Chapter Seven: "He won't know what hit him."
After Cassie had fallen asleep, Belle and I tucked her into bed and sat talking quietly on my bed. I had taken my dress off and was in pyjamas at that time.
"Bella? I need your advice. What does it mean, if say, I got jealous of someone, dancing with someone else, when that person had just asked me and I'd said no?"
"Well, that would mean that you liked that person who had asked you, but weren't ready to admit your true feelings, or were unsure of them. That help?"
"Yeah. Thanks. Anyhow, what was up with you, sitting on your own?"
"Oh, you mean when what's-his-face dumped me at the table and went off to dance with a ditzy Hufflepuff blonde who had not touched up her roots in what looked like a year?"
"Ooh, the kitten has claws." I grinned.
"And the kitten knows how to use them." She agreed with a wicked glint in her eyes.
"How about we totally bombard that Greg Pollard with evil little pranks? That sound good?" I asked, flicking my wand idly.
"Oh yeah. We can get him at meal times and in DADA. We have that with Ravenclaws."
"And we have Herbology with them." I added.
"He won't know what hit him." We both said in unison.
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