Felicitania Tugwood was excited beyond words. She'd discovered an absolutely incredible thing! Drew had his own pad! At Hogwarts! She didn't know how, or why, but that wasn't important. What was important was that Drew was a dork, which meant that he would be putty in her hands! Or would be once she turned her not inconsiderable charms on the poor inexperienced lump. She could see it now, she'd wrap him around her finger and then she'd be able to use his place, that he would generously offer for her to use, in exchange for certain... incentives, that she could provide him with, to do truly wonderful things. She could see it before her, the parties, and the get-togethers for her and her closest friends! And the connections she could make! Oh, the other skanks in school would be so jealous! It would be great! Slughorn would be green with envy too. He would regret looking down on her!
The only thing she needed to do was get to the little dork before anyone else caught on and went after him too! An easy enough thing to do, she reasoned.
She turned and looked at herself in the full-length mirror she'd brought with her from home and frowned. She reached back and pulled on the back of her robes to cause them to hug her figure tightly in the front. She sucked in her stomach a bit and arched her back somewhat to get a more striking profile before letting go of her robes and pouting. There really was no way to look attractive in these ugly formless robes she was forced to wear. She reached up and cupped her breasts, pushing them together and gave a sattisfied nod to herself. Only Susan Turpin had bigger pair in their year in Gryffindor, but even her generous endowments were almost lost is the formless mass of useless fabric that was her school robes.
Well, there was nothing for it then; she'd have to get up close and personal. She could do that, he didn't look disgusting or anything, so it wasn't too much of a problem. Her mom always said that you shouldn't get too hung up on looks; many other things were just as important after all.
Janus Thickey was a good example. Handsome, charming and from a family of good standing. On the face of it, he was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Unfortunately, he was also a womanizing slimy bastard that tried to get under the robes of any girl that happened to catch his eye. That so many girls fell for his act never ceased to astound her. How he managed to convince them that he wouldn't cheat on them, as he had with every girl he'd been with, she would never understand. That Janus didn't have a monogamous bone in his body was readily apparent to anyone with wits in their heads. Something that was in obvious short supply amongst her year-mates. Not that she minded, she thought with a haughty sniff, it just made 'em easier to lead around, as was the proper way of things. She was Queen of Gryffindor for a reason, after all.
A burst of giggling had her turning to observe two of her roommates, Eunice Primpernelle and May Alton. She rolled her eyes and sighed in disgust. To handily illustrate her ealier point was her "dear" friends. May was a dear, happy and well-meaning and Felicitania really truly liked her company, but she doubted she'd see much of her after school. May would find some loser and spend the rest of her life popping out sprogs and growing fat. A shame really. And Eunice, she had ambition and drive, but she was only half as smart as she thought she was, and too short-sighted and impatient to truly be a threat to Felicitania's place as the Queen of Gryffindor. The only reason she bothered with her was that it was easier to handle her amateurish little plots when she had her close by. Her would-be rival did not excel when it came to true subterfuge and was fairly easy to read, particularly when she was plotting something. The fact that Janus had managed to get to her illustrated just perfectly what sort of girl she was in Felicitania's opinion.
She turned back to her mirror. Maybe a sticking charm on her robes would work… It would make it skin tight. She looked over at her friends again to assure herself that they were still absorbed by the conversation before casting the charm. And very quickly came to regret it. Not only did it look truly horrible, with strange wrinkles and folds all over, but her undergarments were now plainly visible. She winced. And it felt like ether her robes or her skin was about to tear whenever she moved. She quickly cast the counter-spell and sighed in relief. Right, up close and personal it was then. He wasn't bad looking, it wouldn't be to much a chore to keep him entertained. Eye on the prize, Felicitania, eye on the prize, as he mother always said.
It irked her, just a bit, that she had Janus to thank for this amazing opportunity. Being who she was there was no wonder that Janus was after her, he'd been sniffing around her like a Niffler after a shiny trinket since she'd gotten her girls in third year. And he just. Wouldn't. GIVE. UP! Some days it was just too much effort one her part to cut him down to size so she just avoided him if she was able. That had led her down some out of the way corridors she didn't normally use and that's where she'd spotted him.
Drew.
She'd seen him enter a room she knew wasn't used for any classes, and curious about what he was up to, she had attempted to follow. The door had been locked. She'd considered knocking but decided against it and instead asked a nearby portrait what that room was. And the answer she'd gotten… oh yes. That had potential! Such wonderful fantastic potential! She had asked some follow up questions; how many rooms? How large were they? How was the lighting in there? Was it very cluttered with whatever junk Drew had filed it with? For the most parts the answers she got was pleasing to her, though apparently Drew had quite a lot of things in there that he would have to clear out so that she could put in appropriate furnishings in its place. A small matter, she was sure she could convince him to clean it out.
Now, she didn't know who the boy was at the time. She knew she'd seen him in Herbology and the painting had provided his name. That was less than ideal. If she wanted to get a grip on this dork she needed to know what he was like. If her mother had taught her anything it was that to get and keep a guy you needed to first find out what motivated him, spreading your legs might reel him in initially, but you had to remember that all woman could do that, and if that was all you had you'd lose him to the next slut to come around. To keep your man you needed to become the center of his life, and for that, you needed to know where to focus your charms. It was a chore, of course. Because men were always interested in unimportant things, more focused on things then people. That in itself needn't be a bad thing, as long as it was focused in the right direction. The trick was to get the man to refocus. This was not always the easiest thing since men were often pig-headed.
But he wouldn't cooperate! She'd been watching him where she could for over a week! And she knew little more than when she started! Part of the problem was that she didn't share any classes with him outside of Herbology. He was never present in the Great Hall, not for breakfast, not for dinner and not for the evening meal. She had found out that he frequented the library an awful lot, but that was hardly an ideal location to have a conversation. Not with that vicious harpy manning the desk, always hovering, always glaring, waiting for a opportunity to swoop in and reprimand anyone that disturbed the tranquility of her dusty domain. How the old biddy could hear them in that place even when they were out of eyesight never ceased to confound her. She must have the ears of a bat.
She'd tried to get some information on him from his housemates and had reached out to some of her acquaintances in Ravenclaw, only to find out that he was not part of that house. Nor was he part of Hufflepuff, which was the other option because she knew he couldn't be in Slytherin, she would have seen more of him if that were the case. The only one he seemed to interact with in any way was that weird groundskeeper, Hassid, Harrid, or Hagrid, or something like that, she never could remember. Felicitania was sure he was not entirely human however, and she wasn't willing to go to him asking questions. The big brute was likely as not to accidently sit on her, and then where would she be?
She had to admit though, she was a bit excited by the mystery. Who was this boy that wasn't sorted into any of the houses like everyone else? Why did he have a room all to himself? What was so special about Drew Alhgren? But it didn't help her getting a handle on this dork and leaving her with only one avenue of approach which meant she would have to improvise as she went. Not ideal, but she could manage, she was Felicitania Tugwood and no boy could resist her, or her girls. She just had to get in close and rub her parts on him and all the blood would rush from his brain and into his nethers and her job would be done. It would be easy.
Satisfied she checked her hair and face before leaving her dorm.
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Unknown to Felicitania, her supposedly surreptitious inquiries into a certain boy had not gone unnoticed by the people she had asked. In this case, her notoriety worked against her. Why was Felicitania Tugwood interested in this no-name boy that most didn't even notice? Questions were asked and a picture formed. And slowly the knowledge started to spread about one Andrew Ahlgren and the strange circumstances surrounding him. The boy in question would not be too pleased when he learn who was the cause of all this new attention. Not pleased at all.