January came around dressed in sleet and snow. The skies were a forbidding gray as the students wound their way down to the Quidditch pitch for the annual Ravenclaw verses Slytherin game. Butter had her two best friends, her warmest cloak, and a bag with four bottles of butterbeer. Also, nestled in a pocket, another love potion from Weasley's. This one bore the innocent name of "Cough Tosser." Butter hadn't seen Ethan yet. Did he get to the stands already? That would ruin her chance to sit next to him. And everything hinged on that.

"Hey, Stilts!" Ivory turned at the voice to see a short boy in Slytherin robes grinning maliciously up at her. "So, Ivory, since you're the darkest person in Hogwarts, why do you have that name? Were your parents blind or something?" Ivory stared at him silently for a moment. Butter and Kandra watched to see how Ivory was going to respond. "Well," she finally said, "Not that it's any of your business, but I was named after Ivory Coast, my father's homeland in West Africa." Her eyes narrowed. "You're Parkinson, aren't you?" "Yeah," the Slytherin boy replied. "Mmm, thought so," nodded Ivory. "Yeah, I saw your mum putting you on the Hogwarts Express last fall. Pansy Parkinson, that right?" "Yeah," he answered, sounding somewhat unsure of where the conversation was heading. "Well, Parkinson, I remember reading about your mum in the Boy Who Lived Chronicles. Didn't she have a thing with Malfoy once?" "Yeah," he grunted. "Ah," Ivory continued, a smile starting to appear, "and yet Malfoy dumped her, didn't he? Oh, must've been quite the blow to her, all those galleons and that gorgeous manor..." Kandra shifted uncomfortably. Butter was scanning the crowd streaming toward the stands, looking for Ethan. Ivory's eyes narrowed a little more as she continued, "...last name of Pansy is still Parkinson, huh. She never did get married, did she now?" Parkinson only glowered at her resentfully. "Which makes you," Ivory finished triumphantly, "Pansy Parkinson's little bastard!" "Hey," Parkinson shouted, bringing out his wand. "You really going to hex me, are you?" Ivory laughed. Professor Longbottom arrived just in time to see the Slytherin pull his wand. He put his hand out. "No one is hexing anyone," Professor Longbottom said firmly, "Slytherin, to your stands, Gryffindors to yours." "But Professor," Butter started to object. At that moment, Ethan passed the girls on the way in. "No, we're going," Butter sang, her eyes on her quarry. "Come on, let's get our seats!" Butter bolted after Ethan. Kandra and Ivory followed them into the stands.

Kandra and Ivory started bickering the moment they sat down. Butter had gotten her prize, a seat right next to Ethan. She looked admiringly at his soft brown hair and wondered what it would feel like to touch it. "Hi, Ethan," she smiled brilliantly. Ethan turned to her. Those blue eyes! He nodded, pleasantly enough. Suddenly Kandra's and Ivory's conversation intruded on Butter's thoughts of Ethan. "You didn't have to be so rude to him," Kandra was saying. "No one can help if their parents weren't married." "Hello, Stilts? Just how polite would you have been to that Slytherin if he'd called you Chubby?" Ivory said, affronted. Butter tuned them out and pulled her cloak forward to conceal her actions. She reached in her bag for a bottle of butterbeer. Then she carefully uncorked it, added the love potion, recorked it and gave it a gentle swirl. Ivory's voice broke Butter's concentration again. "Anyway, what I said was technically accurate," Ivory muttered defensively. "Technically accurate, Ivory?" "Well, sure, from a perspective of kingly succession." "Kingly succession?" Kandra repeated, even louder. "Shh, enough. I can't think straight with you two," hissed Butter, getting out the rest of the bottles. Then in an entirely different voice, Butter said brightly, "Here, Ivory, pass this to Kandra. Here's one for you," passing the butterbeers along, "one for me, and oh, look! I have an extra. Ethan?" She held the bottle out to him. Ethan smiled and took the bottle. "Cheers," he said and drank.

Five minutes later, the game had gotten underway. Neither team had managed to score yet, but there had been some near-misses and a Slytherin Beater had almost knocked a Ravenclaw Chaser off her broom. All the students were yelling and cheering in the stands. All but one, who had fallen strangely silent. Butter watched the game, a look of detachment on her face. Suddenly, she said, "I have really great hair. Butter yellow hair--and the name Butterfield, isn't that perfect? Like a whole field of butter." Kandra and Ivory stared at Butter. Butter then announced, "I love myself. I really love myself." Kandra and Ivory exchanged horrified looks with one another. In what Butter must have thought was a whisper, she went on, "Too good for him." Butter nodded significantly at Ethan, who was staring at her, mouth agape. "Let's go, dearie," Ivory said, leaping to her feet. Kandra and Ivory each grabbed one of Butter's elbows, and together they dragged her out of the stands and back to the Castle.