They're just some Americans

Chapter 5: The Battle of The Books

(Word Count: 2333)

George. The one person (Y/N) never made a good acquaintance with. She always wanted to have a good retaliation with students and peers in her year or the next year, but she never got the chance with George. She tried in her first year in herbology, which they somewhat discussed a topic they liked but he got pulled away by one of his friends. Second year, she tried discussing quidditch. She gave up at the beginning of her third year when he just became rude with others, and let it be the one student she could not get to have a nice relationship with as a friend. That year she meet Jack, a third year, like herself, who had an excellence in Potions and Defense Against The Dark Arts. When she met him, she was partnered with him to do a potion, and they really hit it off, being study buddies, practicing quidditch, and spending time with (Y/N)'s and Wilbur's friend.

George's and her relationship got worse as the months progressed. It was only when she got mad at how he was careless on letting down one of her classmates she waited for him to get in a hallway and punch him, which later got her into a fight which lead her into detention.

As the girl starred into his eyes, her eyes expressed, anger, rage, and a bit of sadness. If looks could kill, he would be dead. As she got up, she brushed the dust from fallen books off her shorts. Looking down at his hand that held the book tightly. As she grabbed a book off the self she hit him in the head hard.

"Ow! What the hell was that for!" He asked quite upset that she hit in the head for no reason. As pay back he hit her on the head.

"Ow! I hit you because you knocked both me and Tommy down with the stupid book cart that you shouldn't have been riding on like it was a car or something!" She semi-yelled. As the started hitting each other they spit out words not making sense and trying to accuse one of them for causing the books falling.

"Jeez," said a voice from behind George, "are you two going to fight and hit each other with book? Because that's really stupid." The voice sounded masculine and quite bored, so (Y/N) assumed he was a boy. As she looked behind George, it was in fact a boy. The boy wore black converse and a black shirt and joggers, with a cap on top of his head, which almost covered his dark brown hair, and his hazel eyes. He also had a southern accent. He looked quite the opposite compared to George. George had a light blue hoodie, and washed, blue jeans, canvas colored converse, and his signature clout goggles.

As she lowered the book, she sighed. "Why do you have an American with you?" She asked now quite genuinely curious why there were a lot of Americans around.

"He's just a friend I know, a family friend. None of your business." George pointed to her when saying "Business".

"Well he seems not happy to be here." She said, looking at the other's facial features, which expressed fatigue, boredom, and a little bit of sickness.

"That's because I'm jet lagged." He said.

"Don't be all rude about. I've been jet lagged before." (Y/N) said shaking her head. As the boy let out another annoyed sigh, he leaned against the bookshelf.

"Y'know, I don't really like your demeanor attitude, and how your being rude, to my friend." He said furrowing his brows even more.

"Can you shut it!" A voice came behind (Y/N). It was Tommy. How could she forget he was there.

"Tommy." She said with warning, to which he ignored.

"All you have been doing is leaning against bookshelves, complaining on how their fighting is annoying. If you were George's friend, you wouldn't be lounging around." Tommy said satisfied. As the boy laughed, it seemed like they were clearly upset by the comment directed to them. As he walked towards Tommy, he stopped right in front of him, and bent down a little. "Don't call me a bad friend and annoying." He smiled lightly.