Disney Hogwarts

Chapter 8: Monday, October 23, Hufflepuff Common Room Anna Arendelle

Giselle Andelasia lounged across a sofa in front of the fire, her pink nightgown cascading onto the floor. "I just don't know, you guys," she complained as she pushed back a curtain of long, orange hair. "Should I stay with Edward?" Had Edward been here, the thought never would've crossed her mind. She'd be seated on his lap cooing and cuddling until Professor Odie, the head of Hufflepuff, told us all to go to bed. But he was out of sight in the library, cramming Professor Clopin's History of Magic exam, and so he was out of Giselle's mind.

Snow White sat on an armchair beside her sofa, her legs crossed and her back straight. "Well, gee," Snow tittered, "Do you love him?" I frowned, though Snow probably thought I was smiling seeing as my legs were on the back of my armchair and my head was on the floor, my braids trailing on the plush, yellow rug. Of course Snow would believe the problem was only a matter of love. Of course she would see a relationship as black and white, you love them or you don't. She had that confidence because she was in love. I'd love to have that confidence and that love.

Giselle sighed and rolled over to stare at the wooden rafters. "I mean, I certainly like him a lot. But I don't think I should stay with him unless he's my true love."

Snow frowned and turned back to her knitting. "When he's your true love, you'll know."

"UGH!" I groaned, kicking my legs forward and doing a backflip so that I was kneeling on the floor. "At least you both have someone! I just want to go on a date! I want to go to Madam Puddifoot's for Valentine's Day!"

"Oh, Anna!" Snow cried as she immediately sunk to the floor and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "You'll find someone! Your true love will come eventually."

Giselle sat up on the sofa to smile at me. "Anna, we aren't all as lucky as Snow to meet someone in our third year, fall in love, and decide to be together forever and ever. It's only our fourth year. Take me for example, Edward may not be The One. But, hey! What about Kristoff?"

I glanced at Kristoff, who'd just come back from the Forbidden Forest and was covered in mud and pine needles. He was my fellow beater on the Hufflepuff quidditch team, and he was nice enough, just a bit of a loner. I watched him carefully as he stalked up the stairs to his dormitory, ignoring us, and shaking the pine needles out of his dirty blond hair and onto his broad, muscular shoulders. "Nah...Kristoff and I are good friends. Not much more. And we are too mean to each other on the quidditch pitch, so I doubt we could be all lovey-dovey like you guys are with your boyfriends." Snow and Giselle shared knowing looks and sly smiles, but to their credit, didn't say anything else about him.

"What about Peter Pan? You guys are close, and think of all the ginger babies you could have." Giselle offered.

I shook my head. "No, we're friends and co-presidents of the Ginger Club. Can't jeopardize that." Snow pouted a little, still a bit hurt that Giselle and I were in a club she couldn't be in. Really, it was kind of unofficial. Peter and I counted every ginger at Hogwarts as part of the club, whether they knew it or not.

"Well...?" Snow puzzled over the matter for a minute. "Well... maybe someday your prince will come. I can't think of anyone else who would be a good match for you, so I can't set you up with anyone."

Just then Nakoma Bedard and Kocoum Apaumut walked in, bickering in hushed tones. Nakoma hissed, "But don't you see? Sitka is right, we have to help!"

"See?" Giselle asked me, gesturing grandly to them. "You can be in love and still bicker every now and then. Maybe you and Kristoff could make it work!" I scowled and pulled her onto the floor with Snow and me, the three of us giggling together on the rug.

Kocoum caught sight of us and stiffened like a hare that caught sight of a wolf. Nakoma brushed past him uttering, "Shh! They're too young to know!" He gave a small, almost invisible nod before briskly walking up the stairs to the dormitory in an attempt to appear calm, controlled, and innocent. Snow and Giselle paid them no mind, but I watched them curiously. Couples don't just act like that for no reason, whether in a fight or not. They had a secret. I intended to find out what it was.