Copyright Disclaimer: I keep on forgetting to add these, so here I must state that I am not J.K. Rowling and therefore don't own the world of Harry Potter. I also don't own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians, and I don't wish to be sued by Disney or Dreamworks. Enjoy the chapter!


"Come on, let's not bother your cousin," Elsa sighed impatiently. A Slytherin Fifth Year had been teasing his Fourth Year cousin, who was a Gryffindor. "Nick, you're sixteen; not twelve."

"I can't help that Aaron's such a shrimpy dork, Elsa. How'd he get into Gryffindor, again? Should've been put in a House with those funny-faced pansies they call Hufflepuffs."

Elsa got unusually upset dealing with the typically moody teenager. The words he'd used to insult his Gryffindor relative were oddly similar to how Anna, Elsa's sister, operated.

Scorpius had been walking past and realized what was happening; quickly getting closer to help Elsa, who was clearly getting flustered. "Nick, don't make us take points before the Great Feast," he threatened. "Plus, don't insult other Houses. I don't think Professor Slughorn or any other students will be happy to hear about you carelessly tossing derogatives around."

Elsa agreed. Hugo Weasley, Hufflepuff, was very masculine at fourteen and by no means a "funny-faced pansy". Next to her, Aaron was obviously biting back retorts.

"Don't see why you're defending my cousin, guys," Nick scoffed. "He's as worthless as learning how to cast a Patronus."

Upon hearing the poorly-chosen insult, Elsa bit back a laugh and put a hand on Aaron's shoulder, who looked at her gratefully for restraining him. However, she couldn't help silencing at the words that came before the offensive choice of an example. He's worthless, where have I heard that before?She let out a bitter laugh. Oh, that's right. Anna had been talking to me like that just the other day.

Scorpius looked at her, unsure of what to do with her so unfocused, but she sent him a reassuring smile. Relieved that she was fine, he then had no qualms about making Nick feel idiotic and got back to the topic at hand. "Expecto patronum is an extremely important spell, you dolt. Pay attention in class for once, will you?" Nick scowled at the Prefect.

"Look, let's just walk away from this," Elsa said. "I'll take Aaron over to the Gryffindors and Scorpius will take you, Nick. Frankly, you're too old to be acting like this. That House stereotypical junk died as soon as our parents got out of school, so give it a bloody rest." Elsa was getting more frustrated - the first day back at school normally went off without a hitch.

Nick, the Slytherin, reluctantly agreed. "Fine, as long as you don't subtract points." Elsa could've sworn that she'd heard him muttering about uptight Ravenclaws under his breath, but didn't do anything.

"I'm alright with that," Elsa relented. "But the next time you do this - double points taken."

Scorpius looked at Nick with an edge to his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't appreciate how Nick was living up to the old Slytherin stereotype. "Let's go, Nick." The pale boy briskly walked away, with his immature Housemate following.

Elsa looked at the Gryffindor, whose complexion had gone from cherry-red back to a normal shade. She put a hand on his shoulder, ready to lead him back to the Great Hall. "I should've said something back," Aaron mumbled.

The older girl gave him a sympathetic look, having been in his position. "It's okay, Aaron. I know it's not easy standing up to your cousin. Coming to find me was a good move, anyway. I'm fairly sure that could've ended in a fight."

"But I wasn't being brave at all. At least, not like a Gryffindor."

Elsa let out a small laugh, nearing the Great Hall. "Don't worry, Aaron. I'm sure you just as brave as the rest. Besides, Gryffindor's morals support chivalry and boldness, too."

"Chivalry," Aaron beamed. "I'm sure I'm chivalrous."

Elsa led him to the Gryffindor table, seating him right underneath a gold banner by where she saw him wave to a few friends. "Of course you are, Aaron. If you need anything, just come to me or another Prefect."

"Thanks, Elsa. You're a good Head Girl," the boy complimented.

