Bite the Bullet
Edward Parkinson had always prided himself with being a ladies' man. He'd always considered flattery and flirting to be a natural talent of his. He'd liked Michele Evermore since sixth year but had never thought to approach her. There was something terrifying about laying his heart bear in front of those deep brown eyes… Now his mother was insisting that he start searching for a bride before "all the pure ones" were taken. Perhaps, he would just have to suck it in and ask her if he didn't want to end up married to a half blood or a Gryffindor.
Break the Ice
Talking to cute boys is difficult but very necessary for a young lady of 12, Pansy had decided. She had told her friends this many times but could not serve as a good example, to her own embarrassment. But really! It wasn't her fault that Draco Malfoy was so snide and un-responsive to female attentions. They had walked around each other in circles last night in the common room and he had thrown his head back and she had fluttered her eyelashes but neither of them had found anything to say to break the ice. Why were boys so difficult?
Knock on Wood
Theodore arrived at the lad mid-experiment. He was greeted by one of Karkaroff's harassed-looking assistance who led his through to the observing platform where the Head of Laboratory Staff presided over some eerie ritual.
"Mulciber, I thought you'd forgotten."
"Sorry, Igor, had an errand for the Lord. How far in are we?"
"The boys have completed the pentagon; I will have to step in soon."
Theodore traced his wand through the air causing particles to sparked and glow. "So far so good."
Karkaroff grimaced. "Go nock on something wooden before you mess everything up."
Mulciber smirked. "You and your superstitions."
Off the Hook
The two third-year Slytherin boys dashed into one of the dungeon corridors and slumped against a dead-end wall. They could barely see in the dark.
"We weren't supposed to get caught," Evan mumbled.
"I didn't think we'd run into that stupid cat?" Avery protested.
The sudden lumos that lit the corridor in a pale-blue light made both boys jump and swirl. However, instead of seeing Filch, as they\d expected, they were greeted by the smirk of one of their housemates.
"Snape! What are you doing here?"
"Questions later, Rosier. Come on, I know a short cut to the common room."
Back Seat Driver
Bellatrix had always considered herself competent in what she did and hated being treated as a child or someone always needing guidance. Regardless of the fact that the wizarding world was mainly patriarchal. Therefore, she abhorred those mission – and there were several of the sort throughout her early career – where she would have to wear a charmed earring through which she would receive "instruction" throughout her mission. When it was the Lord himself – which only happened once -- she didn't mind. Even Antonin's instruction wasn't irksome. But Malfoy! Her brother-in-law really new how to take the joy out of everything…