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Ellie glared at the gorgeous dress her (RICH) cousin sent over when she heard that Ellie got her letter. It was simple but stunning. It was strapless and short. It hugged her body and had a little bit of diamonte on it that you didn't really notice till the light was angled perfectly to catch off of. She would love to wear it. But for anyone other than Adam Leroy. “Oi! Elle!” Brianna's nickname for her. “I've got the best idea ever! Ya wanna make an impression right? But when it comes to Agit Leroy,” She had been calling him that since forever. “ya wanna make a bad one...”

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Adam Leroy fixed his tie and brushed down his suit. He had been seriously thinking about a tux but his sister Blair had laughed at his face when he asked her about it. The tie, a dark, midnight blue, tangled up in a knot and he gave a frustrated sigh and tugged it off over his head.

He sighed and walked into his fireplace and before shouting 'The Leaky Cauldron' he glanced at the picture of Ellie Hilder and sighed. She was the girl he was going to marry. And he was going to meet her in five minutes. He had taken atleast three relaxing potions today he was so nervous.

The Leaky Cauldron smelled of stale beer and was hot. Very, very hot. Adam pushed his way through the crowd and shouted over the noise at the bar man. A girl sitting on the stool nearest to him eyed him and smirked. “Heya Hun.” Adam quirked an eyebrow and waved with an awkward smile. “Uhm hi.” “You a single or am I just waiting to get your bio?” The girl had straight, long dark hair and had dark, dark eyes and big full lips. Lately, since the new ministry rule, flirting tended not to stray away from it. Adam gave her a smile and said, “Got my letter. Sorry.” The bar man lead him away from the girl and into a private room with but three tables – all of them full.

On one table there was a gorgeous, Asian girl with her hair in a messy, ugly knot. She was wearing a baggy, pink, old tracksuit that was about three sizes to big on her and hung off her frame so he didn't even get the tiniest glimpse of her figure. He blinked. Why the heck was she wearing that? Adam suddenly felt VERY over dressed.

He sat down across from her. “Hi. You must be Ellie right?” The girl infront of him was going to marry him. He gave her his smexiest, lopsided grin. “Yeah.” she snapped and gave him an ugly look. He blinked. “Oookay. Uhm, well I'm Adam Leroy but you know that from my bio. I have an internship with the Daily Prophet. You?” Ellie narrowed her eyes and shook her head in disgust. “You don't remember me, do you?” Adam frowned at her. “I think I'd reconise a face like yours.” He gave her a shy but flirty smile. Ellie made a disgusted noise.

'Of course he wouldn't!' She thought savagely. 'So like the git.' Ellie plucked up her menu and scanned over it. She waved over the waitor. “Anything I can get you?” Everything was a bit pricy for someone who only worked in the café in St. Mungo's, but the Ministry always gave the future spouses their first date free soo. “I'll have the Spagetti with a side order of chips – and I want them chunky. Not the little sliver of a thing bars and stuff have, okay? ...And Elderflower Wine.” “Two glasses?” “Yes.” Adam said with a nod. “And can I have the Steak and Kidney pie?” The waiter nodded and took their menus and disappeared.

“Soo, Ellie, should I know you?” Adam asked as the waiter filled their glasses with Elderflower Wine. When the waiter left, Ellie glared at him. “Let me give you a hint. Sophie Long.” Adam paled and big dark circles formed around his eyes as though he had not slept in ages.

Now he reconsied her. “Ellie Hilder.” He said hoarsly, his head feeling suddenly light. “Are you still intouch with Brianna Tempten?” he whispered, looking down at his lap. Ellie said nothing but gave him a curt nod. “Please believe me when I say I'm sorry and wish it never happened.” Ellie shook her head. So this was why she was giving him so much grief.

Ellie bit down on her lip, hard. Boiling hot tears were threatning to boil over and slide down her cheeks. It was always a painful subject when it came to Sophie. “I didn't have anything to do with it.” Ellie sighed and shook her head again, but this time out of disappointment. “You didn't do anything to stop them though, did you?”

Adam opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Ellie pushed back her chair and stood up. “You know what? This is too painful. I'm leaving. See ya.” She pulled on her coat and turned away from him. “WAIT! We were MATCHED!” Adam shouted after her. “TOO BAD I HATE YOU-UH!” Her voice broke at the end of the sentence and Adam knew she was crying. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed as the waitor brought over their dinners. “Uh...You know since the young lady is no longer here, it doesn't count as a date so you have to pay...”

Ellie stopped at the Graveyard with a bunch of white roses – Sophie's favourite – she walked down rows and rows of cold stone that marked the graves. She finally came across her best friend's grave. She rested the flowers down where Sophie's chest would be. Ellie couldn't stop the floods of tears as she curled up by the Gravestone, hugging herself.