She just sent a small, encouraging smile back. "Thanks." As she took her seat at the Ravenclaw table, she threw her head in her hands. "Obnoxious fifth years," she muttered vehemently.

Evan raised an eyebrow at her. "Bad day?"

Elsa shrugged - cases like Nick normally didn't get on her nerves. "I guess I just expected peace on the first day back. If Nick Allen decided to be a prat tomorrow and not today, I'd be sitting here with a grin on my face."

Evan put a calming hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Elsa. You're fine."

"I guess it's the stress of being Head Girl," Elsa admitted half truthfully. She wasn't ready to admit that something had bothered her. "If I were still a Prefect, that whole event would've been done in a jiffy. Poor Scorpius had to cut in!"

Rose, who had been listening to her laments, sent her a pitying glance. "You wereout there for twenty minutes."

"He kept throwing barbs at Aaron," Elsa groaned. She was purposefully hiding that a few choice words in the exchange from earlier had triggered a temporary lapse in her concentration. Rose knew what must have been bothering her and nodded silently, letting Elsa think to herself.

Elsa took the silence to listen to the Sorting Hat sing its unique yet typical song. Watching as more of the smaller students got situated at their new Houses and greeting some herself, she put on the bravest face she could and clapped accordingly. Eventually, she was comforted by the din of the Great Hall and forgot about all of her troubles: the large, hanging banners did wonders for her happiness.

"Good evening, students," Headmaster Barnaby greeted, his smile carrying across the dinner tables. "Before I can allow you to eat I must discuss some things first." A few students audibly groaned and the Headmaster merely laughed at their dramatic distress. "As always, Mr. Filch has requested that a list of banned items from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes be posted in every common room. Any student caught disregarding the bans shall be punished accordingly by their Head of House." Elsa felt the peep of a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. She knew that there was very little chance you could keep any elusive Weasley product away from an eager student. Headmaster Barnaby addressed a few other staple topics before turning to Elsa and Elijah respectively, twinkle in his eye. "As the last thing I shall talk about before you begin your meal, I will introduce your Head Boy and Girl, Ms. Elsa Winters and Mr. Elijah Wood."

Instantly applause broke out, half of it quite teasing and playful. Elsa's frost blue eyes darted to her boyfriend's and then to her friends, a blush spreading across her pale cheeks. From the Slytherin table, Elsa vaguely heard a scoff from a certain Fifth Year that was almost instantaneously corrected by Liza's reprimands. Elsa took a seat, laughing.

"You may now enjoy your dinner," the Headmaster concluded. The small chatter amongst the tables turned into a dull roar, students eager to catch up on any occurrences that happened during the summer break.

Elsa was immediately flanked by Eva and Jean, here previous roommates. They had convinced the Third Years previously seated next to Elsa that their desire to talk to her was worthier than the food itself. "Elsa, what's this I hear about you and Eli?" Eva asked suggestively.

Jean, the sensible one of the duo, cocked her delicate eyebrow. "I don't think that's the proper way to greet someone, Eva," she commented, dark Asian eyes crinkled in amusement.

"It's okay, really," Elsa replied. "As for my relationship with Eli-"

Rose cut in from across the table, a grin comparable to the Cheshire Cat's painted on her features. "I think they're soulmates."

Next to Rose, Evan snorted, "I can't say I don't agree."

"That's absolutely precious!" Eva squealed. "Just imagine, EliSa having deep, late-night conversations while drinking their favorite tea..."

"I thought it was ElJah," Jean interrupted.

Her four friends then began to banter back and forth on what the couple's name should sound like while mashed. Suggestions like DoubleEl were thrown into the mix and the fair haired French girl shuddered.

"You all need better pastimes," Elsa said, ending all conversation about the couple names.

Lucy sat a few seats away, but Elsa heard an obvious chuckle come out of the girl's mouth. She wasn't sure exactly what it meant but hoped it was from amusement and not snark. In my opinion, Elsa thought, Lucy's quite different but not all bad-natured. Elsa was taken aback when she was met by eyes that held an apparent dislike for her. Never mind, I take that back.

