bright | g. weasley

Five

The next day, there was a great buzz around Hogwarts. The Gryffindors all seemed a little perkier and even some students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were still chatting excitedly about the Quidditch match. The Slytherins were all pouting at their table, most of them glaring into their breakfast and sending the occasional sneer over to the Gryffindors.

Bridgid walked into the Great Hall with Rionach, the two of them chatting animatedly about their upcoming Charms essay. Just like Bridgid, Rionach was very fond of charms and excelled in it. Although her other classes were a bit spotty, she always excelled in the one class. The two girls had grown up rather close to each other. They didn't ever meet until they both started at Hogwarts, as Rionach was a Muggleborn, but they lived on opposite ends of town.

The girls were just about to make their way to their table when a Slytherin boy caught Bridgid by the elbow.

"Erm, hello," Bridgid said, her loud Irish voice filled with utter confusion. She wondered if Fred or George had pranked this boy and now she was going to be receiving the brunt of his insults.

"Hello," the boy-- Adrian Pucey, as Bridgid now realized-- replied. "Can I speak with you for a moment?"

"Um, I suppose so."

Rionach didn't move. Her gaze fell harshly on the Slytherin boy and he shifted uncomfortably where he stood.

"Can we speak in private?"

Rionach raised her thick brows at Bridgid. Bridgid returned with a shrug.

"I'll be fine. I'll meet you in a minute." The other Irish girl sent one long-lasting glare at Pucey before nodding and walking away to sit with Angie and Alicia.

"Can I help you with something?" Bridgid asked nervously as she turned back to the Slytherin Chaser.

"Um, yeah. I was just wondering, uh, if you'd like to go on a date with me sometime?"

Bridgid sucked in a sharp breath. "A date? You're asking me on a date?"

"Well, yeah. I just thought, you're really pretty and you're pretty good at Quidditch. And I'm pretty good at Quidditch, too..."

Bridgid gave him a pointed look. "Um, I can't," Bridgid said, her eyes shifting around. She saw that Fred and George were watching this interaction curiously. She sent them a look, screaming for them to come and rescue her, but the daft idiots seemed more interested in if she might punch him or do something else to make the boy cry.

"Why not?" Pucey asked, grabbing her attention again. She sent a quick glare to the twins, who finally seemed to get the message, and turned back to Adrian.

"Um, because, I... uh, because--"

"She's got a toe injury," George said as the twins entered the conversation.

"Huh?" Pucey asked, understandably confused.

"Actually, it's because I'm dating Fred," Bridgid said quickly.

"Huh?" the twins asked in unison.

"Yes. I'm dating Fred. That's why I can't go on a date with you."

The twins caught on rather quickly. "You're trying to ask my girlfriend out?" Fred said, shoving his pointer finger into the Slytherin's shoulder. Pucey calmly pushed him away before taking a step backward, his eyebrows scrunched together like he couldn't believe it. 

"Um, sorry, Weaslebee. I didn't realize you two were an item."

"Damn right they are," George nodded matter-of-factly. "I catch them snogging in the common room all the time."