Wondering throught the book store, this was truely Rosalie's favourite shop in the whole of Diagon Alley. She went through all of the diffrent titles she could see in view and all of them looked like good reads but she had to stop herself from spending every galleon she had on books. Her bags were already busting with them.

Cutlass was wandering hopelessley round Flourish and Blotts, trying to find something she could read over the school holidays. She had no unread books and no money so was looking through the 2nd hand section and tried desperately to ignore the Slytherin students laughing at her from behined. They are going to lose their eyebrows soon She thought, reaching for her wand.

Felicity was also traipsing through the book store, with the list of the new books needed for the fourth year held out in front of her. She was desperately trying to find the book on Advanced Transfiguration for Fifth years, and was having little luck in finding it. After further searching, and still no luck, she noticed Cutlass, a gryfindor in her year.
"Hello!" she called out, half walking, and half running over to her, "Have you seen this book in here anywhere?" she asked, pointing at said book on her list.

Felicity made Cutlass jump when asking for the location of the book and, wand in hand she turned round and sent the hex towards the girl.

Felicity gasped in surprise as she felt the spell hit her, and felt a tingling sensation just below her forehead. She put her hand to her face, and felt a lack of eyebrows. She looked at Cutlass in confusion, and removed her hand, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Sorry," she said, putting her hands in the air in a defensive posture, and taking a step back, "I didn't mean to surprise you."

Cutlass swore loudly, ''sorry!'' she swore again. ''Are you okay? I didn't mean... They were just... And I...'' she indicated to the group of Slytherins now hysterically laughing and then indicated her wand, shrugging slightly.

Felicity put her hands down to her side again, and smiled amusedly. "Don't worry," she said, and then glanced over in the Slytherin's direction, and rolling her eyes. "That house can be a pain," she affirmed, and glanced back at Cutlass, whilst digging through her pocket to retrieve her wand. She muttered the counter spell, and returned her attention to the sheet of paper with the list of books on. "Anyway, have you seen that Transfiguration book we need this year anywhere? I've had no luck finding it at all so far, and I've been here for the past forty-five minutes!"

''Um, no... I'm sorry...'' she was getting distracted by the Slytherins and honestly, was getting quite pissed off. She grabbed the nearest spellbook and opened to a particularly nasty hex ''Turns your skin bright pink...'' she muttered to felicity, ''like a piglet?'' she turned to the Slytherins and screamed the hex at them.

Felicity was rather baffled at what was going on, and looked between Cutlass and the Slytherins in confused bemusement, watching as their skin turned a rather unattractive shade of pink. She giggled at their looks of utter horror and disgust, but stopped when they directed a rather menacing set of expressions back at Cutlass. "That was probably a bad idea," she commented, voice subdued at their expressions, "They look really angry."

Cutlass' temper was near braking point but she kept quiet. She just glared at the Slytherins in a mix of loathing and envy. She had so wanted to be in Slytherin and the chance was ripped from her. ''They don't want to start anything. They will get hurt. Very hurt.''

Felicity's gaze flitted between Cutlass and the Slytherins nervously, shifting from foot to foot. "Are you sure about that?" she asked, biting her lip anxiously, "They look like they will start something, and there is quite a lot of them."

''It's fine, theyre all talk and no curse. Why dont you ask the shop assis.''
Cutlass stopped as a large book was cursed across the room and hit the wall beside her head. Completely forgetting about magic, she walked towards the only Slytherin with their wand out, a tall blonde boy, and she punched him straight in the face. She felt his nose snap beneath her fist.

Felicity watched uneasily as the scene unfolded, and winced in sympathy as the Slytherin was punched in the face. She hesitated for a moment, before walking over, "Is he okay?" she asked Cutlass, retrieving her wand from her pocket, and fiddling with it, wishing she knew some healing spells for the Slytherin with a now very bloody nose.

''He's fine, there's nothing wrong with him.'' She said coldly, emphasising the word 'nothing' in a way that implied no questions asked.

"But his nose..." Felicity protested weakly, gesturing at him worriedly, "He looks like he needs a healer."