Her sudden outburst had been the talk of the whole Ravenclaw house a few days after the match. Florence was thankful enough that they didn't put her into detention, or suspend her from playing, but she was more nervous due to the fact that they had written to her mum. She didn't exactly know how she would react, considering that she's never been in to any trouble.

Florence hoped that Miss Mimsy would help her mum calm down.

But she hadn't, unfortunately, the Price family owl dropping a howler on the table the next day during breakfast proved this, Florence's face burned as the letter screamed at her for the obscene language and unacceptable behavior she had shown and that she did not raise her to be such a violent person. Florence refused to go down and eat breakfast three days straight after that.

January had faded and February greeted them with much more to do and a load of homework. The teachers were being extra hard on them, their seat works and activities getting more difficult as well. Nicolai, Florence and Alexander could barely talk after dinner, as they had their own work load to get rid of, sitting at the common room with their noses buried in to different books.

Nicolai was getting bad at Potions, and seemed to become Snape's new favorite person to pick on. She had managed to get him to remove fifteen house points during one period, for asking Florence for help and as well as for getting the measurements wrong.

Cho Chang was released from the hospital wing after a week. Everyone in the team took turns in visiting Cho. They all wished her well, and sometimes they would bring her some sweets from their personal stash. The seeker laughed as Duncan and Stretton reenacted Florence's sudden outburst after the match, Florence scowling at them from her seat

Somewhere in the middle of the day was her Transfiguration class, Florence still deciding to sit at the back even if she had her Protean to contact him. A smile dawned on her face as she saw a new sentence scratched onto the surface of her desk.

'Doesn't mean we have to stop this, right? This desk is where it all began.'

Florence snorted,

'Don't be too melodramatic there. We've been talking only for a few months.'

She instinctively reached for her Protean, cursing herself as Nicolai was able to spot it in her grip. Florence had completely forgotten that she hasn't told them about it yet. Nicolai's face pulled into a frown, "Oh so you're only telling me about this now?"

"What—I—what do you mean?" she sputtered. Nicolai sighed, "I know that's a Protean, Flo. I saw you use it once. You don't have to lie about it... But why didn't you tell Xander and I?"

"I just forgot, is all. I mean, I definitely thought about it once, but then I had completely forgotten with the recent things that has happened...Quidditch and stuff. But I swear I was going to tell you."

Nicolai raised a brow at her, "You're sure?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't hide anything big from you, you know."

She smiled, "Alright. You could go and talk to him... I guess."

Florence offered her friend a warm smile in return, whipping out her wand and altering the words that were engraved on the surface from her previous conversation with him.

'Fancy a chat? Saw your message on the desk....'

He replied almost immediately,

'Definitely, History of Magic is boring.'

Florence sent a glance at McGonagall's direction, to see if she had noticed that she wasn't paying attention. Seeing as the older witch was busy with the notes that she wanted everybody to copy, Florence had decided to talk to him for awhile, she could always borrow notes from Alexander after classes, anyways. She tapped her wand on the scrap of wood, altering the words to turn it into her own reply.

'What classes do you have next?'

'Well, I have... No wait, I can't tell you :)'

Florence frowned,

'Well, why not?'

'Because, you might figure out who I am. And we've made a deal that we find out about one another together.'

'Yeah, but I wouldn't be too keen on tracking you down. I have other things to do with my time.'

'You do have a point......'

Florence caught her bottom lip between her teeth, before altering the contents again.

'So... Tell me something about yourself (nothing obvious that could give your identity away. You start & I'll go next.'

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Fred shifted in his seat, watching drool come down the side of his twin's mouth, sleeping merrily in History of Magic. He had been staring at his Protean for a few minutes now, not sure what else he should tell her without giving his identity away. It was tricky, coming up with an authentic fact about himself without being too obvious.

He couldn't tell her that their big game with Ravenclaw was coming up, because then she'd know that he's a Gryffindor and that he plays on the Quidditch team, which narrows down her choices to four: Wood, Potter, him or George.

Fred knew he also couldn't tell her that he had three older brothers, a twin, a younger brother and sister. He had been vague to her with the details of siblings, only having mentioned one brother—which was Ron. He also couldn't tell her that he loved pranking, because then that would be all too obvious.

He sighed in defeat, nudging George to see if he had any suggestions.

"Psst, George. What could I tell her about myself that's not too vague, but at the same time not too obvious?" he asked as soon as his twin stirred awake. George gave him a bemused look as he mopped his sleeve to get rid of his drool, "Tell who?" he replied in an almost groan.

"Her," he said, not having anything else to elaborate, "What do I tell her?"

"Well," George thought for a moment, "You could tell her about your favorite honeydukes sweets—"

"We've talked about that already." he cut off, tapping his wand on his desk. "What else?"

"Favorite Quidditch team—?"

"Done."

"Wizard music—"

"Done too."

George grunted, "Well I don't know then, Freddie. You're smart enough to think of something... So leave me alone."

"Some help you are." he scoffed before fiddling with his protean again,

'Would it be lame if I told you my favorite color's blue?'

She replied all most immediately, which meant that it wasn't actually too immature of him to discuss colors out of all the topics in the world.

'Not at all. Personally, I think favorite colors could say a lot about a person. I like red, not blood red, though. More like, a more vibrant shade.'

Fred touched his hair subconsciously, whipping around to check if she was among the people who listened to Professor Binns drone on about his lesson. Was it purely coincidental or did she know who he was and now she's just messing with him? Fred frowned, before writing back.

