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Disclaimer: Unfortunately we own nothing, it all belongs to the goddess JK Rowling, we are just playing with her characters. You couldn't sue us anyway, you'd get nada!
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (S.Padfoot is her split personality) proudly present this fic! Nobody wanted to be Wormtail, well can you blame them?
Anyway, this is an incidental character story about Roger Davies and a made-up character (she's the older sister of Mandy Brocklehurst). This is set in Harry's fourth year, fan fic so we can do what we want. No Triwizard tournament, Quidditch is back on, Moldie Voldie did not rise again and Cedric won't die. YAY!
So, on with the fic!
Two Bludgers to the stomach and one to the head
Chapter 1- What lurks in the corridor?
The rustle of parchment and the impatient scratching of a quill tip, was the only sound that was to be heard from the corner table in the library. Suddenly that was broken by a very frustrated groan. Charlotte Brocklehurst ran her fingers through her hair in a troubled manner. This just wasn't fair, shouldn't she be able to complete a simple Transfiguration essay? After all, she was a Ravenclaw, she was suppose to be smart!
The truth was that Charlotte was smart and lived up to the Ravenclaw stereotype. But, she had so much on her mind, that she was finding it incredibly hard to concentrate.
The NEWT's were months off, but that didn't stop the panic rising within her. Everyone in her family had passed with honours; she somehow didn't know if she could live up to it. Her stress was just added to by the fact that her younger sister, Mandy, had become suddenly subdued and for once Charlotte couldn't sort out all her problems; she didn't even know what was wrong. However, maybe the thing that Charlotte was finding hardest to deal with was Tim Matthews.
Mentally, she scolded herself for being so stupid. It had been nearly a month (well, three weeks and four days to be exact) since they had broken-up, but still it was hard. It had really knocked her self-esteem, when her boyfriend of four months had dumped her. Charlotte still had to swallow the nausea and the lump in her throat whenever he walked by, that petite blonde on his arm.
`Why a Slytherin and why my worst enemy?' She asked herself the same question she had been asking for three weeks and four days.
Sighing, she decided that she wasn't going to get any more work done tonight (fortunately, her essay was due in next week). Gathering the stack of books, she distractedly left the library, heading for the Ravenclaw common room. Charlotte wasn't really paying attention as she automatically headed up a staircase and down a corridor. Rounding the corner, she wasn't even aware of another persons presence, that is until she crashed into them, her books scattering across the floor. Without even bothering to look up, Charlotte hurriedly apologised, trying to gather her books and parchment.
"No, it's my fault really." Charlotte finally looked up, as the owner of the voice handed her a book. She found herself locking eyes with a pair of sparkling blue ones.
Roger Davies was having a hard time concentrating. He had been engrossed in his very used copy of `Quidditch Through out the ages' and was comfortably stationed in front of the fire in the Ravenclaw common room. However, his solitude had not lasted long. Fourth years Padma Patil and Lisa Turpin had settled themselves by his armchair. After a straight hour of giggling, Roger was ready to crack (even though he had not been aware that he was the cause of such giggling). Seeking peace, he had pulled the copy of `Hogwarts a History' in the bookcase at the left side of the room, and gratefully slid through the doorway that appeared. Stepping into the corridor, he had barely noticed as the suit of armour had slid back over the passage. Not watching where he was going, Roger trudged through the hallways, not really knowing where he was headed.
It had been several months since he had returned to Hogwarts, this year in his seventh year and once again Quidditch captain. Once again he had received the attention that goes with it. Many saw Roger Davies as the dark, mysterious, brooding, loner. OK, that's what he was, he just felt incredibly uncomfortable by being in the spotlight. He really did prize the time when he was alone, a time he didn't have anyone to impress. This is why it was a common occurrence to see the Quidditch captain roaming the halls.
`All right, Davies, back to business,' he thought to himself, as he absently strolled along. `Quidditch match against Hufflepuff. Must talk to Cho about Diggory, he's gonna be hard to beat.' Lost in thoughts of Quidditch, he rounded the corner, abruptly bumping into someone, sending books and parchment everywhere. Quickly bending down to help gather the scattered papers, Roger heard an apology, from a familiar voice.
"No, it's my fault really." He insisted as he handed her a book. Suddenly, a pair of chocolate brown eyes connected with his own.
