Reserved for Lizzie B
The bustling room was about to explode. At least that was how Headmaster, Headmistress... Whatever... Professor McGonnagell was sure it would go. She was almost entirely sure that they all knew about the new marriage law, but only one year at the school was affected. All the seventh years, and because of it, Hogwarts had to make some changes to accommodate to the law. Like double rooms and allowing the paired students to sleep in the same room together. She found the whole matter a thing of Lunacy, especially when they tried to pair her off, and her explanation that she was too old to bear children allowed her exemption from the new law. It was utterly lunacy, as was the speech she was about to make.
"May I have your attention please." she called everyone to attention, and all of the house turned to her, and soon she saw Filch passing out the Ministry letters to the Seventh years they belonged to, and she sighed. "This announcement is for all of those 18 years and older. As I'm sure you are all aware, the Ministry of Magic has instated the marriage law, and each of you have been paired off. Because of this law, there will be a slight change in your life at Hogwarts. For all of those who are affected by the law's constraints, your Ministry letter is being passed out to you."
When Filch gave her a nod to say that they had all been passed out. "Now, if all of you would open your letters and sit with those you have been paired with. There have been some changes to your regular coursework and sleeping arrangements. You and the person you have been paired with will now be..." the next few words felt wrong in her mouth as she watched the students follow her directions. "Sharing a room, and each pair of you is required to take relationship building courses at school, and your designated class has been added to your class sheets. That is all for now. Please enjoy your dessert and head off to bed." she announced, heading back to her seat, and as she predicted, the place exploded with roars of laughter and rage.
It was the first time since the end of the war that Emily felt completely helpless to what was going on around her. Professor McGonnagell had just announced that their Ministry letters were there, and Emily was far from thrilled. She ran a hand through her brunette tresses of hair, her bright hazel eyes looking at the envelope addressed to her sitting in front of her. She opened the letter when she was handed it, and she quickly read over it. It was a bunch of bull, to her at least, and as she scanned the letter, looking for the name... She looked at it oddly. Finn Hargrave. The name sounded oddly familiar, and as each person was advised to sit with their match, she got up, and once she found Finn, she sat with him. She didn't make much eye contact with him.
This whole law was stupid, and for the first time since she was 12, she was questioning whether or not she wanted to be a healer. Because now she was seriously considering going into Magical Law. This whole law had to be breaking some kind of other magical law... Or something. There had to be a way to prove that this was not right. She could see it in some people's faces. Some were optimistic. Others were totally put off, and others were hard to read. Her eyes traveled over to Finn. Her appointed "future husband," and she could tell he was one that would be harder to read. She didn't mind that though. She wasn't ready for marriage, or for children. She wanted to have a career, be successful, and then have a family. None of this was according to her plan.
Her eyes fell on the most unlikely pair she had seen yet. Megara Luxe and Beau Everwood. One was a playboy, and the other the girl of every man's dreams. That would fall apart, imminently, but Emily's ears perked when she heard the last bit of the announcement and she turned to Finn. They would be forced to share a room? That wouldn't be good, and when they were told to enjoy their dessert, Emily could only look at hers. That wasn't a good thing, and she brought up her wand and she tapped the letter with it, watching it levitate and burn as it did so. Charms were her favorite things, and right now it helped release some inner anguish. What was she even supposed to say to the man beside her?
Beau Everwood. The play boy of Gryffindor house, had been looking forward to this year of Hogwarts. That was until he had found out about the marriage law. He'd thrown a fit, broke things, and tried his hardest to keep from killing something or someone. However, hearing the announcements at the beginning of this school year, he could feel the urge to break something come back. He blinked his big, dark eyes, and his muscular build got up when they were told to sit with those that they were paired with. Megara Luxe. He'd heard of her. The one all the guys wanted, and Beau could certainly see why as they sat together. She was alluring. However, it still made Beau mad. He was supposed to be young still, and have all the fun and women he wanted.
He wasn't supposed to settled down, and once the announcements were over, he shot an exploding spell at his letter and it blew burning flakes of the letter all around the table. "This is rubbish!" he exclaimed, and he got a few more agreeing yells before he stood. "We shouldn't have to be paired off like this!" he yelled, and a few more yells and nods followed. "Why should we not have the chance to enjoy our lives and then grow up when we're ready?!"
"MR. EVERWOOD!" a voice boomed and Beau sat down when he saw Professor McGonnagell. "I am aware that this law is a bit ludicrous, but that does not mean you are to start a rally on the first day of school. Detention!" she shouted and Beau rolled his eyes a bit and crossed his arms.
"Stupid law." he grumbled, not even bothering to send Megara another glance at this rate.