A deep growling sound made it's way involuntarily from her throat as she stared at the shy Hufflepuff and cheerful Slytherin conversing. Eliot's eyes narrowed at Newt as he let out a light laugh, scratching the back of his head and blushing profusely.

An ugly, spidery feeling of jealousy settled uncomfortably at the pit of her stomach, and her insides churned like a raging sea was crashing against them. Were they flirting? Right after Newt had almost kissed her yesterday? No... That can't be it. Could it?

Deep breath Ellie, he's not your boyfriend.

The dark haired Ravenclaw forced her eyes away from the scene, taking a deep breath. She was getting mad for nothing; for all she knew they could be having a normal conversation. They were friends, after all.

But the blush on dusting Newt's face didn't help her uneasiness.

"Did you just growl?" Fleamont asked incredulously, looking up from his history textbook.

"No!" Eliot snapped, glaring down at the table.

Fleamont raised a brow, setting down his textbook and lazily resting his chin in his hands. "What's wrong?"

Eliot paused for a moment before sighing, rubbing her temples tiredly. "I, just.." She started, closing her eyes. "I need a distraction."

A mischievous smile made its way onto Fleamont's face as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Ooh, I didn't know you were that type of girl, Beverly," he teased.

"Oh, can it Potter!" Eliot complained, but she couldn't help the small smile from stretching her lips.

"See! I'm great with distractions!" Fleamont proclaimed, smirking in triumph.

Eliot chuckled weakly, allowing a small smile to cross her face. Maybe Fleamont was right, maybe this was what she needed right now.

So, with a smile, she reached over and closed his History textbook, startling the dark haired boy.

"Actually, how about we take a break?"

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"Up!" Eliot cried, growing more and more frustrated as the broom didn't budge. "Up you stupid broom!"

At this the broom suddenly jerked out of her grasp, turning upside down and smacking her in the face before falling limply on the ground. Fleamont snickered at Eliot's shocked expression from beside her.

Unlike Eliot, Fleamont was an experienced quidditch player, and was currently lazily hanging off his broom upside down. The said boy was now watching Eliot in amusement as she tried and failed to make her broom fly.

"You having trouble there?" Fleamont  snorted, trying and failing to hold in his laughter. His black locks of hair were hanging down from his head as he gave her an upside down smirk; his hazel eyes sparkling in amusement.

Eliot glared at him, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. "Shut up, Potter."
She tried to pick up her broom, but it only smacked her hand away, before falling limp again.

Fleamont lost it at this and burst out laughing so hard, he almost fell off his broom; instead swaying dangerously a little before swinging back upright. Eliot rolled her eyes when she could still hear the muffled laughter reverberating from Fleamont's lean figure.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want," Eliot muttered under her breath.

When the dark haired boy finally looked up, his lips were pressed in a thin line to prevent any laughter from slipping through. "Sorry," Fleamont apologized, although he didn't sound very sorry. "That was absolutely hilarious, mate. Who knew you'd suck so much at quidditch?"

"At least I have decent grades in school," Eliot shot back, but winced immediately as Fleamont flinched and grimaced. "Sorry, that was a low blow."

Fleamont nodded, a sign that he accepted her apology. But there was still a glint of curiosity apparent in his eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked finally, regarding her suspiciously.

Eliot eyebrows creased. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The dark haired boy rolled his eyes at her. "C'mon Eliot, you know what I'm talking about. You've been really snappy and edgy today, don't think I haven't noticed."

Eliot spared a glance at him, and for a moment, a mix of emotions flashed in her eyes. All the confusion and sadness and the tired bags and the weariness flashed across her face. But just as soon as it appeared, it vanished in an instant; and a forced smile was once again plastered upon her face. "I'm fine, don't worry about it."

Fleamont shot her a look as if to say he didn't believe her, before he gained a thoughtful look in his eyes. A mischievous smile made its way across his face, making Eliot slightly uneasy. "You know, I know just the thing to cheer you up."

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"This is a terrible idea."

"Aw, c'mon Eliot! Live a little."

Eliot turned away, crossing her arms and huffing. "I will not partake in this childish stunt."

"Please?" Fleamont pleaded. "It'll be fun, I promise! And it'll help you forget about whatever you were thinking about before!"

Forgetting about Newt? That did sound nice...

"Alright," Eliot sighed, not believing that she just agree to this. "I'll help you with your little prank."

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"Dungbombs?"

"Check."

"No-heat fireworks?"

"Check."

Eliot examined the details of the plan for what must have been the sixth time already; making sure everything was perfect.

It was a simple prank, really, but no less amusing. They'd snuck into the Divination classroom in the midst of the night and placed no-heat fireworks all over the room. The fireworks would go off at 8am tomorrow (which was when Slytherin and Hufflepuff had Divination tomrrow), and while everyone was in a state of shock, all the dugbombs would go off at once, shrouding the classroom in a nauseating smell and a greenish barf-like, foggy cloud.

Eliot felt bad for doing this to Newt and Leta, but at the same time this has been strangely... Fun?

"I agree, Beverly," Fleamont grinned from beside her as he admired their handiwork. Had she just said that out loud?

Eliot shook her head and allowed a smile to cross her lips. "You know, I actually kind of enjoyed tonight. Thank you." And she meant it.

The corner of Fleamont's mouth twitched up, as he regarded her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Of course you did, my pranks are genius."

Eliot laughed and nudged his side. "Don't flatter yourself."

She strange giddiness sprouted from the pit of her stomach; she couldn't wait to see everyone's reactions tomorrow.

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