Note: Stewart Ackerly and Orla Quirke were Ravenclaws sorted in GoF.

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"It's probably not any fun, anyway," Orla said from her spot on the sofa.

"It probably isn't," Stewart agreed. The Common Room was empty; anyone older than Fourth Year was at the Ball, and nearly everyone else was in their dorms. Only a few students remained in the Ravenclaw Common Room, yawning over Potions essays and one by one retiring to bed.

"I mean, it's just no big deal. Even though it stupid that only the older students can go." Orla has jumped up and was now pancing in front of the fire.

"You wanted to go," Stewart stated. "Didn't you?"

"Well, maybe I did? And so what? Only to see what it was about."

Stewart shrugged. "They're just dancing and talking and eating."

"Well, maybe I wanted someone to ask me to dance," Orla pouted.

And Stewart knows this is the part he's supposed to dance with her and tell her how beautiful she is and kiss her, but he's just 11 and terrified and he says, "you'll get lots of dances. I know it."

"How do you know?" Orla protested, and mentally giggled at herself. Drama queen.

"Because...well, because I promise I'll be one of them," Stewart manages to gasp out.

And Orla sits back next to Stewart, content.