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Fira 
Well...well...well...
Now it did not look like this girl was feeling all comfortable. She did not look annoyed either so maybe, yeah, maybe she was really a shy one as he thought first. This was a nice change after all the moody girls. Shy ones were not so bad at all. He smiled at the girl and it was a smile this time not to one of those smirks that he shot at almost every girl.
From now on he was going to be more picky about girls anyway. It seemed that was a must in Hogwarts, so he would be shot by a fire crab. About the real fire crabs, the creature ones not the girls Richard looked at his a bit. He did not understand why anyone would keep one of those as a pet but he could tell why they would stal the jewels.
''Maybe...'' he said now looking at her fire crab. ''But would not you prefer to feed me instead?''
*smiiirk*
Yes, he was smirking this time.
Harlow felt like her head was going to explode her face turned so ready as his last question. Was he flirting with her? No that couldn't be right. Boys didn't flirt with her. They always thought she was a cute kid and would she be so kind to talk them up to her cousin Willow or Paris. Never mine both girls were serial daters and complete man eaters. But a real boy flirting with Harlow, yeah that was a neat trick.
She felt the ends of her hair curling from the heat from her burning face. She coughed and swallowed a few times.
'Say something,' her inner voice hissed. But the connection between her brain and her mouth was misfiring as the boy smirked at her.
Oh Merlin if he would only stop smirking at her she might be able to string together a proper sentence,
"All I've got is a chocolate frog," Harlow winched as soon as the words left her mouth.
A chocolate frog! Did she forget she was 14 now and not still 11. Though she didn't look any bigger than the other first years she was in fact 14 and thus should be acting like a teenager and not a little kid running around with candy stuffed in her pocket. Now he was going to laugh and ruffle her hair and call her a
'cute little tyke,' while his eyes roamed for a proper girl to smirk at.