Since being back at Hogwarts for her fifth year she had found the constant eyes on her exhausting. Who knew dating Marcus Flint would be such an issue for people? Well, she did, it's why she had kept it a secret last year. Why she hadn't even said anything to any of her friends. She was thankful her friends weren't acting differently, the same couldn't be said for the others in her house. As she had sat down, a few seventh year Gryffindors had moved away. House rivalry was serious, and she had committed the ultimate treason, or at least that's how they acted. Alicia thought everyone had lost their minds. Acting like the very people they hated. It had gotten quiet for a few moments before the annoying whispering started again. Her head turned to see Higgs. She moved her stuff to the side, a curtesy. It only caused more whispering. ❛ Afternoon Higgs, charms essay, followed by probably shouting at the three idiots acting like American muggles in the 17th century. ❜ She pointed her quill lazily at the Gryffindor seventh years who were now glaring at her.

Long since had Terence gotten over the bitter rivalry between the house of the snake and the lion, after leaving the quidditch team one may seen he had seen the light. It hadn't gone unnoticed all the looks the group had gotten, the sneers of disapproval from their own respective houses alas the boy didn't care. He had seen the news coming a mile off, he had known Flint since before Hogwarts - that twinkle in his eye - the momentarily lapse of breathing every time she was near. He saw the Spinnet-Flint duo a mile away, and he was happy for his friend - truly. But he was still sussing out the little lion for himself, he found her - refreshing? that much was clear. even having to stifle a laughter at her comment about the American's. an odd comparison but as he considered it further he found it to be quite true. ❛ they'll come around eventually.... ❜ hopefully, otherwise there would be another kick off between the houses, something he personally didn't want to happen. ❛ that or they'll find a-way to break whatever love spell he has you under. ❜ Unrolling his paper on the alchemical studies of goblin metal, hoping to revise it. ❛ Whatever comes first really innit? ❜