Sofia gives him a bitter smile. “The day Liv falls for you is the day McGonagall snogs Flitwick.”

“Ah, you see – that’s what you think,” he wags his finger at us. I catch it and give him a skeptical look. He flashes us a brilliant white smile. “See? She’s already holding my hand.” Roger swiftly takes his finger from my grasp and intertwines them with all five of mine.
 
 
 
 
 

“Don’t go making fun of me now,” I taunt.

“But… I thought girls like you never broke the rules?” she smirks.

Oliver Wood, who just so happens to be seated behind us, leans in and says. “Oh, she’s not allowed to break the rules. I won’t allow it.”

I resist from giving him the stink eye.
 

“Please stop,” are the words that escape my mouth.

“Don’t hate me ‘cause you ain’t me.”

“Funny, because I hate you regardless,” Angelina intervenes.