Scooping some mashed potatoes onto her spoon, she took a hearty but elegant bite. She nearly moaned in happiness at the creamy-textured food and then cut a piece of her chicken in earnest.

"Looks like Elsa's enjoying her food," Evan noted. Elsa threw a small grape at him from a dessert plate and it bounced off his shoulder. "Hey, this is not a playroom!"

"It's also not a place where you tease your friend's eating habits," Elsa retorted with zest.

Rose shook her head. "So passionate about noth-" the Sixth Year paused, interest suddenly captured by a figure at another table. Elsa turned curiously but winced when she noticed that it was Scorpius whom Rose was staring at. Rose wasn't one to ogle at Scorpius, but it was apparent that something had changed between the two.

"Did you mean 'nothing', Ro?" Evan asked, oblivious to the object of her distractions.

"Yeah," Rose confirmed, tearing her eyes away from her admittedly handsome classmate.

Elsa looked at Rose and then at Lily, who was longingly looking at Scorpius. This is going to be tough,Elsa frowned. She was closest to Lily, Rose, Roxanne, Molly, and Dominique out of the Weasley/Potter family and knew that the conflicting mutual crush was bound to make situations awkward. Lily was also obviously upset by how captivated Scorpius was with Rose.

Elsa's eyes flitted around the table, taking note of little details about her classmates she hadn't noticed before. It was a way of bonding with the others; by getting to know them indirectly, it's easier to know them upfront. Her attentions came to Reed Trent, the Ravenclaw team's Seeker. He was a Sixth Year who was friends with Rose. His sandy blond hair was tousled with an odd sort of neatness, his golden brown eyes sparkling as he laughed at something Rebecca Green (another Sixth Year Ravenclaw) had said. Little did he know that Elsa was seeing every occasional look that he threw at Rose; they were all very flattering and something most other girls would swoon over.

"This is all one big mosh pit of feelings," Elsa muttered quietly to herself.


Meanwhile at the Slytherin table, a bored Jack was sitting near by a still-fuming Nick, an annoyed Scorpius, a cheerful Emma, and an amused Liza. Also sitting by him were Claude, Kevin, and Scorpius' two dorm mates. "Can you believe the nerve of that prissy Elsa?" Nick said hotly, stabbing his food.

"Yes, actually, I can." Liza rolled her eyes. "You deserved it, Nick."

"Did not!"

"Does this argument tell you nothing?" Jack smirked at Liza's exclamation. Deep down he knew that she didn't hate being Nick's former step-sister - all that much, anyway.

"Liza's right, Nick!" Emma singsonged as Nick grumbled.

"Jack," Scorpius sighed sappily, "Rose and I are beginning to get along."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Beginning? You've been in the same circle of friends for ages."

"I meant that I think she may be interested in me."

Jack looked at the Ravenclaw table, searching for Rose's shock of red hair. He met Elsa's eyes and they sent each other a small wave. When his eyes came to rest on Rose Weasley, he saw that she seemed to be captured by Scorpius' presence at the Slytherin table. Huh, Jack thought. I guess that means that Scorpius was right.The normally exuberantly-happy teen winced a little when he realized that Lily was most likely coming to the same conclusion at that time, for she liked to gaze sickeningly at Scorpius at dinner.

"Yeah, Scorp. I'm happy for you, mate," Jack said truthfully. I'm just not happy that Lily's going to be with a broken heart if this works out.

Scorpius then started to rattle on about Rose's acceptance of the gift that "wonderful Lilykins" helped him pick out and Jack listened with half an ear. He focused the rest of his attention on the Great Hall and noticed Elsa and Elijah beginning to rise, leaving the Great Hall together to, most likely, arrange their living space.

With a scowl and his mind full of thoughts Jack muttered, "What a horrid way to start Seventh Year."