"Soft and sweet, lions feet, good enough to eat, so glad we meet... Uhhhh," Amany grinned sheepishly and scrubbed the word out, "met, I'm so glad we met." He paced back and forth while pondering the stars that glowed on the Ravenclaws' ceiling. "Now it doesn't rhyme," he pouted. "How about..." hummed Catherine as she rose from her chair and slinked over to Amany, "taking a seat."She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and with her body pushed the dashing Hufflepuff onto the sofa.
Catherine Schlarb was, in three words, a boss ass bitch. Hailing from a rich wizarding family in Tasmania, she had had years of form magical training before she arrived at Hogwarts that very year as a magic exchange student. Her specially designed curriculum contained 7th level Charms, 6th year Herbology, and she was so advanced in Transfiguration that she was the first student to ever try the (beta) Pensive classroom. In this classroom, memories of the greatest wizarding minds teaching classes were experienced by students who were completely finished with their formal training and were now learning about the abstract realm of each subject. Not only was she smart, though. She had enough natural beauty, with strange features not often seen by the students of Hogwarts,to draw the envy of even the higher level girls in every house, the wit to banter with her professors about wizarding politics, current events, and the overwhelming homework loads, all the while maintaining an impressive, well muscled physique that earned her the spot of a Ravenclaw beater 3 hours after she first walked through the doors of Hogwarts. Not to mention, the finest arm candy that had walked the halls since the days of Cedric Diggory.
Catherine and Amany, the two made a striking pair. At first there had been suspicion and resentment, the cutest Quidditch player in the third year being snatched up by this foreigner just one month after her arrival would cause some ripples, waves even. But, after seeing them together, even the most spiteful girls had to admit, it was like they were made for one another. Amany was quirky and charming in a way that even the aristocrat raised Catherine wasn't. Standard of a Hufflepuff, he was unwaveringly loyal to her, and her brilliance reflected in his eyes even when he wasn't with her. Unlike anyone, he could make her laugh; not that eye squinting, mouth smirking laugh that everyone else evoked, no. When Catherine was with Amany, her head was constantly reared in laughter, her eyes sparkled and she became a more joyful, less stressed version of herself. They were clearly infatuated, and were always seen sneaking around after curfew, going on picnics, and other generally romantic, sickly sweet things. That's why it seemed the world had been jolted when they broke up, and no one had been jolted more so than Catherine herself.
