Lily had every single one of her textbooks spread out on the floor around her. She was flipping through the index and jotting down spells on a roll of parchment. I wanted to help, but when Lily was in her jive, there was no stopping her.

“Just call her butter, Lily’s on a roll,” Clara stated.

Violet has arrived at Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Now she gets to parlay with her fellow students...

Black laughed. “Yeah Evans, why don’t you just say what you were going to say now? Just don’t make us blush too much. You know how modest and sensitive we are…”

He looked at us, and his smile only got wider. “His hormones got the better of him… blame the testosterone.”

Violet goes on her first date...and things go in an unexpected direction.

“Uh...I pictured you with no hair.”

I took one look into those grey eyes and stepped backwards out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

“Stella!” I exclaimed. “A rag of yours is sitting on the sink.”

Black smiled. “And Jesus said, if someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also.” He turned his face so that I could potentially hit him again.

Violet finds herself without the mask and vulnerable.

“This is the first conversation we’ve ever had, Black.”

“Well now that you mention it, I’ve got a bone to pick with you. I’ve never actually run into a portrait of you, so I’d like to know: What kind of name is Hufflepuff anyway? I mean, what exactly is a Huffle? And how do you puff it?”