She had not wanted her first day of her first year of Hogwarts to start in this way.
She hadn't wanted to be knocked over by someone a lot taller than she was, she hadn't wanted to trip over her own feet, and she certainly hadn't wanted to be so rudely robbed of her first kiss.
But people, she was beginning to learn, did not always get what they wanted. And this was a prime example.
Cheeks flared red, and the little brunette looked crossly up at the offender; her hands moved automatically to rest sternly upon her hips, just as her mother's did when she caught Calypso taking two biscuits from the tin instead of one.
"You didn't even ask me!" she exclaimed, outraged. "You can't just go around kissing people whenever you feel like it!"
