Weell somebody had woken up on the bad side of the bed AGAIN, hadn't she? And she had chosen to sit next to him. He took a deep breath, trying his hardest to combat a little blush luckily the Gryffindor banners would detract from that ever slight blush that crept onto his cheeks. Heh. He never thought that he'd be so grateful for Gryffindor red.

Simon eyed Agatha carefully from his periphery vision (though it didn't give him much to work with) so he ended up turning to face her. His blue eyes widened when he saw that she was glaring at Newell. WHAT? WHAT? Agatha didn't like Newell? How could that be? Simon paused and looked down at his notebook. Well it could just be Agatha being Agatha or it could be that Agatha... OH SWEET MERLIN! Did.. Did Agatha have a crush on.... Was there some sort of secret race for Grayson going on here that he didn't understand.

Girls.

He'd never understand them.

"Hello to you too sunshine. Whatcha thinking?" he asked breaking the dreaded silence.


Before he had time to hear Agatha's response someone else had called out to him. Simon turned his blue-eyed gaze to a very familiar boy he'd seen in the Common Room. Oh hey there stranger! So his name was Jonas? Cool. He felt sort of bad for not knowing his name earlier but hopefully they'd have time to hang out next year, right? "Nice to meet you, Jonas. I'm Simon. Can't believe the term's over," he said frowning slightly.