“Well, what?” Isabella laughed her innocent little-girl laugh. "A date for Hogsmeade, of course."
"I don't understand why you don't agree." Viviane sighed. "Maybe Potter is a little annoying, but then at least you'd have an appointment. I've been waiting for ages for Amos to ask me."
Since she could probably wait another eternity, because I doubted that something would ever come of Amos and her, I doubted very badly. If he ever invited any of us, it would be Jocelyn, not because he was after her, but because she was the one of us who received dozens of invitations every Hogsmeade weekend.She had accepted only a few, as far as I could remember, only two. Once in third grade, when she had been with Sirius Black for almost a month (I told her that today) and then there was this sixth grader last year who must have been a total flop because she never got him after that mentioned again.
Otherwise, the other four weren't exactly champions when it came to collecting dates. However, Viviane was the only one who practiced it as a sport, so to speak (albeit unsuccessfully), Isabella, Patrisha, Jocelyn and I didn’t care much about it. Thanks to Potter, I was heavily burdened on this point and would probably not have a single date out of my own fault in my entire school days, because I would send every candidate to hell out of habit, Isabella didn't care about that anyway and went on her Hogsmeadean excursions dear with us, out of conviction Jocelyn only went out with someone she was in love with and since this rarely happened, she declined all invitations with thanks and Patrisha kept cursing this "mindless, underdeveloped group of males" who romp around here at Hogwarts."Just ask him yourself, then you know what's going on." Isabella suggested. "Then afterwards you're either a couple or you can tick him off."
“Do I ask him?” Viviane shook her head wildly. "Are you crazy? Afterwards he refuses and how do I stand there? God, that would be embarrassing! Besides, this is men's business, the questions, I mean."
"Viv, you will never get there." Isabella shook her head in resignation. "Maybe he thinks the same way, so one of you must take the initiative."
"Oh yeah? So you'd ask someone if they want to go out with you?" Viviane asked aggressively and, to her obvious surprise, Isabella nodded her head naturally:
"Of course. Do you think I'll wait for him to get his teeth apart?"
"I want to see that!"
"What do you want to see?" I asked sleepily, lying on my back and closing my eyes as the sun stung my eyes.
"How Isabella asks someone out on a date." said Viviane."I don't ask, I ask. And only if I feel like it, and I haven't been so far and I certainly don't ask any idiot just because you want to see it."
“Don't you know anything else?” Patrisha sighed in annoyance, took a bean speckled yellow, looked at it carefully from all sides, sniffed it and put it in her mouth. "I think I've never had one that tasted like boiled egg."
"I thought you weren't eating these things because you're afraid of an allergic shock?" Jocelyn asked and looked at Patrisha partly amused, partly seriously puzzled. But I was also surprised by Patrisha's sudden carelessness when dealing with Bertie Bott's beans, because in fact, since I had known her, she had never even touched any of them.
"My mum gave me the idea to write to Bertie Bott to ask how exactly he goes about making the beans and - lo and behold - there is absolutely no risk of an allergy shock, because since a girl has almost been involved in a bean If the peanut taste was stifled because she had a nut allergy, the recipe was changed to rule out any allergic reactions. ""Ah yes?" Isabella made, the effort to suppress a laugh could be heard clearly in her voice. My effort, however, was more about how I could best broach a new topic quickly, because if Patrisha wasn't interrupted in her lectures about all her illnesses and allergies, she wouldn't stop talking about them.
"I'm looking forward to the new defense teacher." Jocelyn said suddenly, who had obviously had the same thoughts as me, and when I straightened my head and followed her gaze I recognized the new teacher, who was walking along the lakeshore accompanied by Professor Vectra.
"If he teaches as well as he looks, I would be perfectly happy." I said, eyeing him intently. "What was his name again?"
"Caleb Danvers." Viviane replied, following Professor Danvers with her eyes. "Look how Professor Vectra throws himself up to him! It's almost embarrassing."“It's understandable.” Isabella shrugged. "She is by far the youngest in the college and Danvers may not be more than twenty-five. Oh, my goodness! Take a look at her!"
Isabella raised her hand and pointed to a group of girls, Ravenclaws from our year, who stood together, whispering and giggling, and kept glancing over at Danvers. I laughed mockingly, wondering how deep it would have to sink to be ridiculous in such a way. As if a grown and undeniably handsome man like Danvers would care for adolescent little girls who were busily jingling at him.
"I'm curious how it will turn out in class. If I'm not mistaken, we have defense together with the Ravenclaws." Patrisha pulled her bag close to her, rummaged around in it and finally pulled out the timetable. "Indeed! Well, this is going to be an amusing hour."I sighed annoyed. Because in my opinion a group of crazy, hysterical giggling girls was by no means amusing.