Ace was on the look out for one Hogwarts student in particular. Jolie was the one he had promised to speak with this Hogsmeade weekend. It was her first year to be able to participate, and that was a big deal. The last few had been met with too much paperwork for him to have enough time to visit.

With the crowds making it hard to get by, Ace could hardly notice each person he passed by. If they didn’t look like Jolie, he wasn’t interested. Due to the chaos, he felt rushed and frazzled. This lead to the first blonde that looked slightly familiar to become associated with being Jolie. As he was about to try and get her attention, he was pushed forward by another busy person. His hand that was reaching to gently touch her shoulder had seemed to freeze where it was as he gazed at the girl in shock. Not Jolie.

Oh no, but he did know her. Why this again? Just another miss understanding that was ready to unfold. He hadn’t seen the person who had angered her this time, but he knew how she was when angered. He hadn’t even noticed that he had rolled his eyes at that thought.