Angelina rolled her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood to put up with—well, anything. She straightened up and stared him in the eye.
“Angelina,” she said with a note of authority. This guy—she still didn’t know his name—was tall and lanky, light skinned and probably freckled, but with brown hair and even darker eyes. She couldn’t see an emblem anywhere, but by his slithery demeanor, she ruled out Hufflepuff. “Have you got a name, then?” Angelina prodded.
“Feisty,” Barty remarked with a smirk. “Does Barty seem like a good enough name, yeah?” He chuckled as he placed a hand on the trunk of the tree by Angelina. Very tanned, dark hair, dark eyes—skin that looked very smooth and lips that looked like they’d give a promising pout. He would certainly enjoy hearing her cries. Such a pretty young thing. Just about his age.
Angelina didn’t like the way he was eyeing her. She sent him a sharp look as he came within her personal space.
"Barty?" Angelina snorted. "Seems like a lame name for someone who acts like they’re so cool,” she teased.
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