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The Christmas holidays finished almost as quickly as they started, and now everyone was back at Hogwarts. The Great Hall had taken down its magnificent tree, much to everyone's dismay, and the ribbons and mistletoe that had lined the halls had disappeared.
Regularity returned to the students. They quickly adapted back into their habits and school routines. The Christmas spirit seemed to fade from everyone — everyone except Laurence. He was still jovial that Christmas had come and gone, yet he couldn't seem to let go of the fact that his parents had gone to Greece while he was, "Left stranded all alone." It was all anyone heard about whenever they were in proximity of him. Laurence's dramatics further proved that normality was restored.
More proof that order had been reinstated was the dynamic between Fred and Eleanor. Fred's visit during the holidays was full of laughter and smiles. Hell, for a moment Eleanor thought that Fred wasn't half that bad and maybe, just maybe, they could have gotten along.
Potions class proved otherwise.
Despite Eleanor's internal pleas to God, Snape's seating plan remained the same. He further delighted in torturing her by making the class do a surprise test on the first lesson back. She hated that man more than anything, and you could tell by the grimace on her face whenever she looked at him.
When they were halfway through the test, Fred made it his key mission to annoy her. "Elle," Fred whispered, leaning in to her. Her eyes remained on her work. "Elle," he repeated, more loud this time. She made no sign of acknowledging him.
It was when Fred hissed her name for a third time that she finally looked at him, annoyance in her eyes. "I'm concentrating," she hissed.
"I'm bored and I want someone to talk to," Fred complained quietly, resting his forehead against the wooden table. She glanced to his parchment. He had only filled out 10 answers out of 50. Despite his act of being daft beyond compare, Eleanor knew that Fred was actually pretty smart. He probably knew most of the answers to the test, but because of his boredom he neglected to do it.
"Talk to someone else, I'm not interested."
"Trust me, I'd much rather talk to anyone but you, but you're the only person within whispering distance."
"Nice to know I'm first choice," Eleanor said harshly, shooting him a piercing glare. He smiled happily back at her. "If I'm really the worst option to talk to then go sit over there," she encouraged, her voice overly enthusiastic at the idea, pointing to an empty desk next to Angelina Johnson.
