Willow Flameheart

*watches her retreat, then mutters* What's with her anyway? *shakes head and heads toward the Great Hall*

*I decide to skip the meal and head out to the courtyard to practice some spells.*

*spots her* Not again.

*scrambles to her feet, brushing dirt off her robes* Oh, you are going to regret that! *starts after her, but stops at the entrance, fuming* Coward! Can't even face someone you just attacked!

*I hasten to the Slytherin common room, where she cannot follow, wondering why she has me so vexed.*

*storms back to Gryffindor tower, muttering* That arrogant... I'll show her.

"Hello there! I’m Willow. Fancy a bit of magic?"

*I raise an eyebrow behind my glasses, tucking some of my pink hair behind my ear, my green-laced robe shifting about me.* Why would I, a Slytherin, engage with a Gryffindor?

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a sourpuss. It could be fun! Plus, I promise I won't hex you... much."