I woke up the next morning, remembering we didn't have classes today, but I was getting ready for the try outs. I was greeted at the end of the stairs by Fred who seemed to be in a bit of a daze.

"Good morning Fred, how are you?"

He turned around sharply, "not so good, our chaser has recovered, so there are no try outs anymore. How'd you know I was Fred? Our own mother gets us mixed up most of the time."

I just smiled at this, "I guess I'll just have to try out next year, and that's my little secret," I said with a wink.

"Would you like to walk to breakfast with me? George and Oliver are already there, and I can't guarantee there is any food left, if Ron is."

"Who is Ron?"

"Ron is my little brother, he eats way too much, and well, quite frankly we don't have to worry about him starving."

I laughed and put my arm in the loop Fred made with his and we walked to the Great Hall together. As soon as we sat down, George leaned over and whispered something in Fred's ear, which he just nodded to and made a 'hmmm' sound. I looked on puzzled, but I quickly began to eat. I found myself looking around for Marcus, and I could feel eyes staring at me, so I turned back to the table.

"Looking at our lovely scenery eh?" came a spiteful little man voice behind me.

"Who are you, and do you have to be so damn rude?"

"I should be asking who you are," I looked to the guys and all of them could have killed this boy, if looks could kill. He was skinny, very pale, and had platinum hair, with cold grey eyes. I already didn't like him; I hope he doesn't push my buttons.

"I don't think I'll disclose my information to a wormy little boy like you," and I noticed Oliver had a puzzled look on his face.

"That's where you're wrong mudb…"

I stood up and already had this boy's collar in my hand, "I swear to Nicholas Flamel if you finish that word, Ill kick your ass so hard, your dad will feel it."

I let go of him as soon as I saw Marcus heading my way, he turned to the boy then glared at him.

"Draco, stop fucking with everyone, it's quite annoying."

Draco turned and walked away but, Marcus stood before me looking pleased.

"Thanks Marcus, I was about to stomp that mother fucker into a bloody pulp."

He just let out a laugh, "I won't be there to save him next time then, you have a good day Anya."

He turned and walked away while I sat back down to be greeted with three really puzzled faces.

"How do you know Flint?"

"Why was he being nice to you?"

"What the hell were you doing talking to a Slytherin?"

I was bombarded by many questions and had no idea how to answer them all.

"I met Marcus, who I'm guessing is Flint, on the train. We are buddies; I suppose that's why he's nice to me. Is there something wrong with having a friend in a different house?" Now I was the one looking puzzled.

"Gryffindors and Slytherins are known to despise each other, hence why Oliver and Flint hate each other, their rivals," came Fred's voice from my side.

"Flint is a vile, evil guy, he'll just use you to get what he wants, which I bet are Quidditch secrets, and drop you like a bad habit…"

"After humiliating you of course,"

"Thanks Gred,"

"Anytime, Forge."

The twins looked rather pleased with themselves, and Oliver just stood up and left.

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