had predicted, Zoe and Erin didn't talk to her for the whole twenty-four hours after her argument with the blonde.

Not that she cared, for she was frankly quite glad that she got some peace and quiet in her dorm room - even if it did make things ten times more awkward.

Despite the deadly glares and the occasional middle fingers sent both Deanna's and Bella's way, the girls doubted that their roommates' rage would last. They both knew Zoe and Erin well enough to realise that whenever they disliked someone, it would involve giving them silent treatment, bitching about them behind their backs, and then they would most likely move on and become best friends with them again.

Arabella could only hope that their hatred didn't spiral into spreading rumours around Hogwarts; God forbid what would happen if gossip made its way to the Slytherins.

Deanna and Bella both had a free period that day, thus using it to catch up with dreaded homework and other responsibilities that came with being in sixth year. They were both sat on a wooden bench in a long corridor of the castle, scanning a Potions book as quickly as possible so that they could have more spare time to do whatever they wanted.

Before having to make their way to History of Magic class with Professor Binns, of course.

History of Magic was the only class that Arabella loathed - she even found Potions with Professor Snape more sufferable than listening to Binns' raspy voice. The redhead wouldn't be surprised if he was there to live through most of the topics she was taught in his class; he was a ghost that was clearly of a considerable age.

"Dreaming about me again?" George remarked, startling their friend as he abruptly placed himself beside her. Bella hadn't even realised that she was lost in thought before George had pointed it out, which happened far too often for her liking.

She shoved him playfully. "Yes, Georgie. I was dreaming about you." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes before turning her gaze to Fred, who stood in front of the girl with a beaming smile.

"What did I tell ya, Fred? Knew she was madly in love with me."

The comment earned him yet another shove from Arabella. "I really hate you sometimes, George Weasley."

"Likewise."

"Right, we best get going, Georgie." Fred suggested, slapping his twin brother on the back.

"Is that all you came over here for? To tease me?" She asked, rather disappointed. As much as Arabella loved Deanna's company, Fred and George were far superior in their abilities to make her happy - and definitely to make her laugh too.

"Well, we wanted to ask you if you would support us tonight." George replied sheepishly.

"Tonight?"

"Whoever wants to enter the Triwizard Tournament are going to out their names in the Cup tonight - and we have a plan to be able to enter even though we're not seventeen yet."

Bella raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Oh, yeah? And what is this marvellous plan?"

"Let's just say, it involves an Aging Potion and a whole lot of luck."

The Ravenclaw burst into laughter. "You two are complete idiots sometimes. I'll go, but not to support you. I'm just going so I can laugh at you when you fail."

"Thanks, Bella!" The boys said harmoniously, before walking away merrily until they were out of sight. They had left both Deanna and Arabella utterly confused, though they decided not to question it since Fred and George were generally confusing people.

"What the hell was that about?" Deanna asked through quiet giggles.

Bella's eyes didn't stray from her textbook as she spoke. "I don't know, Dea. But I've learnt not to dwell on whatever a Weasley says, because whatever comes out of their mouths - Fred and George's especially - is undoubtedly pointless."

"But isn't that why you love them so much?"

Only then did her blue eyes come in contact with her Deanna's. "Yes, exactly. That is why I love them so much. But that's only one reason; there are far more that hold more meaning as to why they bring me so much joy. I'm not going to bore you with talking about them, but I will say that Fred and George Weasley are the best things that have ever happened to me."

"Do you think they know how much you care about them?"

Bella nodded. "I'm certain that they know. In fact, I'm sure that they value my friendship even more than I value theirs."

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"Alastor Moody." The new Professor introduced, grabbing some white chalk and scribbling his name messily on the blackboard. "Ex-Auror, and your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me to be, end of story." He paused for a moment, observing the puzzled looks that surfed around the classroom. "Any questions?"

As Arabella gazed around the room (rolling her eyes as Fred winked at her), she was reminded of what Ron had told her earlier on that day. The fourth-years had a lesson with Moody prior, and the ginger boy had instantly ran up to his two older brothers - and Bella, who happened to be beside them - stumbling through his words on how Neville Longbottom seemed to be scarred by witnessing the torturing and killing of a large spider. Hermione Granger had added that the Professor used the Cruciatus Curse; the same spell used on poor Neville's parents.

Bella realised that their class with Mad-Eye would be similar, instantly regretting it when she raised her hand in the air. She bit her lip hard until it stung. "Is it true, Professor, that you made Neville Longbottom stand and watch as you tortured a spider?"

The man chuckled. "It's just a spider, don't get too worked up about it."

The redhead's brows furrowed. "No, it's not about the bloody spider. It's about the fact that Neville's parents were brutally tortured by Voldemort, and you have the audacity to make him watch as he experiences that all over again!"

Moody sighed, his fake magical eye rolling around. It made Arabella shiver. "Enough, Miss Flannery. That's enough for now." Bella nodded defeatedly, slumping in her chair. She decided to stay quiet since she didn't want to end up in detention with a man as creepy as Mad-Eye. "Can any of you tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

"T-Three, sir." Angelina Johnson spoke. The Ravenclaw envied her a little; she was quite possibly the best in the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Even though Arabella had always preferred to watch Quidditch rather than to play it, a small part of her wished that she would've took up the sport.

