A small introduction and Red versus Green

Gellert Grindelwald glanced around the Great Hall, then took the place next to Albus. He decided that Gellert looked even better up close so that his sharp jawline and European features could be appreciated. As the native, Albus felt obliged to introduce himself first.

"Hello. I'm Albus, a seventh year." he extended out a hand.

"Hi, I'm Gellert...Durmstrang boy." Gellert said, in surprisingly perfect English. He had a slight European accent that caught his last words into an attractive drawl. His large hand wrapped around Albus' in a firm handshake.

"So... come here often?" Albus grinned, slowly taking his hand back. He swore to Minerva later that day he'll never ever wash it again.

"Yes, at the weekends I pop over after I've done pilates." Gellert smirked, the sunlight caught his eyes making them shine an extraordinary shade of turquoise. "Actually, I have family around this area, so I visit whenever I can" a moment passed by, "Ever been to Scandinavia?"

"Never." Albus shook his head, "...I'd love to though."

"Why don't you?"

"Well... If someone could give me a good enough reason." Albus looked into Gellert imploringly then glanced away quickly.

Gellert rested his elbow on the table,"So, how about-"

"Hey! Come on we've got potions." shouted Jacquelyn Blackwood, a stocky brunette Slytherin girl, she walked up behind Gellert and tugged on his sleeve.

"Oh! Morning Jacquelyn." Gellert said with fondness in his voice. He got up then turned his back on Jacquelyn, "I'll see you later I guess." he said quietly to Albus, his hand ran coyly through his golden hair.

"I'd like that." Albus nodded, he smiled up at Gellert.

"Come on let's go!" Jacquelyn snapped, she took Gellert's hand and began walking out.
"We don't talk to Griffindors, Gellert!" she hissed, as if she was his mother that caught him with his hand in a jar of Every Flavour beans. The pair joined a group of Slytherins and they marched out of the hall.

Albus sighed loudly and rested his head on the table. "What a bitch." came a disgusted voice from his right. He turned his head, it was Cecilia McLaggen.

"Yes. Yes, she does rough people up on the wrong edges." he mumbled, Cecilia nodded approvingly.

"I can't believe her." Cecilia McLaggen carried on, "She literally pushed Minerva off her broomstick on Monday -We would've won!...I'll beat her up so bad, even her own mother won't love her. Then I'll get her wand and crush it to a million..."

Albus supressed a chuckle. Cecilia never had been able to leave her captain persona on the Quidditch field. Despite not being academic, Minerva had become close friends with her. Being the Griffindor captain suited Cecilia completely; she was made up of every Griffindor trait. She was extremely warm; treating strangers as if she was their best friend. Her confidence and daringness meant she was adored by fellow Griffindors. To boot it off, she looked amazing in scarlet red, clashing with her green eyes and cropped blonde hair. But she could also be arrogant and incredibly reckless; but being fiercely loyal, she would only vent out her temper on the other houses. Albus had heard mutterings that Ravenclaw and Slytherin were in competition to knock Cecilia off her broom.

"...yes! Then hold them right up to her eyes!" Cecilia finished off triumphantly, her ears were burning red. Albus picked up a copy of the Prophet and fanned her with it. "Oh! Cheers." said Cecilia, remembering that Albus was right next to her. "Anyway..." she said swiftly, "What was Gellert Grindelwald like?"

"He's... alright." said Albus. Cecilia nodded. She looked down at her breakfast, a thoughtful look glazed over her face. She chewed her lip a little,

"I'm not so sure." she said after a while. "I mean... He comes here out the blue from Durmstrang. He's Jacquelyn Blackwood's cousin-"

"Her cousin?" Albus interjected, surprised.

"Yeah." Cecilia shuddered, "... And he's been sorted into Slytherin." Her lips twisted as if the word tasted sour.

"Being in Slytherin doesn't automatically make someone a mass murderer " said Albus exasperatedly, "You just don't like the other houses."

"I'm always impartial!"

"Mmn." Albus hummed unconvinced, through a sip of pumpkin juice. Cecilia sighed and carried on eating her forgotten breakfast.

"Better not puke that up later on the pitch." sneered a deep, male voice. Albus and Cecilia looked up. It was Edmund Caldwell the tall, dark and muscular Slytherin Quidditch captain.

"Can you turn around, I'm trying to eat my breakfast." she snapped at him, focusing back on her half eaten bowl of porridge. He glared intensely at her.

"Oh! Gregory Guildings stepping down as the Minister of Magic." Albus piped up, pointing at the front page of The Prophet. Neither Cecilia or Edmund paid attention to him, "So who-"

"Still bitter about losing on Monday?" Edmund shot across the table.

"You prick" Cecilia seethed under her breath. She stood up and dropped her spoon back into her bowl. It slowly and smoothly sunk to the bottom of the thick porridge, obviously not making the dramatic impact she'd hoped for, she slammed her hand heavily on the table. Reverberations were sent down the through the hall, drawing all the students eyes to Cecilia.
"Oh for fuck's sake. Not Cecilia." Albus heard his Herbology professor mutter from the Hufflepuff table.

"You think you would've won if Blackwood hadn't pushed Minerva off her broom?" Cecilia's voice boomed. Albus could hear the clogs spinning as everyone casted their mind back to the match earlier that week. In unison the Griffindors curled their hands into fist whilst Slytherins exchanged self confident smirks to one another.

"Teaches mudbloods and that filthy half that they shouldn't be on brooms then." Edmund spat back, his face went red. The Hall, including the professors had stayed silent but a quiet gasp escaped from them in unison. Their glances shooting from Cecilia to Edmund like watching a tense tennis rally.

All eyes were on her as Cecilia's hand slowly wandered into her pocket whilst her green eyes stayed transfixed on his. Albus looked down at his shiny prefect badge and he could hear Minerva's shrill voice telling him to stop her, it doesn't matter what he said, just stop her. As much as he wanted to keep the peace, he also wanted to see blood drip from Caldwell's nose.

The headmaster suddenly stood up, this only drew a few student's attention, "Cecilia McLaggen! Don't you dare thi-"

Albus stood up abruptly, Cecilia nodded at him.

"Oh no! Albus Dumbledore! If you even-"

Too late. Their wands were already out.

A/N

Hello! Thank you for waiting so so long for this chapter... I HATE IT I've written and re-written and re-written and re-written and re-written this so many times. I hope that you didn't find it too awful, it's a bit of a filler chapter to be honest. I think I hated it because it was missing Minerva and Albus interaction which I loved in the first chapter.

A big thank you to Minervathefeline- you're incredibly encouraging thank you! (and why lawd why did you Battle of the sexes have to be a one shot); darbear- the things I'm going to make Albus go though mwahaha...; eternal vampire thank you for a lovely review; powerthemoon thank you so much.

Until the next chapter (which won't be that long I promise and hopefully won't suck as much as this one)..

Thanks for enduring this chappie ~dumplingdoo