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Song: Let's Get Together
Arthur poked at his treacle tart despondently with his fork and let out a tiny sigh. Luckily no one noticed, seeing as the Great Hall was packed with students and the noise level had reached a dull roar. More packed than usual, as a matter of fact, seeing as Hogwarts was once again hosting the Triwizard Tournament. Students from Beauxbatons Academy and Durmstrang Institute were currently rubbing shoulders with the Ravenclaws and Slytherins respectively, their blue and red cloaks standing out from the sea of black. A quick glance up at the enchanted ceiling revealed that the sky was unusually clear and bright for a day in late December. Typical. Even the sky doesn't bother to reflect my mood, Arthur thought, bitterly stabbing his tart.
"Eesh, what'd that tart do, smack you in the face?" an obnoxiously cheerful voice asked. Arthur scowled at the second year boy sitting across from him. Alfred had sandy blonde hair, wide blue eyes, and an athlete's physique despite him being only twelve. He shouldn't have dared talk to Arthur, as he was a fifth year, but the fact that Alfred was his little brother meant that unfortunately, some forms of social interaction were required.
"None of your bloody business!" he snapped.
"Oooooh! Someone's cranky!"
Arthur growled in annoyance while Alfred's two friends - a crazy albino named Gilbert and an over-the-top Dane named Matthias - laughed as if it was the best joke they'd heard all year. "Do me a favor and sod off," he grumbled.
Alfred reached across the table and stole a piece of the decimated tart while neatly dodging the jab Arthur aimed at him with his fork. "Aw c'mon! What's wrong?" The older Gryffindor didn't answer, instead opting to look over his shoulder at the Ravenclaw table.
"I bet it's because he doesn't have a date for the Yule Ball!" Matthias laughed. Gilbert nodded in agreement and let out a hissing cackle.
"It's not that you tossers!"
"Ja? Who are you going vith?" Gilbert asked. "Alfred got a date! "
A condescending smirk flitted on the corner's of Arthur's lips and he glanced at his little brother, "Really?"
Blushing, Alfred looked down, "Y-yeah, I asked Natalia this morning."
"AND he's probably the first Gryffindor to date a Slytherin!" Matthias added.
"What about Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley?" Alfred mumbled between a bite of potatoes.
"...Dang, forgot about them," Matthias admitted. A pensive silence fell over the small group. The other diners didn't seem to notice them, which Arthur was grateful for. They all jumped as a cheer came from the Slytherin table. Ivan Braginski - this year's Durmstrang champion - gave a small smile as he walked up to his classmates and sat down.
"I hate that guy," Alfred growled unexpectedly.
Arthur looked at him in surprise. "Why? He seems nice enough."
"I dunno man, there's something weird about him."
"Weirder than you three?"
A venomous look was shot in his direction and Arthur chuckled. Much to his dismay a crafty look entered Alfred's eye and he said coyly, "Ya know…. I hear Francine still doesn't have a date for the Yule Ball yet~."
Gilbert and Matthias gasped at the embarrassed flush that covered Arthur face, "No vay! Arthur and Francine hate each ozher….right?" Gilbert asked. Matthias shrugged in bafflement.
"Yeah, sure, that's what they want you to think…" Alfred snickered.
"It's not like that!" Good Merlin, one of these days Arthur was going to put a body bind hex on Alfred. "And…. and even if, IF, I felt some sort of...attraction to her, she'd never agree to go with me…" The last part ended in a sad whisper. Blast all nosy little brothers!
"Hey, no one thought the Sorting Hat would ever get the mothballs to propose to the Scarf of Sexual preference, they've been married for...what is it? Twenty years? Thirty?" Matthias pointed out.
"AND no one ever thought that Zac Efron poster would recover from being a horcrux but it's still as beautiful and charismatic as ever," Alfred added.
Gilbert scoffed at this though. "Nah, all it needed vas some tape to fix zhat hole."
"Regardless, it wouldn't… I- she…" Arthur pushed his plate away and hid his face in his hands. "You don't get it…" The three troublemakers looked at one another for a second before a devious grin lit their faces and Matthias quietly stood and left the table. Alfred slid under the table and popped back up next to Arthur. Gilbert… did nothing, the lazy son of a warlock.
"C'mon, all you have to do is ask. The worst she can do is say no," Alfred encouraged. Arthur knocked away the hand he'd placed on his shoulder and scowled.
"No, the worst she can do is laugh and tell everyone she meets what an idiot I am," he countered. A loud bang made everyone jump again and look up in time to see Matthias run up to the table, throw a wand in Arthur's direction, and dive under the Gryffindor table. Arthur fumbled to catch the wand, which was slim and made out of a dark, slightly springy wood. He was trying to remember where he'd seen it before when a shadow fell over him.
Francine Bonnefoy was considered the most beautiful girl in school by many a student and staff, and not without good reason. Her chocolate brown hair was was tied in a tasteful French knot that it accentuated her fine features and rich blue eyes. These eyes were currently boring holes into Arthur's forest green ones. If looks could kill…
"Really Arthur? You're so petty as to involve younger students in our dispute? Tell me, what did you do to convince zhat boy to steal my wand?" she demanded. Arthur saw Alfred and Gilbert slip away out of the corner of his eye. Buggers.
"I, madam, had nothing to do with the theft of your wand. The culprit wanted to pin the crime on someone else and so threw it into my lap. Doubtless he thought you would assume that I had orchestrated the entire plot… which you did." The flush had faded from his cheeks. Good.
Francine held out her hand. "Very clever, Monsieur Sherlock. Now, my wand, if you please."
Arthur handed it over while trying not to shiver when her fingers brushed his. One more frosty look was exchanged before Francine spun on her heel to walk away.
"Wait!" The word sprang unbidden to his lips, and Arthur cursed it the next second. Francine looked at him from over her shoulder.
"Oui?"
"I...you…" Just spit it out! Arthur took a deep breath. "If… if you would like. Perhaps we could…. What I mean to say is that the Yule Ball is coming up and- and perhaps…"
While he had been stumbling with his question, a subtle change had come over Francine. A faint pink tinged her cheeks; her expression softened; and she turned around fully to face him.
"Arthur? What are you trying to say?" she asked.
Oh Merlin's teeth. Why couldn't he do anything right?
"Yes."
...What?
"I'll go with you to the Yule Ball," she leaned over the table just long enough to peck him on the cheek before sauntering back to the Ravenclaw table. Arthur sat there dumbfounded, ignorant to his brother's wolf whistles and the stares of other students. What in the Wizarding World had just happened?!
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