"Geez, Daisy, what happened?"

She was standing in front of the entire young Weasley-Potter clan, who seemed to have been having a family tea party before she walked in. She glanced between Dominique, Louis, Molly, Lucy, Fred, Roxanne, Rose, Hugo, James, Lily, and Remus, who must've gotten the password from one of his siblings.

"I dunno ..." she sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Went to a party last night because someone forced me into it. Everything hurts."

"James, you can't force girls to go to parties with you!" snapped Molly Weasley II, shooting a glare at her younger cousin. Though only a year above James and third-oldest of the Weasley cousins, she took after her grandmother and was quite stern and bossy.

"She seemed to enjoy the party last night," shrugged James, looking Daisy up and down and patting a space next to him to sit. She remained standing. "Almost like I helped her!"

"She would look better if you would leave her alone for once, James," said Rose pitifully. She gestured for Daisy to sit next to her and she quickly complied, leaving James pouting. "When'd you go to bed last night?"

"I don't remember anything past one o'clock in the morning ..." Daisy muttered.

"Have this tea!" said Roxanne, pushing a steaming cup smelling of lavender towards the girl. Daisy smiled and sipped, though her tongue burned a bit.

"Why're you all here, by the way?" asked Daisy, after she had regained some more sense and energy.

"We have weekly tea parties on Sundays," revealed Dominique, the oldest of the Weasleys who were still in school. "Usually, everyone's out with their friends or in the Great Hall eating lunch leftovers. So, the common room's usually pretty empty."

"The Fat Lady's getting more and more lenient with me coming in here every week!" said Remus.

"I can't believe I never noticed," said Daisy.

"You're Daisy Wood, right?" asked Lucy, who was two years younger than Daisy and had a head covered with ribbons. "You come to some of our holiday parties at the Burrow!"

"Yeah, Dad knows most of your parents," she explained. "I haven't seen some of you since the Weasley Summer Barbecue!"

"Right," said Roxanne darkly. "When grandpa burnt off a portion of the garden and some hair —"

A bang snapped everyone out of focus as they all turned towards the portrait hole. Benjamin had run in and was making a beeline toward James.

"What is it?" he asked, standing up abruptly. Benjamin whispered something into his ear that made him raise his eyebrows so much that they disappeared underneath his hair. "Daisy, d'you ... by any chance ... remember anything past midnight last night?"

"Nothing but flashing lights."

"And you didn't steal my Puking Pastilles, did you?"

"No, what're you up to?"

"I'll see you all next week!" exclaimed James and he and Benjamin sprinted out of the common room with a quick wave. The Weasleys exchanged glances confusedly.

"Woah, Puking Pastilles?" said Hugo. "Someone's about to have a bad day ..."

"Did something bad happen yesterday?" asked Rose. "Y'know, other than this." She gestured towards Daisy.

"Were you with someone that could've made James mad?" asked Remus. "A boy, maybe?"

"Just some sixth-year Ravenclaw —"

The others let out a collective groan. Roxanne was the first to explain.

"It's his funeral," she sighed. "James doesn't want you to get hurt. He probably thinks you're a helpless doe. Sure acts like it."

"I'm not helpless."

"Right, and this boy," said Dominique, "you're sure he's not taking advantage of you? I know some boys might just be using you for your looks —"

"Might just be because you're a quarter Veela, Nini," said Rose. "But she could be right."

"I think I better go make sure that James isn't doing anything too ridiculous," said Daisy, but the group stopped her.

"You should tell us more about this boy," said Lucy. "We don't want you to get hurt."

Daisy had noticed, throughout her years of knowing the Weasleys, that they treated almost everybody like family. So, even though this act would feel like an invasion of privacy with anyone else, Daisy felt comfortable with the Weasleys.

"I met him last night at a party," explained Daisy. "His name is Felix Davies. He thought I looked a bit lost so he was talking to me. He was on the verge of insulting Gryffindors but he took it back. He helped me. He also left a note in my pocket ... told me to visit him at Ravenclaw Tower."

"Don't go alone," warned Lily. "Ravenclaws are intimidating. And the password system is ridiculous — I could just figure out the riddle! Do they think the other houses are brainless?"

"I figured it out once," said Rose boastfully. The other Weasleys groaned. "Well, I did! Back to this Felix boy ... is he the pretentious sort of Ravenclaw? Or the sweet and charming kind?"

"Quite charming," admitted Daisy.

"Wait, Felix Davies?" asked Louis; Daisy nodded. "I remember him from Quidditch. He cries a lot."

"What?"

"Remember last year, when your dad came to our school to coach our game against Ravenclaw?"

Daisy nodded. The experience had ended with a Gryffindor win and her first cup of Butterbeer. Plus, she had watched a Ravenclaw boy twirling in the air in an attempt to dodge a Bludger. She laughed at the memory. Then, a realization came to her.

"Oh, that boy, the one who was spinning the air," she recalled, "that was him, wasn't it?"

"Yes!" said Louis.

"Why would he cry?"

"It was pretty damn hilarious," said Roxanne, starting to laugh.

"He cried because of your dad, I think," said Louis. "He's a huge Puddlemere fan. Think he wanted to impress your dad since he's a former player. Don't know why he thought playing against him was the perfect chance. Maybe not all Ravenclaws are smart."

"How do you know all this?"

"Oh, eavesdropping," he said, grinning.

