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Who: Braden and Zara
What: Love Potion Mayhem
Where: Great Hall
When: Just after breakfast
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

It had happened so innocently at first. With the first sip of his pumpkin juice, Zara Flint crept into his head. Flattening out the front page of the Daily Prophet, he remembered how she'd looked that night at the ball, in that dress, simple but elegant. A small smile formed at the thought.

He raised his gaze to look across the great hall to the Slytherin table, and was taken aback by what he saw. Zara looked positively... radiant. She had an ethereal glow to her, and the mere sight of her sent his heart rate skyrocketing. Blatantly staring at her now, he watched her laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly in amusement. Zara Flint was, simply put, a goddess among peons at the Slytherin table. It was only when a sleepy looking fifth year bumped into him and apologized wearily that he realized he hadn't been breathing, and his lungs gratefully sucked in a breath of air.

He felt a strange, almost physically forceful pull to go over and sit with her, though he restrained himself from doing so; he supposed it wouldn't be appreciated by a large majority of the Slytherin table if he stopped by for a visit. So he restrained himself, forcing himself to eat the food before him, though he could hardly focus on what he was doing. When he did manage to force his gaze away from her, it was only for a brief time before his eyes snapped back to her figure. Her beauty was overwhelming. Poor Braden couldn't help but stare in a manner quite unlike his usually gentlemanly one.