"And their names?" Moody continued, once again violently scribbling indistinguishable writing on the blackboard. The unpleasant squeaking sound of the chalk against the board grated through Bella's ears, making her wince and scrunch up her face in disgust.

"I know about one," Erin spoke, standing up boldly. "The Imperius Curse." As she stood, she scowled disapprovingly at Arabella, who had to restrain herself from yelling some snarky statement across the classroom. She never knew that her hatred for her two roommates could increase any further - until after the argument.

Erin and Zoe began refusing to speak to both Bella and Dea, (although the girl couldn't understand why Deanna had been roped into it, considering she hadn't done anything wrong), and started making continuous bitchy comments that were directed towards them, which only made the awkward situation even worse.

In fact, even when it came to going to their dorm room for some early-night sleep, Zoe and Erin continued to not acknowledge Arabella and Deanna - much to their confusion.

Even a day later, and the stupid act was still ongoing.

Mad-Eye Moody gestured for Erin to walk over to him. She did, proudly, with a cocky stride in her step that had remained within her since their third year. Glancing over to the brunette's current empty seat, Bella realised that the seat next to her was also unoccupied - the seat that belonged to Zoe. The redhead made a mental note to ask Erin later about her friend's disappearance, whether she wanted to talk to her or not, and then gave Deanna a questionable look when she heard the girl's glasses case bang against the table beside her.

"That's correct . . . Miss Martell, is it?" Erin nodded. "The Ministry got a lot of grief for using the Imperius Curse a while ago, and perhaps this will show you why."

Moody opened a bronze, rusted pot, smiling sadistically as he revealed a large spider that swallowed the palm of his hand. How many spiders does he have? Bella wondered to herself, remembering to the previous situation with Neville.

"Imperio." He murmured, laughing when the spider travelled by Mad-Eye's spell, landing onto the head of Roger Davies. He shrieked in fright, reminding Bella of how Ron would react whenever a spider would find its way into the Burrow. Having spent many summers there, she was used to his fear of spiders, and would frequently have to dispose of them since the fiery-haired boy would refuse to do it himself.

Only when Roger begged the man to get it off of him did Moody subdue his excitable laughter, placing the spider rather forcefully onto the table where it lay wriggling about. "Can anyone tell me the second Curse?" He scanned the room rapidly in search for raised hands, but found that nobody's hand went up.

Eventually, George's hand raised swiftly, waving his arm around as Mad-Eye took a dull moment to become aware of the boy's attention grabbing. "Yes, Weasley. Let's hope you're not as much of a coward as your younger brother was when I attempted to teach him."

Bella saw George's fist tense at Moody's remark. "There's the Cruciatus Curse, I think." Most eyes in the room turned to him. "Don't ask how I know that, but let's just say it involves a ripped textbook and an incident at the Ministry." He rambled, making Arabella scoff through a giggle. He sat down beside his twin brother, and they high-fived smugly.

Moody nodded. "This one's the torture Curse. Anyone volunteer to get a closer look?" He said through a laugh - the same consistent sadistic laugh that echoed around the room every time the noise escaped his thin lips. When nobody agreed to his offer, he shrugged, tapping the spider with his wand just once. "Crucio."

Loud squeals of pain emitted from the spider, and Deanna and Arabella exchanged uncomfortable stares when the mysterious man seemed to be enjoying his rather unusual lesson. He noticed the displeased look on the Ravenclaw's face; the corners of his mouth curling upwards as he put the tortured spider into its small bronze pot. "Why don't you tell me the last Curse, Miss Flannery?"

"It's the Killing Curse." She choked out. "But I'm not going to allow you to do that to another spider. Surely Professor Dumbledore isn't allowing this?"

"Well, he--"

"I'm sorry, Professor, but it's clear that none of us are enjoying your lesson, and we're all quite uncomfortable. I thought you would get the message the first time, by Neville's reaction - that no student wants to see something tortured and killed, regardless of whether it's a spider or a human being. This is not learning, this is done for your own psychopathic pleasure, and I highly suggest that you go find another subject to teach."

Before Mad-Eye could shout at her in reply, or issue her a detention for the rest of the year, Bella got up from her seat and exited the room. Many were left dumbfounded, Moody included, that Arabella Flannery had done such a thing. But while the Gryffindors were left perplexed and rather amused, the Ravenclaws had a new-found pride which seemed to be shared throughout ominous stares across the room.

In her fit of anger, she stormed down the corridor for what she realised was the second time that week. In doing so, she found herself being forced backwards by a hard push on her shoulder; somebody had bumped their shoulder against hers. "Sorry," replied a deep voice, laced with a Bulgarian accent. Viktor Krum.

"Oh, hi Viktor." Bella greeted, attempting to make conversation with the eighteen year old. The first thing that came to her mind was Quidditch, surprisingly. "I hear you're the Seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch team."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking me for an autograph?" He said, chuckling in disbelief.

"Oh, uh no. Sorry, I'm not that interested in Quidditch." She laughed nervously. "If I was though, I would probably support Bulgaria."

"Is that because you saw me at the World Cup?"

"Yes, how did you know?" She questioned sceptically.

"Because you were the first person I saw as I flew out into the stadium."

My babies have finally met properly ;)

Viktor sounds a little flirtatious but I promise you I'm not trying to make him seem that way, although I kinda think that's just his normal personality aha.

What should Arabella and Viktor's ship name be? Vikabella?? Ariktor?? Idk I'm bad at ship names