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Everyone seemed to let go in Hogsmeade. Amélie assumed it was because some students took it as as a trip to do whatever they wished. Amélie wasn’t one of them; she always did whatever the hell she wanted. But she had noticed the increased jabbering at the Grand Hall the following day after a Hogsmeade trip; juicy tales and swirling gossip of who did what and with whom. It was the very reason why she loved Hogsmeade, for it brought out the absolute worst in everyone.
She had made her way to the Three Broomsticks rather late that evening. It was already loud and bustling, slurred speech and shouting ringing in her ears as she grabbed her drink and seated herself in the corner. She didn’t remain unnoticed, but her demeanor was enough to deter most away from sitting beside her. Instead she watched, observed whom was conversing with whom, whose cheeks were the reddest, who had their arm slung over another’s shoulder...
Her eyes met another’s. It was brief, but enough for Amélie to look upon them again with more interest. She was certain the girl’s name was Belle or something similar. Amélie didn’t really know much about her except for that she was the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, and a skilled beater. She had inviting eyes and honey hair, and appeared to be more or less, a nice girl. Maybe that’s all she was; nice.
Amélie looked away. Her fingertips continued to trace over her glass, peeking down to see how much she had left. By the time she had raised her head again, she noticed a fair amount of commotion towards the area of nice Belle, who she could no longer see because of the back of some tall male’s head blocking her view. Intrigued, Amélie stood up, clutching her drink tightly in her hands as she approached the situation.
