This is my year. This is the year I get the guy. It's all about being subtle, then going in for the kill. Just pounce him. Before Christmas he will be mine. And nothing is going to stop me. He is single, fine, and all mine.
Felicity looked up into the mirror above the sink in the dorm washroom. She had been telling herself that for the first month of school. Sixth year was her year, she knew it. And yet, every time she wanted to tell Lorcan how she felt, something came up.
He was helping Lily with her Herbology. He was practicing Quidditch. He had to meet Lysander somewhere. It just was not fair.
Not to mention the knots she got in her stomach every time she started to tell him. She could talk to him just fine, they had been friends for ages. She just couldn't tell him how she felt. It was stupid. It didn't make any sense. It was a crush.
But maybe it's more than that. She sighed, running a hand through her curly black hair. I should just go tell him now. He's probably in the common room studying for that Charms test. I will go in and declare my love for him, and he'll tell me that he's just been afraid to admit his feelings. Then we'll share a passionate kiss in front of the entire house. Lily will grin and tell us how happy she is, and how she couldn't believe I kept my crush from her because she could have helped, but I won't care because he'll be holding my hand and he'll be mine.
A pounding on the door broke Felicity out of her thoughts. "Hurry up! There are three more of us out here, you know!"
"Sorry, just a sec!" She shook her head to clear the last remaining thoughts before running a brush through her hair. She considered putting some make up on—maybe Lorcan would notice, and Lily had said it would make her blue eyes shine—but she decided against it.
She left the bathroom and Selene ran in. Felicity rolled her eyes. She hadn't been in there that long. Still, there was a long day of classes ahead of her. "So Lily, how do you think you're going to do on the Charms test?"
"I'll do great," the red-head said. "I'm more worried about the game this weekend. Malfoy really wants to beat Ravenclaw."
"Yeah, well, maybe if your stupid cousin hadn't told Malfoy he was the worst team Captain Slytherin had ever had, he'd be in a better mood."
"Yeah. Remind me to thank Louis for that. Anyway, ready for breakfast?"
"Are you really asking me that?" Felicity deadpanned. Giggling, the two girls headed down to the great hall. As they walked through the common room, Felicity couldn't help her eyes drifting to where Lorcan sat, surrounded by his friends. He glanced up and waved, his dark hair falling into his green eyes.