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Louis pressed his back against the cold hard wall, trying his best to steady his rapid breaths. He closed his eyes as he took in a deep gulp of air. 

Please say she stopped following me. 

After another few moments, he decided to muster up the courage and edged himself to the edge of the wall. He peeked his head out, examining the corridor to see if the petite redhead was still lurking about. He let out a long sigh of relief. She was gone. For now at least. The reason why Louis was currently pressed up against a wall and cautiously examining corridors was because of one reason: Allison King. Louis had dated her briefly for a few months and he had broken up with her recently. The only problem is that she's in denial and won't accept the idea of her and Louis being over. She decided she was going to follow him everywhere and anywhere. Louis literally had to sprint down three flights of stairs and down two corridors to get away from her. She was quick on his heels the whole time which is saying something considering there's almost a foot of difference between their heights. 

He turned his head and saw the familiar face of Alexandra Torres walking down the corridor towards him. It was as if a lightbulb turned on inside his head and he was suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. 

"Alex!" He called, running towards her. "I need your help."

For a handful of weeks now, Peter knew that he had a shadow. Now, if this shadow was a six foot tall man in a dark suit, he would have reason to be suspicious; but this shadow of his was much smaller. Much more.. fragile looking. She had been on his tail for a long time, and he figured she needed some closure; and that closure would have to come with confrontation. At least, the polite kind. In his suit, Peter stepped out onto the alley he always crossed on his way home, where he knew she would be waiting for him. This time around, he stepped carefully, looking around. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called out. "I'm no menace -- I'm not gonna hurt you."

Teddy sat in a heap on one of the couches in the Gryffindor common room, his robe lying in a ball beside him and his scarlet and golden tie hanging loosely around his neck. He let out a frustrated groan, flinging himself back onto the cushions. He ran a hand through his natural light brown hair, a key indicator that something was the matter with him. His day was going perfectly well- his hair had been a very vibrant shade of blue- right up until he saw the beautiful Victoire Weasley stroll into the great hall, hand in hand with none other than Connor McLaggen, the bonehead chaser on the Gryffindor quidditch team. That sight alone had been enough to dampen his spirits so he exited the great hall, abandoning his roast chicken dinner and headed up to the common room to sulk, his blue hair fading to its natural shade as he climbed the stairs.

He'd been friends with Victoire since they were both in diapers and he fell in love with her when he was fourteen. He never told her this of course but he knew deep down she didn't share those feelings. He wasn't the only guy at Hogwarts fawning over her though. Since she was 1/8th veela, her beauty was enough to have guys fall at her feet as soon as they laid eyes on her. But they didn't know Vic like Teddy did and he was sure Connor didn't know Vic like he did.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard approaching footsteps and he glanced up to see the familiar face of Carson. He did his best to send her one of his friendly smiles but he knew himself it wasn't believable. 

"Hey," he said, giving her a small half hearted wave.