A Slytherin and A Ravenclaw

The first thing she noticed about the ravenclaw, was that for once a book in a claw's hands was not one full of words and knowledge. But rather carefully studied drawn pieces of art. Well, it must be true not each house was what their house motto said. Morrígan herself was a blood purist and was the only female on the house team as a beater, even worse oh my!

Realizing she was staring at the girl like a creep, morrí felt heat crawl up past her undone collared shirt. She just could feel her house prefect's prudish glare as he was a pompous arrogant windbag truly dedicated to his cause of her hitting him relentlessly in the family jewels. Quite a favorite hobby of hers really, she thought as she stuck her hands in her pants pockets while aimlessly wandering towards the school.

Sadly, she didn't have the reflects of a keeper or chaser or seeker, because then she might've noticed the human sized missile running her direction...Okay, we all know that claw was the real distraction...beautiful pale skin, glasses perched just from falling off the tip of her no-... The very air was knocked from morrí's lungs as her personal demon aka best friend tackled her from the side where her eye was still half blind from the latest quidditch practice and squawked in a rather embarrassingly loud way that echoed clearly across the school grounds causing heads to turn...including hers...

A grunt of pain was the last noise from Morrí as her best friend Allegra from Hufflepuff prattled in her ear about the latest gossip aka her boyfriend hunt while she herself felt like she was going into that thing from that one muggle movie...'Bambi?' "Twatter-patted?"