She was a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor.
❝Will you stop being a bitchy tosser, Hope?❞
❝Will you get yourself a new haircut, Potter?❞
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❛❛You make my heart shake, bend, and break. But I can't turn away, and it's driving me wild, you're d...
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THE NEXT MORNING WAS VERY BUSY, WITH THE FIRST DAY OF THE FIRST TERM IN FULL GRIND. Students were loudly talking and laughing as they walked to their classes. Teachers helping and guiding the students to their classes. And first years wondering around trying to find their classes. Blaire Hope wasn't any of those-she stood with Harry and Ron, watching the crowd of first years and other students weaving their ways to class. It was pretty funny seeing the confused children and new pranksters that will take the place of Fred and George Weasley.
"Ha!" Blaire laughed. "Look at the kid," the brunette pointed out, looking at boy going into the girls' lavatory.
"Potter," Professor McGonagall's voice called out to Harry. "Oh, this can't be good," he mumbled, leaving Blaire and Ron behind.
Harry and McGonagall's conversation only lasted a few moments as he came back, dragging Blaire and Ron with him to Potions.
"I don't want to take Potions," Ron complained. "As much as I hate to agree with Weasley, but I second that," Blaire added in.
"There's Quidditch trails coming up. I need to practice," Ron stated.
Blaire laughed, "Ron, are you sure you know how to fly?"
"Yes, I do," Ron answered. "Do you, Blaire?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
"Since you know how to fly why don't you try out for Quidditch. Unless, you're lying and you can't really fly," Ron taunted.
Blaire rolled her eyes," I do know how to fly Weasley, I rather watch Quidditch than play it."
The trio had made it to Potions, as Blaire was not really feeling it to attend Potions. The only thing good about Potions, Blaire thought to herself, is that Professor Snape isn't teaching the class.
"Harry, my boy," Slughorn greeted the raven-haired boy. "I've been beginning to worry. You brought friends with us, I see."
"Ron Weasley, sir," Ron introduced himself. "But I'm dead awful at Potions. A menace, actually so. I'm probably just gonna-"
"Nonsense, we'll sort you out," Professor Slughorn waved him off.
"Blaire Hope, professor," the brunette introduced, smiling. "I just hate Potions," she shrugged.
