AN: This is an I'm-sorry-for-killing-you story, dedicated to ., who I killed in my story A Petty Riddle. This time, Michelle is not going to die ((or is she? (((doo doo doo doooooo))) )). So without further ado, the first chapter!

Chapter 1

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Cecily Petty screamed, jumping up and down in the entry of the Petty residence.

"Dear lord, Cecily, what's wrong with you?" Michelle, a petite brunette, walked out of the kitchen with her hands clamped over her ears.

Cecily was clutching a letter, still bouncing with excitement, "I won! I won I won I won I won!" She spun about, flapping her arms wildly.

"Won what?"

"I get to meet him!"

"Oh no." Michelle watched Cecily squeal and run to her room. The walls were covered in moving posters of Oliver Wood, a Quidditch player for Puddlemere United. Not the best team, but Oliver had brought it much more publicity with his looks. Michelle had always found famous men to be repulsive. Far too cocky and rude. "You're too young to meet him," Michelle said from the doorway of her sister's room. The younger girl stopped her squealing and bouncing.

"I am not!" Cecily clutched her chest in a melodramatic fashion, her voice overly insulted.

"You're too young to even enter contests like that."

"Yeah…"

"Cecily, you didn't lie about your age, did you?" Michelle's hands moved to her hips as she shifted her weight.

"No, I didn't…I entered you in the contest…" Cecily cringed, ready for the verbal barrage she was about to receive.

"You did what? How dare you? That's identity theft, you little imp!"

"I know, but I really want to meet him! And the contest was for the contestant plus one. I'll be your plus one!"

"What makes you think that I'm even going to meet him?"

"Because I need to! He's my future husband, Elle!"

Michelle frowned at Cecily's use of her family nickname. "You are too young for him. And I'm not going. Mom and dad aren't in town, we aren't allowed to go out."

Cecily's face darkened, "You will meet him, and you will take me, or I will owl mom and dad and tell them that you had a wild party and broke all of dad's bocchi ball trophies."

"You wouldn't."

Cecily quirked her eyebrow. The two girls stood, eyes locked, for several seconds.

"Fine, when and where?" Michelle huffed.

"Tomorrow at Café Mystique. I knew you'd see things my way. Now if you don't mind, I need to plan my outfit. I can't have my future husband seeing me in just any outfit!" And with that, Cecily shooed Michelle out of the room and closed the door.