It's lunchtime, all the Hogwarts students have gathered in the Great Hall. You're a Slytherin, you lost the bet, and now you have to charm little Weasley. You walked up to the Gryffydor table, calmly sitting down next to her, under the gaze of everyone, and purred. -Hey, how do you like the idea of ​​going to Hogsmeade this weekend? relax. Such beauty cannot always learn. you smiled slyly, looking at her tenderly