Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hetalia. Creds to the creators. Although I've dreamt of having Roddy all to myself~

~Written by B.

I looked over at the next table. There he was, that one new student that came with that group. The rest of them were, how shall I say it? Very odd. Especially that new professor with the long blonde hair; he made me very uneasy. I had been seeing less and less of Ron and Harry lately, leading me to wonder what they were up to. They better not be causing trouble, I thought.

That aside, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I believed his name was Roderich, but I wasn't sure. I thought he introduced himself as such to the class, but he did have an accent. I couldn't quite place it, either. From one of the German-speaking nations, no doubt, but not Germany. I figured I would be able to ask him later.

If I could work up the nerve to talk to him, that is. I sighed, mentally scolding myself. No, he was just another student. Nothing special.

He was sitting with that one other new girl. Elizabeth? Something like that. She was quite loud and had a tough don't-mess-with-me air about her. They acted like they had known each other for a long time. They were only one table over. I could easily listen in on what they were saying. Maybe they would mention something about where they were from and why so many of them appeared at once. I leaned closer, telling myself that what I was doing was merely for the sake of research and not for the sake of hearing his voice again.

"And they were walking together and it was just perfect. I got pictures and everything!" Elizabeth(?) exclaimed, handing the blonde-haired boy beside her some snapshots. "The professor even got a nosebleed; you know which one I'm talking about." she winked.

"This is like, totally fab! Girl, nice job on the pics, you're like, getting so good at photography!"

"Still not as good as Kiku, but still," she gushed. "I can see so many potential relationships popping up. We've obviously been blending well, successfully "mingling" all the students here, if you know what I mean. I saw Feliciano crying a couple of days ago, wonder what that was about. When I find out who made Feli cry, they'll get a beating. He was so cute as a kid; I don't think he ever really grew up. He's so innocent, if he's getting picked on again, that'd be so sad. If it's something relationship-wise, on the other hand, I'm sure I'll get plenty of pictures~ I'm going to need a whole new scrapbook!"

"Like, you know it. I, like, saw this totally chic salmon-coloured one in town, I'll totally show you it when we, like, get the chance!"

"Feliks, Elizaveta." Elizaveta, that was it. "Would you both kindly quiet down? I am trying to study," he said softly, glaring at Feliks. He turned his attention to Elizaveta and a small smile danced on his lips. "Do draw less attention to yourself, darling, it's not ladylike."

"Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud, Roderich. Tell me that's not adorable!" she squealed, shoving the picture of Neville and some other blonde boy holding hands in his face.

"Mhm, that's nice." He went back to reading. I wanted desperately to see what he was studying. I wanted to study with him. I wanted to know what he liked and didn't like and what he was good at. I wanted to ki-no. I most certainly did NOT want to kiss someone whom I have never even spoken to.

I scooted back over to my original place. Pulling out my notebook, I scribbled down some… "observations." I knew how rude it was to eavesdrop, but if anyone asked, Elizaveta was being too loud NOT to overhear. Hm, what could I pull out of that conversation fragment? I was pretty sure Roderich and Elizaveta were together. Like, together, together. However, neither of them seemed very happy. They walked in the halls together all the time, but Roderich never held her hand or acted very affectionate. He always seemed to be preoccupied. Elizaveta, on the other hand, obviously loved him but I could tell there were a few traits she definitely wasn't happy about. Not like I made a point to follow them or anything but one can notice these things.

Another thing, Feliks was the girliest guy I had ever met.

And apparently Neville found a friend. Perhaps I should turn my attention to "social studies" more often.

A/N: I sincerely apologize for Hermione (yes, Hermione, if you haven't caught on. I just couldn't work her name into the story) being a bit creeper-ish here. But like any girl with a crush, she couldn't resist. Also, if the HP characters are a bit OOC, I'm sorry. The other authors have, but [promise you won't throw things at me] I have not read nor seen a bit of Harry Potter. Please do review! Honestly, it makes everything easier! How often you'll get chapters from me is directly related to the reviews. So go, sweet readers. I love you all.

~B