After a few moments, Charlotte realised that she was in a deserted corridor, crouching extremely close to Roger Davies, the object of many girl's fantasies. He was a mystery and girls found that incredibly appealing. For some reason, one she didn't know, Charlotte couldn't suppress the pink tint that arose in her cheeks as she quickly stood up. Gratefully accepting the book from Davies' reach, she managed a small, apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Roger. I wasn't watching where I was going." Once again, he gallantly tried to accept the blame. In the end a compromise was reached; it was both their faults. Davies gathered up the rest of her books, slinging them under his left arm, and began to walk Charlotte down the corridor. Charlotte had always felt uncomfortable around Roger Davies. After all, there was something intimidating about him, (the girls in her dorm had decided it was major sex appeal and rugged magnetism). Maybe it was his height (after all at 6ft 2 he did seem to tower over most people), or it could have been the fact that he looked so unpredictable. With his thick dark hair, innocent blue eyes (that would darken suddenly) and ear-ring, he was an unpredictable contrast. Everyone knew Roger Davies did what he wanted, when he wanted. It surprised many that he was even on the Quidditch team, let alone captain. However, he was a devoted captain, showing once again his unpredictable nature.
Now, Charlotte found herself being escorted back to the common room by the infamous recluse. Neither of them had uttered a word as they walked, but Charlotte was brought out of her reverie as they approached the suit of amour.
"Sugarquill." Davies' deep, but smooth voice unintentionally sent a shiver up her spine. As the doorway appeared, Davies turned and smiled at her, a dimple appearing in his left cheek.
"Ladies first." He motioned to the entrance. Charlotte went ahead, but waited just inside the Ravenclaw common room. Once Davies appeared by her side, she smiled gratefully and retrieved her books.
"Thanks, Roger. And don't worry next time I'll watch where I'm going." She began to make her way over to the stairs that lead up to the girls dormitories. Until she heard his voice.
"'Night Brocklehurst." She turned and gave him another smile.
"Good night, Roger." Then she continued up the staircase, leaving Davies in the virtually empty common room.
Fan fic managed!
A/N: What do you think? More chapters to come whether you like it or not. First person to review can have a part in the story!
Flames are welcome and will be used to toast Wormtail on a spit. But reviews will be used to bribe Oliver Wood into just a towel... think about it!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately we own nothing, it all belongs to the goddess JK Rowling, we are just playing with her characters. You couldn't sue us anyway, you'd get nada!
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (S.Padfoot is her split personality) proudly present this fic! Nobody wanted to be Wormtail, well can you blame them?
Anyway, this is an incidental character story about Roger Davies and a made-up character (she's the older sister of Mandy Brocklehurst). This is set in Harry's fourth year, fan fic so we can do what we want. No Triwizard tournament, Quidditch is back on, Moldie Voldie did not rise again and Cedric won't die. YAY!
So, on with the fic!
Two Bludgers to the stomach and one to the head
Chapter 1- What lurks in the corridor?
The rustle of parchment and the impatient scratching of a quill tip, was the only sound that was to be heard from the corner table in the library. Suddenly that was broken by a very frustrated groan. Charlotte Brocklehurst ran her fingers through her hair in a troubled manner. This just wasn't fair, shouldn't she be able to complete a simple Transfiguration essay? After all, she was a Ravenclaw, she was suppose to be smart!
The truth was that Charlotte was smart and lived up to the Ravenclaw stereotype. But, she had so much on her mind, that she was finding it incredibly hard to concentrate.
The NEWT's were months off, but that didn't stop the panic rising within her. Everyone in her family had passed with honours; she somehow didn't know if she could live up to it. Her stress was just added to by the fact that her younger sister, Mandy, had become suddenly subdued and for once Charlotte couldn't sort out all her problems; she didn't even know what was wrong. However, maybe the thing that Charlotte was finding hardest to deal with was Tim Matthews.
Mentally, she scolded herself for being so stupid. It had been nearly a month (well, three weeks and four days to be exact) since they had broken-up, but still it was hard. It had really knocked her self-esteem, when her boyfriend of four months had dumped her. Charlotte still had to swallow the nausea and the lump in her throat whenever he walked by, that petite blonde on his arm.
`Why a Slytherin and why my worst enemy?' She asked herself the same question she had been asking for three weeks and four days.
