ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs, 1977

┍T┚ʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ when she walked into the library the next day was to see Sirius.

And the thing she expected the least was to see him passionately snogging the living daylights out of Emma Clackton, a Hufflepuff in their year.

The one thing she did expect him to do was turn around and acknowledge her. Yet he didn't.

He probably didn't even see Mia with all his tongue waltzing.

And he didn't see her face start to redden with the anticipation of tears.

Or her breaking down in a quiet corner near the books on magical cooking.

But someone else did.

Someone who would strive to become the knight in shining armour.

Amos Diggory.

"Hey." He smiled, taking a seat next to her. "You don't look very happy." He whispered, pulling out a pack of tissues and handing them to her. "But I suppose letting it all out in a good cry helps everyone. It helped me when my brother died."

"Oh. She whispered. "What was his name?"

"Cedric. I think I'll name one of my kids after him." He murmured, "He was the one thing I looked forward to seeing when I got home every year."

"I'm sorry to hear that." She whispered, before looking down at her palms.

"Here, have a tissue." He gently pulled one out for her, accidentally brushing his fingers on her wrist as he handed the tissue to her.

"T-thanks." She murmured, taking it gratefully before frantically dabbing at her eyes. "Is my face red?"

"Um. It's a little pink?" He tried to say, without mentioning the fact that her eyelids were tomato red. "I'm sure some ice will help."

"And where will I find this ice?" Mia asked, watching as Amos' face broke into a grin.

"The kitchens." He stood up, taking her bag onto his left shoulder before grabbing her hand and walking them out the library.

"You've been in Hogwarts for six years and you've never been to the kitchens?" Amos chuckled as Mia nodded bashfully. "At least you can check that off your bucket list! Final year, you know. Might as well do everything and anything while you can."

"How often do you come down here?" Mia asked, before taking a sip from her butterbeer.

"Everyday." She looked at him in disbelief, "For my morning shot of pumpkin extract."

"That sounds healthy." Mia wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought of getting up early in the morning and walking down to the kitchens for something healthy.

"Believe me, I'm fitter than ever-. I-I mean I'm you know healthy, not in the handsome way." He awkwardly stuttered, making her giggle at him.

"You're cute." She whispered, looking into his eyes.

"So I've been told. But me? Amos Diggory? The Hufflepuff?" He asked incredulously, "To everyone else, I'm an airhead with a god complex. But that's James Potter in first year."

"We must never talk about those dark days." Mia dramatically stage-whispered, before Amos joined in.

"Oh dear, talking about it makes me feel ill." He dramatically put his hand to his forehead, "I feel as though I am going down with a fever."

"Oh dear! What do we do?!" She suddenly laughed, unable to keep going.

"And that's Hufflepuff in a nutshell. What about Ravenclaw?" He asked, resting his jaw on his crossed arms, looking at her with such eagerness to hear about her.

"People assume that we're cold, competitive and complicated. But that's not exactly it." Mia spoke, watching Amos cringe at the word 'cold'.

"Oof. You aren't cold. And Marlene isn't either." She smiled at his words.

"Thanks. Anyway, a majority are mostly competitive and cold during exam season. But Ravenclaw isn't just about intelligence, it's about how much we question."

"Ahh. No wonder I got hexed for asking someone a question during their O.W.L revision."

"Don't worry, they must have been really stressed out." Mia reassured him, smiling softly. "Um. You know the Hogs-."

"Hogsmeade date? You wanna go on it?" He asked, genuinely surprised when she nodded.

"I want to."

"Well. You know, Saturday."

"11? Or 11:30?"

"11." He smiled, pleased at the thought of going on a date with someone who was genuinely nice.

"Can't wait."

I wanted to kind of show you all what I am writing Amos Diggory as.

And my heart breaks at the date thing.

:)