Dear MatchmakersChapter 1- Of Letters and of the Library

"Yay!" Abby squealed. She had just received an A on her first charms paper of the term.

Abby is a seventh year at Hogwarts. She has blonde hair, and I know what you're all thinking. Dumb blonde. But she's not. I promise. She's in Hufferpuff and was odd and random.

"What now, Abby?" Cassie said, looking up from her book.

Cassie was a very studious Ravenclaw. She has brown hair. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly. She was also in seventh year.

Also, she was the smartest witch in her year.

"This juice is awesome… and I like cupcakes?" Abby said.

"Oh… that's intelligent." Cassie said.

"Hey guys!" M.E. said, coming up behind Cassie.

M.E. has long brown hair and brown eyes. She was a seventh year Gryffindor, in with the cool people, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasly and all them.

"Hi M.E.I love cupcakes!" Abby said.

"Great for you, Abby." M.E. said. "Have this bagel."

"Okay!" Abby said and chewed happily on her bagel.

Then, the mail came. Cassie watched as the majestic owls soared around to different students, dropping mail and sometimes parcels onto the breakfasts of unsuspecting Hogwarts students. Some groaned, and some squealed with delight.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Kira asked from behind Cassie.

Kira was very dark skinned, and had dark hair and dark brown eyes. She was a seventh year Slytherin. She was very smart and nice to her friends, but not to their houses.

"Why?" said Cassie.

"I don't know Cassie." Kira said.

An owl, obviously hired for the job, came over to Cassie. See, hired owls had a sort of special air about them, that pets did not.

"What the crap?" Cassie said.

"Who's it addressed to?" Kira asked.

"Us, which is odd. I never get any mail except from my parents." Cassie said, "And who addresses a letter to four people on the same topic, not separate at all?"

"I don't know."Abby said.

"Well, let's read it then." M.E. said, grabbing the letter out of Cassie's hand and breaking the seal, which was just a lot of red wax. This person obviously wanted to be anonymous.

"Dear Matchmakers,

I'm sorry to be such a bother, but I have noticed you are all from different houses and are very good friends, so perhaps you could help me. I have a crush on this girl from Ravenclaw who's a sixth year, and I'm so embarrassed even writing about my crush, much less talking to her about it. I'm a seventh year Gryffindor, so maybe we could get together in the library at five fifty six exactly tonight in the herbology section, for a quick five minute chat, ending at five o one.


Gryffindor Admirer"

"Wow!" said Abby, spitting out little bits of bagel.

"I didn't know people trusted us that much!" Cassie said.

"Yeah, I can barely think of what to say, but people are trusting me with there personal lives!" Abby said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't trust Abby with my social status if my life depended on it." Kira said.

"Thank you!" Abby said, "Hey wait! That was an insult! That was mean!" She then went and slapped Kira.

"OW!" Kira yelled.

The bell rang for the first class, and the girls shuffled off.

"Who do you think it is?" M.E. asked the group.

"I don't know. He did say he's a Gryffindor, though. Who are the seventh year Gryffindor boys, again?" Cassie said, being as forgetful as she was.

"Let's see, there's Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and that Neville kid." M.E. said.

"Bye!" Kira said, "I've got to go to Ancient Runes." Kira said.

"I've got transfiguration!" Abby said, horrified.

"I've got transfiguration, too, Abby. We can suffer together. But we've got to sit with Gryffindors. Do you mind?" M.E. said.

"As long as they don't mind." Abby said.

"They'll be fine with it. I guess. Professor McGonagall loves you, Abby." M.E. said.

"True; Kira, I have runes too!" Cassie said.

Kira and Cassie jogged upstairs, as they were in the entrance hall. Abby and M.E. walked slowly upward, too, their bodies getting warmer as they went. They walked into class. The Gryffindors all had already all sat down. Abby realized that she was the only Hufferpuff in this class when the bell rang, and no one else came in. She groaned.

McGonagall came in, as boney as ever.

"I'm very pleased to have you all back. Please take out a piece if parchment and take these notes:" she said and then flicked the board, where the chalk started to write. McGonagall herself had to go and help Dumbledore with a crisis.

K: Hey, M.E, Abby, you there?

M: What are you doing on my paper?

C: Taking 'notes' isn't it cool.

A: I'm confused. Why are you guys on my paper?

M: It's simple. They somehow… hey how are we doing this?

C: a charm that Kira put on all our parchment.

A: Oh, so it's magic! I thought I was just going nuts! Few! (Wipes forehead)

K: We should meet in the entrance hall after we're done eating tonight, 'okay!

A, C, M: Deal!

"Okay, all we all ready to go!" Cassie asked as they went approached the stairs to the library.

"As ready as ever." Said M.E. What if this guy is a stalker, or a death eater! M.E. thought I don't want to die; I haven't even hooked up with

"We're here!"Abby said, interrupting M.E.'s thoughts.

"So this is what the library looks like." Kira said.

"You've never been here before? I do all my major study time in here." Cassie said, looking at Kira in awe.

"I don't need to study. I have raw talent." Kira said.

"Where's herbology?" Abby asked.

"Oh, over in the far left corner, they're some tables there, too." Cassie said automatically.

"You spend way too much time here." Kira said.

"I know, but I'm going to get good NEWTs, and you're not. So za!" Cassie said.

"Let's go catch up with Abby." M.E. said, and they saw that Abby had started sprinting towards the herbology section and waiting for them was Neville Longbottom, his head in a book.

"Hey, Neville, are you Gryffindor Admirer?" Cassie asked.

"Shih…don't say it to loud, but yes." Neville said, putting a bookmark in his book.

"Who's you're crush?" Abby said.

"Luna Lovegood." Neville said sheeppishly.

"Isn't she loony?" Kira asked.

"No, she's different, beautiful, and smart. " Neville said.

"That was so poetic." Said M.E. in a whisper, breaking the moment. They all glared.

"I would like to take her to Slughorn's Christmas party." Neville said, "Or a Hogsmade weekend would be nice."

"We'll see what we can do, Neville."Cassie said, as our five minutes was up.

"Thanks." He mumbled and opened his book back up.