Sighing, she decided that she wasn't going to get any more work done tonight (fortunately, her essay was due in next week). Gathering the stack of books, she distractedly left the library, heading for the Ravenclaw common room. Charlotte wasn't really paying attention as she automatically headed up a staircase and down a corridor. Rounding the corner, she wasn't even aware of another persons presence, that is until she crashed into them, her books scattering across the floor. Without even bothering to look up, Charlotte hurriedly apologised, trying to gather her books and parchment.
"No, it's my fault really." Charlotte finally looked up, as the owner of the voice handed her a book. She found herself locking eyes with a pair of sparkling blue ones.
Roger Davies was having a hard time concentrating. He had been engrossed in his very used copy of `Quidditch Through out the ages' and was comfortably stationed in front of the fire in the Ravenclaw common room. However, his solitude had not lasted long. Fourth years Padma Patil and Lisa Turpin had settled themselves by his armchair. After a straight hour of giggling, Roger was ready to crack (even though he had not been aware that he was the cause of such giggling). Seeking peace, he had pulled the copy of `Hogwarts a History' in the bookcase at the left side of the room, and gratefully slid through the doorway that appeared. Stepping into the corridor, he had barely noticed as the suit of armour had slid back over the passage. Not watching where he was going, Roger trudged through the hallways, not really knowing where he was headed.
It had been several months since he had returned to Hogwarts, this year in his seventh year and once again Quidditch captain. Once again he had received the attention that goes with it. Many saw Roger Davies as the dark, mysterious, brooding, loner. OK, that's what he was, he just felt incredibly uncomfortable by being in the spotlight. He really did prize the time when he was alone, a time he didn't have anyone to impress. This is why it was a common occurrence to see the Quidditch captain roaming the halls.
`All right, Davies, back to business,' he thought to himself, as he absently strolled along. `Quidditch match against Hufflepuff. Must talk to Cho about Diggory, he's gonna be hard to beat.' Lost in thoughts of Quidditch, he rounded the corner, abruptly bumping into someone, sending books and parchment everywhere. Quickly bending down to help gather the scattered papers, Roger heard an apology, from a familiar voice.
"No, it's my fault really." He insisted as he handed her a book. Suddenly, a pair of chocolate brown eyes connected with his own.
After a few moments, Charlotte realised that she was in a deserted corridor, crouching extremely close to Roger Davies, the object of many girl's fantasies. He was a mystery and girls found that incredibly appealing. For some reason, one she didn't know, Charlotte couldn't suppress the pink tint that arose in her cheeks as she quickly stood up. Gratefully accepting the book from Davies' reach, she managed a small, apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Roger. I wasn't watching where I was going." Once again, he gallantly tried to accept the blame. In the end a compromise was reached; it was both their faults. Davies gathered up the rest of her books, slinging them under his left arm, and began to walk Charlotte down the corridor. Charlotte had always felt uncomfortable around Roger Davies. After all, there was something intimidating about him, (the girls in her dorm had decided it was major sex appeal and rugged magnetism). Maybe it was his height (after all at 6ft 2 he did seem to tower over most people), or it could have been the fact that he looked so unpredictable. With his thick dark hair, innocent blue eyes (that would darken suddenly) and ear-ring, he was an unpredictable contrast. Everyone knew Roger Davies did what he wanted, when he wanted. It surprised many that he was even on the Quidditch team, let alone captain. However, he was a devoted captain, showing once again his unpredictable nature.
Now, Charlotte found herself being escorted back to the common room by the infamous recluse. Neither of them had uttered a word as they walked, but Charlotte was brought out of her reverie as they approached the suit of amour.
"Sugarquill." Davies' deep, but smooth voice unintentionally sent a shiver up her spine. As the doorway appeared, Davies turned and smiled at her, a dimple appearing in his left cheek.
"Ladies first." He motioned to the entrance. Charlotte went ahead, but waited just inside the Ravenclaw common room. Once Davies appeared by her side, she smiled gratefully and retrieved her books.
"Thanks, Roger. And don't worry next time I'll watch where I'm going." She began to make her way over to the stairs that lead up to the girls dormitories. Until she heard his voice.
"'Night Brocklehurst." She turned and gave him another smile.
"Good night, Roger." Then she continued up the staircase, leaving Davies in the virtually empty common room.
Fan fic managed!
A/N: What do you think? More chapters to come whether you like it or not. First person to review can have a part in the story!
Flames are welcome and will be used to toast Wormtail on a spit. But reviews will be used to bribe Oliver Wood into just a towel... think about it!