𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ☆ᵈʳᵃᶜᵒ ᵐᵃˡᶠᵒʸ☆

11. "Attempt to 'woo' you."

Hormones were so abundant they were practically flying off the walls.

Dumbledore called it love. "Love is in the air," he would sigh as he dazed at the young students tripping over themselves through their nerves and feelings.

What he called love, Sophia called hormones.

The students had become addicted to the idea of finding the perfect date. New couples were being announced and suddenly a lot more people were sneaking out after dark to 'study'.

Students were all focused on their plans of asking out their crushes or wickedly attempting to manipulate theirs to ask them. They were all acting insane. Correction: they were all actually insane.

Sophia has already overheard five different groups of girls talking about seducing older boys, two girls discussing love potions and so many crying girls that she lost count. And it was only noon.

Soon she was going to be driven into insanity herself.

"I hope Christopher asks me," Daphne sighed as she plopped herself down on the black leather couch of the Slytheirn common room. "I think he actually might. We talked an exceptional amount in muggle studies class this year."

"What kind of things have you talked about with him?" Imelda questioned.

"School mostly. He always asks me about my thoughts on each topic and sits next to me in every lesson."

"But isn't he your assigned partner in that class?" Sophia lifted a brow.

"Yeah but he really does like and respect me. I can just tell. He never invades my space and listens to me when I share my ideas."

"So, the bare minimum?" Sophia tried not to judge Daphne but rather just how low the bar was set for the male species.

"Not many people even fit the criteria for the bare minimum. So yes, I find delight in his compliance with it. He respects me."

"He called you a whoring slug last year, Daphne," Ismelda looked concerned for her delusional friend.

"And he cracked that egg on you during second year," Sophia added.

"Out of all the girls he chose me to crack an egg on." Daphne insisted. "Besides mother always said that boys tease the girls they like. So clearly he likes me."

"Actually that's a very toxic belief that breeds an abuse tolerating notion into young-"

"Nope," Sophia was interupted. "I'm all for forward thinking and feminism, but at the moment I will cling onto every piece of hope that my crush is interested in me. Even if every fiber in my being tells me he doesn't I will cling onto a mustard seeds worth of hope that he might ask me out, because I am not mentally stable enough to let it go."

Ismelda smacked her forehead with her hand.

"Moving on, has anyone asked either of you yet?" Daphne diverted the attention off her.

"I've already been asked by a few guys," Sophia leaned back to get more comfortable on the couch. "I haven't been asked my anyone I'm really interested in yet though. I'm keeping a list so I don't lose track."

"I haven't been asked yet," Ismelda shared. " I'm contemplating asking someone myself."

"Is there anyone you would want to ask?"

"Well..."

The two girls looked at their friend and waited for her response.

"Hannah Abott."

"YOU'RE GAY!?" Daphne yelled excitedly.

Sophia sat were she was as Daphne hugged her friend.

"I'm glad you felt comfortable with sharing this with us, but," Sophia bit the inside of her cheek. "She's a half-blood, your parents would kill you if you went out with a half-blood. They wouldn't even care about her gender if they found out."