So... I've had this idea in my head for a while but I wanted to start my other big bang theory first. Anyway, I've made polyvore edits with both random things for 'the gryffindor mystery' and with a group of a family. But I can't tell you what edit is for them since that would spoil the story. Anyway, if you'd like to check out my polyvore the links on profiles aren't working but pm me and I'll find a way for you to find it. So, over to the story.
And English is not my first language, this is told from Penny's pov.
Oh, and this will hold some brief spoilers for the Harry Potter books and movies.
In the works of cleaning the bar table at my job at the cheesecake factory I glanced over the restaurant and noticed a group of friends I had noticed came here every Tuesday for dinner. And always ordered the same food, even though I could never remembered what because while I walked over to them and scribbled down their orders one of the four men caught my eye and I couldn't keep my heart from beating so hard it was as if it was beating right out of my chest.
There were four men, one tall, skinny one who seemed rather callous and very, very picky with orders. One shorter with brown hair who always pulled creepy jokes, one Indian guy who whispered his orders into the creepy guy's ear and let him say them. And at last the one who made my heart beat, shortest of them all with brown hair and glasses with thick bows. As soon as he was looking into my eyes I was certain my heart would stop it would beat so hard.
Looking further over the restaurant I spotted a younger male, perhaps in his late teens somewhere sitting by the bar desk. He used to come here a few times a week or so, order a portion of grilled shrimp and bacon club sandwich with French fries, some Fanta that he poured into a thermos mug with a print of the Gryffindor lion on.
Speaking about the Gryffindor lion, he always wore a Bobbie hat with a Gryffindor lion, as well as a backpack with Gryffindor lions and even a phone case that I could see the Gryffindor colors and lion on when he had it lying back up on the desk. And as always, he had taken about two bites of his food, and now sat with a drawing pad and some pencils and with quick moves was sketching over the paper.
"Hello" in boredom when there was nothing to do for the moment I started talking to the boy. "What are you drawing?" The boy just looked up at me, smiled a bit mischievous and looked down on his paper continuing to sketch. "Not much of a talker, are you?" The boy shrugged, but I felt a weird connection with the boy, and wasn't giving up so easily. "So… are you a Gryffindor?" Finally the boy looked up at me again and shrugged slightly. "I take it you are since you have so much with the Gryffindor colors and lion on." He shrugged again. "Oh you're really aren't anything of a talker!"
"I am actually, just a bit tired so you'll have to excuse that. And I don't usually share what it is that I'm sketching. And I'm not going to make an exception. But when they're done you can see them." He ripped a paper out of his pad, put it in a blue, white and green, flower- patterned file folder and lifted up his backpack onto the desk to put it in.
"I can see you like Harry Potter? So… Are you a Gryffindor?" As the boy closed his backpack again I could catch a glance of a collection of Harry Potter books. "Geez man, do you carry around the Harry Potter books, of all books? How many of the books have you even got in there?" The boy smiled again and counted them.
"Five. And yes, I do like Harry Potter, unfortunately I just wish I was a Gryffindor. It's totally the best Hogwarts house. But I think I'd be a Hufflepuff because I'm such a loser." He laughed slightly. "So I take it you like Harry Potter too?!" I nodded and sat down on the opposite side off the bar desk from him. "So what house would you be in?"
"Slytherin, totally."
"Oh, you're a snake." The boy laughed again. I couldn't help but laugh too because he just had one of those laughs as if he didn't have a care in the whole world. And for a second he scratched the back of his head before he spoke again.
Not until then I realized how much the boy was wearing, he was wearing a knitted V- neck shirt over a flannel button up, and over that an opened zippered hoodie. He was also wearing sweatpants but I could spot some lining of a pair of jeans between the V neck shirt and the sweatpants, and on top of that a thick Bobbie hat. It all made it look like he should be sweating to death today. But he didn't seem to care. And just as I laid my hand down on the counter my hand touched his, not much. But enough to feel the temperature.
"My God." If I had ever had some motherly instincts they kicked right in at that moment and I took his hand in both of mine. "You're freezing. How are you freezing?" The boy just smiled and pulled away his hand and along with his other hand he pushed them into his hoodie's pockets.
"My hands are always cold. Don't worry about it. When I say always I mean always and it doesn't bother me at all." He pulled one of his hands up again and fingered with one of the pencils that still laid on the desk. "No, as I said. I'm probably a Hufflepuff only because I'm such a loser. But I kind of wish I was a Gryffindor anyway. That might have helped me during… some times."
He had gotten a bit of a distant look in his eyes, as if he remembered something that was hard to think about. Several times before I had noticed the boy was very pale, but now he seemed to go even paler, until he looked kind of greenish and unwell and I looked around for a bowl or some paper when he suddenly threw his pencils down into his bag before he grabbed it and threw it over his shoulder. And I noticed the move was weak, and kind of shaky before he spoke in a bit of a hoarse and troubled voice.
"I'm not feeling too well. I think I'd better head home." He pressed his lips hard together and started rushing towards the door. And he really looked like he was going to get sick and I prayed to God he wouldn't get sick in the store.
"I'M PENNY BY THE WAY."
I shouted after him, but right after he opened the door and disappeared. I hurried after, to see if he was okay. But when I came out onto the pavement he was nowhere to be seen. I sighed, then shrugged. He was probably going to come back tomorrow or some other day, he had to come back didn't he? Well if he would. Then the first thing I do would be to have to ask for his name. How rude of me not to take it now.
But the boy didn't come the next day, neither did he the next, or the next. And when a month had passed, with me coming into work every day, even when I had a day off to meet him, only to realize that he wasn't there that day either. At last I gave up hope about ever seeing him again. But still I couldn't forget about him. And I wanted to tell him things. That I still hadn't been able to talk to that boy… and yeah that was about it!
But I wanted to know who he was as well. Where he came from, and what he liked. What he didn't like and how he had ended up being at the cheesecake factory to eat so many times and then had seemed to fall off the face of the earth. I wanted to know what he had been drawing and what couples he shipped. I wanted to know about his family, his dreams and fears. Anything about who he was.
It wasn't that I was in love or anything. I just felt the weirdest of connections to the boy who had been sitting at the second stool from the right at the bar desk. And that connection made me crazy, since I couldn't for my life figure out who he was. No one else at my job had talked to him or even remembered who he was, it was like he had been a ghost. A spirit only I could see and talk to. Whose only thing to do was to make sure that I ended up with the brown- haired boy with glasses. Even though I hadn't talked to that guy yet. But I knew for certain that if it wasn't for that strange Gryffindor boy I probably would never have gotten around to even believe that I ever would be able to do it at all.
And every time I heard the door to the restaurant open and close I expected to see his Bobbie hat and quirky smile. But it never was. And for every time I looked down again, it reminded me of how much of a mystery this boy was- a Gryffindor mystery.
And I guessed he would just stay the Gryffindor mystery forever.
So, that's it for a first chapter. I hope you liked it. And I hope you're looking forward to see who this mystery Gryffindor is. And just to say it. I do not think Hufflepuff's are losers- I'm a Hufflepuff myself. But it was mostly because that line just seemed t suit. So well, see you next time.
Random fact
You have no idea how many times I was on my way to accidentally put the boy's name in the story. I didn't want it to come out until in the next and probably last chapter. But since I know and love his name, I really almost put it in thus chapter.