<strong>Charlize Renard, 4th year Gryffindor<br/>Tagging:</strong>Stevie, Edgar and Mori<br/><br/>Delecting herself with a large lemon cream puff, Charlize nodded with interest each time Stevie ended a sentence. When asked in return, the redhead stopped chewing to ponder on the answer. Did she really met any  "hotties" this summer? It was at her cousins lavish party that she got introduced to new people, most older than her and very few that she could honestly call "handsome". None compared to Summerby, of course.<br/><br/>And then there were those twins who took a liking to her. She couldn't decide between the two and ultimately chose none.<br/><br/>"Mm, I've decided to remain single this summer, but that's all going to change by Christmas" she said conspiratorial.<br/><br/>"Made a bet with myself and I plan to keep it. No need to ask me who's the lucky guy" she said addressing to Edgar at the same time "you'll see him by my side at the Christmas party."<br/><br/>From where did she get all that confidence? Even Charlize herself couldn't tell, but she's been drooling over the Quidditch Team Captain over six months now, which was unusual for one as her. Not that Charlize couldn't stay single for long. In fact it had always been the other way around as she couldn't allow herself and whoever happened to be her boyfriend at the time enough moments alone as a couple. Being surrounded by many was almost like breathing to her.<br/><br/>"Wait..what?" she asked suddenly realizing what Stevie just said. "You spend time with Xavril? Like..alone?"<br/><br/>Charlize looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and admiration in her amber eyes, but then something distracted the normal flow of everyone's conversations. They all heard a loud flapping of the wings which was more akin to a buzzing sound and in the next moment the main hall was assaulted by a flock of tiny red birds. They were so many in number, that it was difficult to tell them apart.<br/><br/>A very old man came limping through the entrance, leaning on his wooden cane, smiling absently at the students. The years haven't been too kind with Filch and the rumor went that he'd gone completely bonkers after losing Ms. Norris.<br/><br/>Apparently the old sourpuss didn't think confetti was enough to mark the event. Or perhaps he had been too careless that day. Whatever the reason, the tiny birds wrecked havoc, trying to find a place to settle or aiming for the fruits on display.