“Molly…Exactly why would we care if some young one we’ve never f*****g met likes girls?”
Molly shot her an indignant look. “Because she’s standing next to our lockers! She’s probably looking to join your team, gobshite.”
We all glanced across the corridor again, to the group of girls gathered where Connie had left the sign-up sheet taped to her locker. They appeared to be deep in conversation, five of them all facing one girl in particular. A rather stout girl with flushed cheeks and a frown.
Connie let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan, marching forward swiftly. I followed her closely as she pushed the small group of Second Years in front of us out of her way and the next few students, peering over their shoulders, quickly stepped aside. She stood behind a girl I knew to
