Sixth year guys dorm.

He shrugged.

Rashell turned to One desprately. "Listen. I need ten galleons. Will you please go out with me?"

He gigglesnorted. "Sure."

"THANK YOU! Hey, whats his name, can tell you something?"
Rashell was silent, looking bored.
"We're over."

"D'oh!" He resumed taping his glasses.

"Fastest breakup ever, achieved. Thank you, Brooke. See ya, gotta get my ten galleons and get to Elroy's closet before----- YOU NEVER HEARD THAT, NERDS."
And Rashell disappeared, probably never to appear in this plot again. Brooke, however, shall sit in the Slytherin common room at random times.

Angel blinked. Charlie twitched. One groaned.

.......
Rashell popped back up. "Nerd I used to go out with, I need your signature."

"I have a name. Quill?"

"Yeah." Rashell held out a piece of paper.
Serenity burst into the room. "HELLO, GRYFFINDOR MALES OF SIXTH YEAR! What's up?"

He quickly scribbled his name.

Angel closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

"I straightened my hair!" Serenity looked proud of herself. "But I burned my ear. Anyways, how is everyone?!"

"Thank you, nerd!" Rashell ran off, squealing.

"Mediocre," said One.

Charlie grunted.

Angel turned the page.

Serenity glared at One, thinking he said her straightening skills were mediocre. "Hey! Angel! Today's my last day of visiting!" She grinned, tilting her head to the side happily.

"HALLELUJAH!" Charlie jumped up and threw his hands in the air. Angel shot him a look.

"I'm ignoring you, Charlie. So, anyways... Hi!"

He fell back into sitting on his bed.

"Hello," said One.

"Yeah. OHMIGOD I'M SO EXCITED! OLIVIA SAID IF I SHUT UP SHE WOULD GET ME A PICTURE OF YOU NOW IN SWIMMING TRUNKS!"

"Nonesuch exists," said Angel.

Serenity's mouth dropped open.
"WHAT?! I LEFT HER ALONE WITH CEDRIC DIGGORY FOR NOTHING!?"
Yes, she's overemotional. Angry Olivia had lied, she burst out into tears.

Spoiler:

"Diggory, huh?" said One. "Lucky bastard."

Serenity stopped crying, continuing sniffles, crossing her arms.
"NO. SHE'S NOT. SHE WAS ABOUT TO GET A MAKEOVER."

"Miss Rosensteel," said Angel. "She told me to tell you to, quote, "DO NOT LET YOUR FUTURE WAIFU GIVE ME MAKEOVERS." Unquote." He had actually done a pretty good imitation.

Serenity blushed, suddenly shy, looking at her feet happily.
"But why not?" She asked, looking up at him...
And...
"What kind of pajamas do you wear?"

One gigglesnorted. Charlie raised his eyebrows. "OH ERRLY? (o rly)"