'Weird'

'What's weird?'

That your favorite color is the color of my hair, Fred thought to himself, before hastily replying.

'Nevermind that. So if favorite colors say a lot about someone's personality... Why is yours red?'

'I think I'm fiery...at times. I care too much for my friends and family, full of love, and all the cliches that come with that color.'

'I don't think being full of love is a cliche. It means you haven't found an outlet to give your love to.'

'That is sort of true... Well what about you? Why blue?'

'Because I'm sad and lonely' Fred put in with a wide grin on his face.

'Oh haha. I doubt your life is lonely. It sounds quite exciting, you know, with a sibling. I'm an only child myself.'

'I was only joking about that... I don't really know why I like blue. And no, having siblings is pure torture. You are probably the luckiest person alive.'

'Well then maybe you have yet to know why blue's your favorite. And I wouldn't say being an only child is a blessing... It has it's perks, yes, but it gets awfully lonely most of the time. I'm in competition with my mum's cat for her affections.'

'That's unfortunate.'

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"I'm having tutorials with Jillian this afternoon." Nicolai chimed from where she was sprawled out on her bed, Florence sitting on her own as she wrote a letter to her mum. She gave her friend a bemused look, "Then why are you still lying there? Surely she'd be waiting around the library by now."

"Because I don't want to but at the same time I need to do it," she groaned, tangling herself in her sheets in frustration, "It's an unhealthy lifestyle... Being a lazy perfectionist. It's like you're too tired to own up to your responsibilities but you care too much about doing them simultaneously. I can't take it. It's like choosing between tea and chewing gum."

"Poor Bridgette, quite tired of her sixteen years of existence." Nicolai's head immediately snapped up, glaring at Florence, "What did you just call me?"

"Bridgette, you know, Nicolai Bridgette," Florence held a smug look as Nicolai scowled at the mention of her middle name.

"Okay, Florence Magdalene, you don't call people by their middle names. That's just rude."

"Hypocrite." she scoffed, folding the parchment paper to half before slipping it into an envelope, "But seriously, you should show up to your tutorial session. Jill might feel bad if you stood her up, you know?" Florence suggested, striding to the window as she let her owl fly off with her letter. Nicolai groaned, "Why am I friends with people who have such good morals?"

"Probably because you yourself are aware that you are in need of better morals. Yours doesn't suffice." snickered Florence, shutting the window tight as she did so.

"Alright, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine. I'm going to that bloody tutorial. I can't believe Snape's threatening to fail me. In all the years that I've done my best in his class... Just one mistake, one bloody mistake and my O.W.L exams in Potions are in danger. Merlin, why do I even care about my grades." she muttered tiresomely as she slipped a jumper over the muggle clothes she had been wearing.

Florence clapped a hand on her shoulder. "You can do this, Nic. Anyways, I'm off to practices myself... Davies will be after my blood if I'm late. We're playing Gryffindor next. Can you believe that? All three of our games, one after the other?"

"Well, good luck then." said Nicolai, scooping up her books before clambering out of their dorm room.

Florence changed out of her uniform as soon as she was alone. She slipped on her gear, gloves and broom, exiting the room shortly after.

She took a peak in Cho's room, thinking that she had probably already gone down as her roommates said that she wasn't there. Florence slipped out of the common room, trudging the halls as she dragged her Cleansweep with her. She wondered what would become of their team if Harry got his broom back just in time.

Cho was an excellent seeker, and definitely knew how to fly better than Potter did. But it was the firebolt that she was most anxious about. She was too busy imagining the smug smile on Oliver Wood's face if they walked in to the stadium with the ever so glorified dream broom to even notice where she was going, Florence colliding with a moving body, making her stumble back and trip on her broom.

"Fuckk— oh shit, I, I mean—Merlin," her voice transitioned from an enraged drunken sailor to one who just got scolded by her mum as she looked up to see who she bumped in to. A lump formed in her throat as she looked up to see Professor Lupin, who looked half amused and half surprised with her language.

"I'm really, really sorry, Professor." she stammered out as she picked herself off of the ground, dusting her bottom. "I have this bad swearing mannerism when I feel tense or mad, and, I thought, you were just some careless bastard—I-I mean, bloke. So, you know—I'm terribly sorry, Professor." she rambled on, before bowing her head solemnly in shame.

Instead of a harsh lecture about obscene language, Professor Lupin let out a chuckle, surprising Florence altogether.

"Not a problem, Ms. Price. You know I don't really mind that, as long as you are genuinely sorry for using such language. Everybody tends to use them...swearing is inevitable. And I too, apologize for bumping in to you. I wasn't really paying attention..."

Florence laughed in relief, "I thought you were going to give me detention for a moment."

"Nah.. But you know, Ms. Price... You do remind me of someone I used to know before..." He said, Florence eyeing her curiously, "Does she swear as much as I do?"

Professor Lupin laughed, "Definitely, but, more than you do, more like. And McGonagall would always tell her off for using obscene words rapidly when under pressure."

"She sounds like a charmer then."

"Certainly..." the two shared a laugh, "Well, I must be off now, Ms. Price. I have to check on something with Professor Snape. And I understand that you too are heading to practice? I wouldn't wish to hold you for much longer." Florence nodded, bidding him goodbye.

"Good talk, Professor." she said, before heading towards the Quidditch pitch, Professor looking back at her, feeling nostalgic, before heading his way.