Many things happened during that school year at Hogwarts. Even without the American Dragon and Huntsgirl there, it still would've been just as exciting. And dangerous.

Katie Bell, seventh year student from Griffindor. Cursed with the Imperius spell and an opal necklace laced with Dark Magic.

Draco Malfoy, sixth year, Slyterin. He had tried to sneak into Professor Horace Slughorn's Christmas party, so she noticed firsthand. He was obviously under much psychological and emotional stress. Slashes across his entire body with a curse from another student in the haunted bathroom on the third floor. Luckily professor Snape came in time to heal his wounds, otherwise he surely would've died from the blood loss. Another misfortune after the other…

Huntsgirl stood still, lost in her thoughts, leaning against a pillar in a shadowy corner. It was one of those rare moments where she was less alert, which is why she was startled as someone spoke.

"I'm telling you, Harry, that girl is gonna kill me!"

"Well, to be fair, you kinda did this to yourself."

"Girls." The other voice responded, disgust creeping up his voice. "Who needs 'em anyway? I swear they're all insane." They came into view right then from around the corner and they froze when they finally noticed her there. She recognized the two boys instantly. One of them was fairly tall, with bright red hair and a freckled face.

Ron Weasley, sixth year, Griffindor, Prefect rank. Poisoned this winter in aforementioned Potions teacher's private chambers.

The other had dark messy hair and a pair of round glasses. He wasn't close enough for her to confirm this, but she was sure his eyes were green. She heard enough to know this one's name.

Harry Potter, sixth year. Griffindor. The rumored Chosen One.

"Um. Hello."

She silently nodded in acknowledgement but moved no further. The boys paused before getting closer, steps cautious. They were probably too wary to act as if she was just a random passer-by, they felt obligated to acknowledge her presence, like most of the castle's inhabitants felt. As they came near, Huntsgirl noticed how pale the Prefect was. She looked at him with cold eyes and they both tensed, ready to bolt.

"With that kind of attitude, no wonder you're getting whipped." She cut through the deafening silence with a dismissive brand of pity.

Ron went beet red at that, both from shame and annoyance. "Oi, like you have any room to talk!" He then caught himself from blurting anything further as Harry stepped on his foot.

"Sorry, he's just bitter because of girl problems."

She snorted and crossed her arms. "I've noticed."

Ron rubbed his cheek in annoyance at their chosen topic. "Well, face it Harry, it's not like your love life is much better than mine."

Harry could only grumble, a morose cloud now on his face. "At least I don't avoid my own girlfriend because she's so disgustingly clingy."

"At least I have a girlfriend! Do you even fancy anyone now? Or are you still hung up over Chang?" Ron retorted.

Cho Chang, seventh year, Ravenclaw. Boyfriend killed two years ago during the Triwizard Tournament by the Dark Wizard Voldemort. Had been in a (rather short-lived) relationship with Potter afterwards, the last person who had seen Diggory alive. (And it didn't seem like it had helped her trauma in any way, seeing as it was the boy's first relationship, and inexperienced people who didn't know what they wanted tended to make a huge mess.)

Damn, she was right in the middle of a soap opera.

Harry seemed to struggle with something, but in the end decided not to voice it. At the lack of a hostile response, Ron just slumped his shoulders, losing the wind in his sails.

"Why do relationships have to be so difficult?" He asked. He let himself lean against the wall and bumped the back of his head against it a few times.

Blue eyes lowered to the floor, Huntsgirl kept herself from saying anything. Both boys ended up on either side of her as Harry too leaned thoughtfully against the cold stone.

"Yeah."

Yeah, good thinking, Harry. Better not tell your pissed-off best friend that you're crushing on his little sister. You have some self-preservation instinct, after all!

Relationships, man.

Hah, I guess due to my non-existent love life and my geekery over OTP and "FEELS" is what makes me come back to talk about relationships. IDK, character interaction is just so fascinating to me.

Also, teenagers. /eye roll/