong ideas and hold tightly onto them. It's not a bad thing. In fact, I find it attractive."
Rose made up her mind that she would stop being strong-willed if it made Brent attracted to her. From now on, she told herself, I'll be as stubborn as a jellyfish. "Oh," murmured Rose awkwardly. "Well..."
"All I want to do is make sure that you don't judge me on the fact that my sister is a Slytherin."
Rose mentally hit herself for ever saying yes to Brent. He was just too sweet- and he deserved better. He deserved someone who actually liked him. Someone good, someone who wouldn't break his-
"Sweetie? Come back to Earth." Brent smiled down at his girlfriend. Rose winced at the horrible nickname.
"Um, Brent? Do you think you could maybe try not to call me-" Rose stopped, suddenly becoming aware that Brent was leaning in, closing the distance between them until their lips were touching. Rose pulled away abruptly.
"Did I do something wrong?" Brent looked hurt.
Rose wiped her lips on the back of her hand. "No. I just realized that I, uh, have to go." Without waiting for Brent to reply, she turned her back on her boyfriend and strode away.
As she rounded a corner, she saw something that made her jaw drop. "What in the name of Merlin's holy bucket?"