"Maybe, he's using you?" suggested Dominique cautiously, as if not wanting to overstep any boundaries. "Look, I know it sounds pessimistic but I've never heard anything about him meaning he might be very secretive or just quiet. Neither explains why he would've approached you last night."

"Alright, I think I'd better go see what James is doing, now," said Daisy, shaking her head in disbelief. "Thanks for all this, really."

She picked up a cup nearest to her, took a long sip of tea, and ran out of the common room, a distant shout of, "Hey, that was my tea!" in her ear.

Daisy's first thought was to head to the Great Hall, so she sprinted down the many stairs and fled past the paintings. One of the staircases moved before she could get on it, causing her to stamp her foot in frustration.

"Do you mind?" asked one of the paintings on the wall behind her, housing an old man with a very peculiar-shaped spectacle. She grimaced.

"Sorry, I have to find Potter," she explained. "Have you seen him?"

"Not in months," he shrugged. "I never pay much attention to the students. But I hope you find him. Oh, to be young and feel love's keen sting."

"Thanks—what? No, I'm not in love with him. Where'd you get that idea from?"

"Looks like your ride's here," said the painting, looking at the staircase in front of her, that had just moved back into place. She shot him a look before continuing her quest. Once she reached the Great Hall, she saw a group of Ravenclaws crowded around in a circle and gently whispering amongst themselves. Not wanting to interrupt but intensely curious, Daisy shamefully took a page out of Louis' handbook and hid behind a wall.

"Did you hear about what happened to Davies?"

"What?"

"You haven't gone near the common room in the past hour?"

"No, I've been eating food."

"Of course you have. Well, rumour has it that Davies puked all over it. Someone must've slipped him some Puking Pastilles."

"Gross!"

"Grow up."

"Who could it have been?"

Daisy's eyes widened, thinking vividly of James asking her about Puking Pastilles before promptly leaving the common room. Could the Ravenclaws find out about James being the one who had slipped Felix the Pastilles?

"The sweets that he ate had the Puking Pastilles inside them. And guess who's name was signed under them? Daisy Wood's."

It took all of Daisy's willpower to avoid stepping out and defending herself. A hundred thoughts were running through her mind, the most prominent being: that arrogant toerag!

"You really think she did that? She's always been so sweet to me."

"Who else would've done that, then? Clearly, she thought it was funny and wanted to take credit. Besides, how do you know she's sweet? Could just be a cover to get Potter's attention."

"She already has it."

"Right, and now she wants Davies'."

Her heart was pounding.

Is this how people perceive me, she wondered. Do I seem like some kind of helpless doe that needs Potter's help with anything, and would put Puking Pastilles in someone's food?

In her right mind, she would explain to the students that she was not the person who had slipped something into Felix's food and that it was indeed James.

But she certainly was not in her right mind.

Just then, she heard footsteps approaching behind her and spun around, coming face to face with James. He grinned at her.

"Alright, Wood?" he asked, Benjamin at his side. "You're looking better."

Daisy looked down at his right hand and saw a large, opened wrapper in it and a quill. A crowd of younger students passed them, most likely coming inside after spending their afternoon on the grounds. Her eyes narrowed.

"It was you, wasn't it?" she asked, without needing an answer. "You put something in Felix's food!"

"I did not!" he said, discreetly handing the wrapper to Benjamin and raising his arms up in defence.

"Yes, you did."

"Did not."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"I saw you hand that wrapper to him," she snapped. A small crowd of students had gathered around them now, clearly craving some entertainment on a lazy Sunday. "I'm not as big-headed as you."

"I reckon you need some more rest," he reasoned, gesturing to the stairs. "Firewhiskey drains your energy the morning after."

"I don't need rest!"

"Trust me."

"You've been lying to me all morning!" shouted Daisy. An even larger group of students now joined the existing crowd. Daisy couldn't care less. "It's like you're not even trying to hide it."

"I don't know who it was that put Puking Pastilles in Davies' food but it wasn't us!" he said eagerly, waving away the crowd. None of them budged. Daisy narrowed her eyes.

"I never mentioned Puking Pastilles ..." she revealed.

The look on James' face was enough to confirm Daisy's accusations.

"It was only one!" he justified. Benjamin face-palmed beside him and backed away. "He deserved it after the way he was acting last night."

"Deserved it after what, exactly? Helping me at a party that I didn't want to be at?" she snapped. "The one that you dragged me to?"

"You could've woken up somewhere strange if I didn't find you in time," he said calmly. "I was protecting you."

"I'm not some helpless deer in headlights that needs your help!" Daisy was fuming. "I thought you 'fancied' me but you don't even trust me to make my own decisions."

"Of course, I trust you, Daisy!" James defended. He sounded offended that she would even think that. Daisy didn't understand his argument. "People make mad decisions under the influence of Firewhiskey, my lady, mad."

"You drank more Firewhiskey than me last night."

"Well, I'm used to it," he shrugged. "I'm telling you, Daisy, trust me for once! Davies was being an arse. He deserved what he got, at least a bit."

"No, that's just what you think," snarled Daisy, "because you're too conceited and thick-headed to realize that other people can have thoughts that don't revolve around you! Get over yourself for once, won't you, Potter?"

Daisy stormed off, the crowd around them clearing a path for her as she approached them; they seemed fascinated.

"Daisy, wait —"

Now, the crowd seemed to have gone deaf. None of them were moving and James and Daisy were separated by a physical barrier. Finally, she felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

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a/n: First fight ... the way she won't yell at anyone but him :)

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