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"I can take whatever you have to give, Georgie~" Helena was not helping herself by antagonizing the famed prankster. At least his revenge would be something to look forward to, she always did enjoy his trickery. When Helena turned away from George and found Angelina watching her with mischievous eyes, the oddly colored witch immediately stepped backwards. "Um, what's that look for Angie?"
The other female didn't say a word, merely taking Fred's arm and guiding him away from the pair. Once they were far enough, Angelina leaned back in beside Fred's ear and whispered. "Think so, huh? Maybe we should play matchmaker, eh?" She's always getting herself involved in situations like this, unable to resist. Meddling in George and Helena's lives could turn out ugly, though. She didn't think to consider that. Just because she and Fred assumed they'd made a good couple, doesn't necessarily promise that they would.
* * *
Draco's laughter ended abruptly by Aria's boldness, her willingness to confront him in front of the crowd. Rather than submit to her authority, Draco scoffed and tossed the Remrembrall into the air, "You dare to speak to me like that?"
This time another student protested against Draco and to his dismay, it was Harry Potter. "Leave her alone, Malfoy."
Unable to reply, Draco just glared angrily at the glasses wearing lad.
"Give it back," Harry commanded as he reached for Neville's trinket. "It's not yours."
Once again laughter erupted from within Draco, his frown expanding into a wild grin. "You know what, Potter? I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Surprising everyone with unexpected grace, Draco tilted his broom upwards and hooked his foot onto the end, simply sliding away into the air with perfect balance. "How about the roof!?" He shouted, having flown high above their heads, playfully tossing the fragile ball with little concern to if it broke.
The other female didn't say a word, merely taking Fred's arm and guiding him away from the pair. Once they were far enough, Angelina leaned back in beside Fred's ear and whispered. "Think so, huh? Maybe we should play matchmaker, eh?" She's always getting herself involved in situations like this, unable to resist. Meddling in George and Helena's lives could turn out ugly, though. She didn't think to consider that. Just because she and Fred assumed they'd made a good couple, doesn't necessarily promise that they would.
* * *
Draco's laughter ended abruptly by Aria's boldness, her willingness to confront him in front of the crowd. Rather than submit to her authority, Draco scoffed and tossed the Remrembrall into the air, "You dare to speak to me like that?"
This time another student protested against Draco and to his dismay, it was Harry Potter. "Leave her alone, Malfoy."
Unable to reply, Draco just glared angrily at the glasses wearing lad.
"Give it back," Harry commanded as he reached for Neville's trinket. "It's not yours."
Once again laughter erupted from within Draco, his frown expanding into a wild grin. "You know what, Potter? I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Surprising everyone with unexpected grace, Draco tilted his broom upwards and hooked his foot onto the end, simply sliding away into the air with perfect balance. "How about the roof!?" He shouted, having flown high above their heads, playfully tossing the fragile ball with little concern to if it broke.