I sighed as I scribbled down another bullshit sentence for my Potions essay. Professor Hodgkins would probably see right through it, but it was due tomorrow. I cursed myself for having forgotten about it. I now felt vaguely like a hypocrite, but I hadn't meant to forget about it. Professor Hodgkins was so boring, and I had been thinking about Gryffindor's quidditch practices again.

I fingered my snitch necklace as I sighed again. I hadn't taken it off since I had gotten it almost two months ago, and I still hadn't figured out who had given it to me.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice broke me out of my reverie.

I looked up, startled, but then relaxed. "Oh, hi, Louis. What's up?"

He just chuckled as he sat across from me. I was sitting at a small table towards the back of the library. "Well, I was reading, but some annoying person keeps sighing. D'you happen to know whom that might be?"

I blushed. "This stupid Potions essay on Polyjuice Potion is due tomorrow. I'd completely forgotten about it!"

Louis chuckled again. "You? Ms. I-have-to-have-everything-done-on-time?"

I scowled. "If you're here to tease me, I suggest you leave."

He smiled at me as he propped his head up with his hand. "Sorry, love."

"Whatever." My eyes slipped back down to my essay. "I hate Potions."

"How much longer do you have to write?" he asked.

I measured. "About a half an inch."

He scratched his head as he snatched the paper away with his other hand. He scanned it quickly. "You forgot to add that the smell and taste of each brew change depending on the hairs added."

I groaned and snatched it back from him, scribbling this information down. "I'm such an idiot! Bless you, Louis. I owe you."

He grinned at me. "Actually, you can repay me now."

I blinked at him. "What?"

"I need your help." His usual easy demeanor vanished and he looked nervous. "You see, there's this girl I really like and she's in Gryffindor and, well, what I'm trying to say is will you –"

"No!" I squeaked, and then clapped my hands to my mouth. He looked confused. I took a breath. "I don't like you that way, I'm sorry!"

He looked confused for a moment longer, but then burst into laughter. He only quieted when Madam Pince shushed us. "Sorry," he said in a low voice, wiping tears from his eyes, "but it's not you, love."

I blushed. "Oh."

He patted my hand. "No, it's your friend Georgie."

I looked at him in shock. "Georgie?"

He sighed dreamily. "Yes."

I was floored. Did Georgie like him back? I thought back to the past couple of months. She had been quiet in his presence, but then again, she was naturally a quiet person. She blushed, but she also did that quite frequently anyways. I shook my head and decided I would interrogate her tonight.

"Lin?" Louis waved his fingers in front of my face. "Caroline?"

"Huh?" I came out of my thoughts. "Sorry, Louis, I was just thinking."

He waved that comment off. "So, will you help me?"

I looked at him suspiciously. "How?"

"Her birthday is on Halloween, right?" I nodded. He continued, "Ravenclaw always throws this dance in the Charms classroom on Halloween. I wanted to surprise her with a cake and a present there. I need you to help me set it up."

I twisted a strand of hair in my fingers. Halloween was next Friday, so it was possible to pull this off. "Okay."

He beamed at me and hugged me. "Thank you, thank you!"

"SH!" Madam Pince looked at us with a warning glare.

I gathered my stuff and left the library. Louis wasn't far behind. "Will you go to Hogsmeade with me then, tomorrow?"

"Sure." I nodded. I looked slyly up at him. "You really like her, don't you?"

He smiled. "I really do, Lin. I really, really do."

I quickly concocted a plan in my mind. "Do you mind if I invite the Gryffindor house to your party?"

He looked at me blankly. "Well, for one, it's not really my party, it's –"

I cut him off quickly. "Great, we'll be there."

Over the next week, I could tell Louis was regretting his decision to ask me for help. I poured all my energy into perfecting this party, effectively taking it over from the Ravenclaws.

Oh yes, I thought to myself, This will be a night to remember.