Well, she THOUGHT she was alone... (open)

[Maddie Wood]

A pretty young girl by the name of Madeline Adrienna Wood (but everyone called her Maddie...or else...) wandered through the corridors, humming softly to herself. There wasn't a lot to do, except for explore the castle. Smiling to no one in particular, Maddie changed her soft hums into singing.

She had a beautiful voice, actually, especially for a girl of the young age of 13. It was something she'd always been proud of, along with quidditch. It was one of the few things that seemed to set her apart from everyone else. And being a mere Gryffindor 3rd year, she needed things like that.

Maddie continued walkind down the corridor in an almost-dancing way. Had she been back at home, Maddie probably would've been pirouetting as well. She'd taken years of dance and was quite graceful, though the self-discipline needed for ballet was most definitely NOT found in Maddie Wood. She laughed lightly as she paused in her singing, and started again, not knowing she wasn't alone...

[Mark Potter]

Was it just Mark or was his life WAY less exciting than he thought? You know you need a girlfriend when you find yourself walking around the corridors aimlessly all on your own. Walking around aimlessly was something you were supposed to do with a girl. Being single does have its upside. Mark just couldn't think of what that was.

It was hardly a day for Quidditch because... well, there was no real reason why he couldn't go outside and fly, but that would require going all the way down to the dungeons and then all the way to the Quidditch Pitch. He was too lazy to do all that. Besides, there were probably a bunch of Gryffindors there waiting to bother him. Being the family outcast can make you an easy target for the immature teasing of the less intelligent set.

He heard a voice down the hall. Hopefully, it was a voice that belonged to a pretty girl. As he rounded a corner and spotted Maddie, he realized that clearly this voice did not belong to any girl that Mark considered pretty. Pretty, slutty, they're synonyms... sorta. Though he was pretentious and definitely a jerk, even Mark can be nice sometimes. This was not one of those times.

"Oh... It's just you, Gryffindor. I could have sworn I heard a dying cat," he lied, smirking.

You've got to love those inter-house relationships. They bring out the very worst in people and make life just a little more fun though neither party would ever admit it.