Nobody Else.
A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
BY: Bodem Falchor.
Hogsmeade. The place to go for candies, toys, a pint, and a good laugh or two. But no one would expect a small café to open up. Yes, the Whitehorse café, with coffee, Creamydreams, and enough pastries, pies, and yumyums, to religiously feed an entire quidditch team, but the only few students who visited said café, were the nerds of Hogwarts. And that reason was the Warhammer miniatures that were sold there.
"Hello, Winnaliss," Said Caleb, opening the door to the café.
Caleb was a third year Ravenclaw student, and he wore a black fedora, with a silver, silk ribbon around it, and an autumn striped knitted jumper, with a collar, and a zipper on the neck that led to the chest, blue jeans, blue eyes, and brown hair.
"What would you like, dear?" inquired Winnaliss.
"Just need some new primer, and a box of skeletons, well- okay, and a vanilla cream coffee cake." Replied Caleb.
"Coming right up." Said Winnaliss, flicking her wand at an empty plate on a nearby counter and a cube of white cake with white cream oozing out of its pores appeared on it. Caleb grabbed a red box, and a blue can of spray-paint, and walked to the counter. "Three Galleons?" asked Caleb.
"Only two and a sickle." Replied Winnaliss.
"No, I meant your tip, I'll put this on my tab,"
"Okay!" Said Winnaliss, "Thanks! happy New year!"
Caleb walked to a table with a leather couch, and opened his metal Ireland Pride lunchbox where he kept glue, his paints, and a knife, and some little plastic Warhammer figurines, and he opened his spray-paint, labeled BLACK PRIMER. And he tapped it with his wand, and he sprayed the plastic figures black, and he got to work on painting them.
He painted, enjoying his cake, for a time rendered endless.
An hour past, and it was getting dark, so, he packed up, put on his scarf, and went out the door, where his Nimbus 2004 awaited him. He mounted his broom, an flew right through the Ravenclaw common room window, and he de mounted his broom, and went upstairs to the boys dormitory, and changed into his penguin Jammie bottoms, and sat on his bed, talking to his bunkmate and overall best friend, Glinnen, who just finished a three parchment report on the effects of felonious root and vanilla cream for Snape.
"Dude, you know that Ebony chick in slytherin?" egged Glinnen
"What about her?" Asked Caleb
"She so totally wants you, man!" Said Glinnen
"Does not!"
"Totally!"
"Dude, she's a Goth chick, and I'm an indie kid. No way." Said Bodem, getting into bed. "G'night!" He said as he turned over.
And they went to sleep.