A/N: Well, I finished posting EMatIA (I suggest you check it out) and decided to post another chapter. Thanks for your review, goodgirl275! If you feel like reading more, here's another chapter...
Glares Across the Table
Summery: Love-hate relationships are dumb... or are they?
Bramble glared at the annoyed fourth-year across the table. Squirrel was larking about with her friends (Shrew and White) and her sister (Leaf). He was beginning to regret signing up for the newest prefect program, 'Troublemakers'. In an effort to calm down the troublemakers of the school, the prefects had decided to make an effort to look after one troublemaker each.
But how come he got landed with Squirrel?
Squirrel. The annoying, stuck-up brat opposite him. Squirrel. The childish, know-it-all redhead. Squirrel. The smart-alek, cheeky fourth year. Or, more plainly, Squirrel: the girl currently playing with her porridge, and landing more of it on the table then in her mouth.
The sixth-year sighed, and continued to glare at her from across the table.
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Squirrel laughed, waving her spoon around. A large dollop of porridge landed on the table with a splat. She giggled.
"Oops!"
She caught someone giving her the evil eyes opposite her; her mentor in the troublemaker program. His yellow eyes watched her, shielded slightly by a flop of dark brown hair. The younger girl actually thought it was rather cute, but she'd never let anyone else hear that.
Because she hated Bramble.
Bramble; her mentor. Bramble. The know-it-all, snobbish sixth-year. The party-pooping, rain-on-your-parade git. Bramble, the fun-sucker who never did anything!
She scowled at him back. He glared at her and she stuck her tongue out, waggling it. He rolled his eyes as if to say So immature! She took a large spoonful of porridge and flung it at him. It hit him straight in the face with a squelching noise, and he glared at her through his porridge-coloured brown locks.
She smirked at him, sitting back smugly and glaring back.
Her work here was done.
Sure
Summery: They passed in the great hall, not touching, but almost. They smiled across the Gryffindor table, not laughing, but almost. They watched for six years, never talking, until now...
Birch made his way into the Great Hall cheerfully. Making a headway towards the Gryffindor table, he expected to see his best friend Spider sitting there, and then slapped himself mentally. Spider had extra transfiguration revision with Professor Leopard Star. He sighed and sat down alone.
"Hey," came a quiet, cheerful voice. "Can I sit with you?"
Birch looked up and smiled at the white-haired girl in front of him. "Sure," he said, and budged up to make room.
He recognised her; they had talked once or twice. Her name was White, and if Birch remembered rightly, they had once been friends, years ago when they were six years old.
They sat in silence for a while, eating in peace. Then she turned to him, smiling.
"Hey, do you remember that time when we were seven and we went outside during a thunderstorm?" White asked, grinning. Birch nodded.
"Yeah! And we danced in the rain and you slipped over and got covered in mud!" he added, laughing. She laughed too.
"We used to be great friends, didn't we?" she asked. "Whatever happened?"
Birch shrugged. "Who knows? We can be friends again now, can't we?"
She smiled. "Sure."
A/N: There you go! And if you're interested, please vote on the poll on my profile!
Disclaimer: Don't own HP or W.