Amelia snuck up on Catherine as she released her enchanted paper airplane into the night. "What," she quipped, leaning out the window, plucking the folded paper out of the air, "is this?" Catherine rolled her eyes, all the while mentally cursing the sly seeker, "You already know Amelia, it's a love note..." With forced casualness Catherine reached for it, hoping that her half-truth would satisfy the curiosity of her best friend. "A love note, yes... but for whom?" Scampering out of her reach, Amelia's graceful fingers danced along the folds of the parchment and she raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her friend. "What ever do you mean?" asked Catherine, her heartbeat quickening. She silently prayed her friend not read it and discover what Catherine had written inside. She couldn't expect Amelia to understand, Catherine hardly understood herself. Amelia was a good friend, and a valuable asset for someone who had an only 'satisfactory' grasp of Divination, but she could easily turn on you, if hurt, and Catherine wasn't ready to find out if what was written on the note would cost her her friendship. Amelia may have been chosen for two houses, but Hufflepuff wasn't one of them.
" I mean," said Amelia, her face breaking into a wide smile, "is it for that sweet, loyal, puppy dog Eli, or hot and steamy Eli?" She cackled and threw the airplane into the air, where it proceeded on it's enchanted path out the window. Catherine breathed easier, "What is that supposed to mean?" She closed the window. "It means, that I saw you two tangling tongues in the common room last night, don't pretend you don't know." She was dancing now, leaping and spinning in graceful circles while smoke hearts shot out of her wand. Catherine grudgingly admired her friend, "I did not teach you that chameleon spell so you could spy on me, I taught you so that you could find out more about that Ethan Ramos." "Ethan Ramos," Amelia halted dramatically, "practices hair growth spells with his friends," she shuddered, "Ive seen things I can't unseen. Also, he has a D in Potions," she dropped her jaw for her friend so she could see just how mortifying this fact was. "A.D." Now having figured out the charm her friend was using, Catherine's wand too, began to shoot smoke hearts into the air. "That's too bad," Catherine remarked, "now we won't be able to go on that double date to The Three Broomsticks you were talking about." Secretly, she was overjoyed by the fact that she wouldn't be going on that date. Lately, her dates with Ethan had felt strained, as if every piece of interesting conversation had been pulled from the air and the only things left to talk about were Quidditch and classes. Thanks to conflicting practice and homework schedules, she hadn't had too much time to confront this, and, for a while, she felt that she could keep going on physical attraction alone; last night had been a prime example, but today she had met someone that was forcing her to work through her feelings, making her brain hurt in the process.
"Well you never know," Amelia said... "I may have someone new in mind." She cast a seductive glance over her shoulder, into nothingness. "Oh really" Catherine feigned interest, unsurprised by her friend's rebound. "Yes. You've heard of him: James Potter."
