OMG! I feel so bad for you guys . You are probably all dying to know what happens . Oh well, anyway, here it is

I scoot out of my seat with a long creak of the chair legs against the blue stone. I grab my book bag then give Jack one last look right before I bolt, he looks like he is about to cry too. He's a sweetheart. I run to the door and before I leave I turn around and give one final glare to Madame Loisel.

I don't want to take any extra time to get to the Head Mistress office so I run. I don't realize until I get to the grand staircase that I don't know where it is. I decide that it would be somewhere central so I travel to the middle of the second level. I walk down to corridor quickly so I have to double back when I realize I just walk past what could only be the door to Madame Maxime's office. I look at the door. Just as all the other doors in the palace, it is made of a rich chocolate mahogany. It has beautiful, intricate carvings all over it. Just above my eye level is a golden plaque that read, "Madame Maxime, Directrice de L'académie Beauxbaton de la Magie". I assume this said she was the Head Mistress, it seem authoritative enough.

I knock hard on the thick mahogany. "Come in! It's open!" booms Madame Maxime's deep voice. I slightly push on the door and enter. When I walk in, I am expecting something along the lines of a large, antique desk but instead find a large, baby blue lounging couch with only one arm rest sitting in front of a large blue stone hearth with a fire raging inside. (A/N: I know it is called like sage lounge or something like that but it is spelled differently. Help!) Madame Maxime is laying on her side on the couch with one arm over the arm rest. She is gazing into the fire.

"Hello Ms. Weasley, I was expecting you."

"You were?" I intertwine my fingers behind my back and grit my teeth. I am so scared.

"Yes. Well, I just want to tell you not to worry about Madame Loisel, she is no better than the Wicked Witch of the West." I giggle. I remember Aunt 'Mione telling me that story.

"Well, besides the hag, how has your first day been?" She pats the spot next to her on the couch. I sit lightly on the couch Indian style.

"Oh it has been great! I love my classes. I met a strange boy though on my way to Herbology. It was rather unsettling."

"Oh dear! You wouldn't happen to know his name would you?" She grips my hands in hers. It is weird to be talking about boys with the Head Mistress.

"Well, he told me it was Laurent Conrad." I say.

"Oh, that old prankster? Don't mind him." She waves her hand as if fanning his presence out of the air. The only problem is, is that I can't seem to get the strange encounter out of my head.

"I will try."

She cups my cheek in her hand. "Okay dear. I won't make you go back to the pointless wand holding lecture. Just go do whatever you want, just watch out for the old hall monitor Duke."

I get up and start to collect my stuff. "Who's Duke?"

"The most obnoxious mutt to ever live. Well, not mutt, pure bred miniature poodle actually but Merlin is he annoying." I giggle again.

"Thank you so much Madame Maxime, you are a life saver." I say just before I leave. I give a feeble wave then jump out of the room. I already have a plan forming for what I am going to do until it is time for my next class. I step out into the bright August sun and jog down to the tree where I last saw Laurent.

I sit under the tree and get out my sketchbook and start to draw. I don't really think about what I am drawing until I start to realize what form it is taking. It is Laurent. I scoff and slam it closed. Severely miffed at myself, I fold my arms roughly and pout so much that my lower lips sticks out. Why do I find him so fascinating? I find that I can't answer this question so I continue sulking in the shade of the tree.

I am extremely bored so I take a couple golden strands of hair and start attempting a fishtail braid. I have only ever seen my mother do it for my sister just before they leave for Hogwarts so it is hard. When I get to the end of the hair, I am satisfied with my work. It isn't that bad.

"Hey Angel." I jolt. I look up to Laurent. He is so tall. His dark, slightly wavy hair is flipped over his pale face. He has light brown freckles dappling his long straight nose and a square jaw. He looks way older than 12.

"Hello Rent." I say.

"Already have a pet name for me do we?"

"I was only joking." I say feebly as I gaze into his mysterious black eyes. It is almost as if he has no white in his eyes. I have to shake myself. "How did you get out so early?"

He sits beside me and rests his pointy elbows on his bent knees. "I could ask the same for you. Well, I have my ways. The teachers tend to be rather fond of me."

"Oh." I reply simply.

"Yeah, especially old Monsieur Balon; He's an old family friend." I nod. I can't really think of anything to say. "Well, how was hell with Loisel?" I scoff at his use of a curse word. My mother would have spanked him. Actually, I think his use of the word is justified. The class was heck.

"Well, she sent me to the Head Mistress because I wasn't paying attention in class. And how did you know I was there?"

"I could tell by your face. Anyway, she sends someone to old Maxi on the first day every year." I nod. She seems like that type of person. "Why weren't you paying attention, thinking about me weren't you?" I blush. Rent meant it as a joke but that is exactly what I was doing. "Oh, don't be embarrassed." He drapes his arm over my shoulder. I blush even more. "I tend to have that effect on girls. I make them weak in the knees."

I look up to him. This is strange. He starts playing with my hair. I narrow my eyes at him. He has definitely moved onto the pedophile category. He is giving me the creeps. I know I should shake him off but something inside tells me not to. I don't know why, but he is fascinating with his sarcasm and confidence. And his eyes, they are so dynamic like the deepest roaring ocean amidst a storm.

There is a bang as the large mahogany doors bang open. I jump up like a startled cat. Rent gets up slower. We brush ourselves off as people pass. I stoop to grab my book bag but Rent gets there first. I straighten up, tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and take my bag from Rent.

"You know, I still don't have your name Angel."

"Chantal Weasley. You can call me Chan."

"Chan... Well, I like Angel better. I hope I get to see you here later." He bends over and kisses my forehead. I freeze up and my eyes open huge. Definitely a pedophile. Who does he think he is? Kissing a little girl. Tsk. You know who he is, a cute guy. You should embrace it.I roll my eyes at myself. Sometimes I can be so stupid. I unstuck my limbs out of their locked state and continue onto Muggle Studies.

The rest of my day is, again, spent thinking about this guy. I don't understand my fascination for him. It just doesn't make sense why I am so obsessed with him. He is a sarcastic jerk, a pedophile, and delinquent. This is all so silly. But for some reason, I can't seem to shake myself out of the strange state of obsession. There must be something wrong with me.

I know what you are thinking: CREEPER! Well, their attraction to each other will be explained. It is actually really cool. Anyways, I hope you liked it. PLEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEE E review, it would make me soooo happy! :D Love you guys

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