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"Saige Grace Stirling, has a boyfriend?!" Alex stated.

"Why the tone of surprise?" Saige replied, swinging her bat back to hit the approaching bludger.

"Oh please," Alex said as he eyed the ball flying back towards them. "Miss ice queen, heart of stone, do I need to go on?"

"No, I'm sure that will suffice," Saige huffed. "Can we go now?"

The two had been standing on the Quidditch pitch for an hour now, Alex insisting that they needed to get some practice in despite training being later in the day anyways. Agreeing begrudgingly, Alex mumbled something about needing to see a professor and wandered off hastily. Choosing to ignore her best friend's odd behaviour, Saige set off for her common room.

"Hey love," Teddy's voice suddenly filled the empty corridor as he pressed a gentle hand on the small of her back, kissing her temple.

"Hi," Saige smiled sweetly up at him. Teddy linked their hands and Saige pressed into his side as they walked.

"Cold?" he laughed.

"Alex had me out there with him for an hour hitting bludgers," she sighed, exasperated. "I swear that boy has a bloody death wish."

"He probably does considering that you look like you're about to murder someone," Teddy laughed. "What's wrong?"

As he asked the question, Saige was eyeing the second year Ravenclaw making his way over to the pair, panic set in his stride.

"Stirling!" the boy called out.

"What is it Macomber?" Saige asked, clearly exasperated. Teddy made a mental note to check up on her later.

"Wyatt Smith and Anthony White are fighting in the common room," the boy panted.

"Where's Boot?" Saige sighed, quickening her pace towards the Ravenclaw tower.

"Don't know, I just ran around until I found one of you."

As they entered the Ravenclaw common room, Saige had to immediately duck as a book sailed over her head. The room was a sight to behold. Feathers lingered in the air and their previous cushion houses lay ripped open on the ground. The tall bookshelves had entire shelves emptied, their paper remains scattered around the room. Best of all, two third year boys stood, facing each other off and casting clumsy spells. As eyes began to settle on the new arrivals, cheering and shouts quickly dimmed. Saige's icy glare had them rooted to the spot, all except the two fighting, too focused on dodging flying objects and wild incantations. 

"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" Saige seethed. Her voice cut through the room like a knife, the duelling pair suddenly freezing at the sound of their prefects tone. 

"Stirling-" one of the bystanders quietly spoke up.

"I wasn't asking you," she snapped. While she admired the girls courage, she was far too pissed to let the culprits wither into themselves. 

"Well?" Saige taunted. "Is one of you going to speak up? Or shall I ask Professor McGonogall to come ask herself?"

"All right," Boot's loud voice fumed from behind her. Nice of him to join the party. "You lot, clear out or I'll take away points."

The two prefects stood, arms crossed waiting for an explanation. 

"He's being a prat!" Smith suddenly blurted. 

"He's being an idiot!" White followed. 

"You're both Ravenclaws, aren't you?" Saige raised a brow. The pair nodded sheepishly. "Ok excellent. So would one of you like to explain to me why you're acting like a pair of bloody Gryffindors? Because being a prat or an idiot still doesn't tell me why you've destroyed the common room."