an. Harry potter and co. arent mine but icky, greta, Frida and Anna are mine so don't steal them. i am willing to loan out Frida for a small fee, any takers?no? oh well. this is my first story and i would really value your opinions so please R&R
Chapter 2
"no way."
Icarus looked up seeing where he landed up. In front of him stood four girls. Seeing who it was he was beginning to think he had lost all his luck. Three of the girls were in his house but the other girl he knew off. Frida Falling was the clumsy hufflepuff around and she was in her third year. She had sandy hair and pale blue eyes. She was small in statue but still managed to make a loud bang when she hit the ground.
Next to her was myrtle the glummest girl you have ever meet. She had pearly glasses and lanky brown hair. She was know for her wailing and he had seen her in action, she had actually cleared the common room of the ravenclaw tower.
Greta had shoulder length curly auburn and large green eyes. She was short but she pack a bit of punch. She was fiery and fierce, her temper was always getting her into trouble.
Lastly there was Annabella Bolts, who was the only one in his year of the bunch. She had dark hair and chocolate eyes. She had always been a loner and a hell of a lot of trouble.
"how in merlins in name did you become a prefect Black?" she stared at him.
He had been wondering the same thing. He smiled playfully at her. "Anna Bella." he said in a sing-song voice. She let out a low growl. "how little faith you have in me my Anna."
"I am not yours and it's Bell." she growled.
"I am in charge of you therefore you are mine Anna." he smirked. She glared taking her seat opposite him. The other girls followed suit continuing on like he wasn't even there. He sighed turning to look out the window ignoring the girls for the scenery.
"where were we?" Greta picked up where she had left off. "Tom is the handsomest man alive don't you agree?" she looked to me and I just stared back at her. Was she serious? Myrtle was baling her eyes out and Frida was desperately trying to calm her. Pointless really. "well?"
A snigger came from the corner and Bell narrowed her eyes at Icarus. She scowled.
"he's not my type." she said stiffly.
"but," myrtle snuffled. "he's prefect, sweet, handsome, smart."
Icarus snorted.
"what do you think so fun Black?" snapped Greta.
"your opinion of Riddle, its incredible stupid. The boys a scheming prat."
"what would you know?" she hissed.
He shrugged. "each to their own."