CHAPTER 1
Italics= Seamus's thoughts
"Seamus!" Harry called.
Seamus turned to see that tousled haired boy, Harry Potter. The infamous Harry Potter calling him once again. I wonder what for this time, Seamus thought. Seamus, who was walking with best friend, Dean Thomas, came to a stop and turned around. "Yes, Harry? What can I do for you?"
"Sorry to bother you Seamus but I just wanted to know if you saw Ginny around. Hermione, Ron, and I have looked everywhere for her. We fear that she is in trouble," Seamus watched as Harry pointed from one friend to the next. The 'trio' as he and the rest of the Gryffindors called the three best friends.
"Nah Harry. Haven't seen her. How 'bout you Dean, anything?"
"Nope. Not a trace of her red Weasley hair seen here. You should know Harry... normally she is snogging somewhere with you anyhow." Dean commented.
"Hmmm..." Harry muttered, "it was worth a try."
Seamus turned to Dean as they watched Hermione, Ron, and Harry walk off to Colin Creevey, a sixth year Gryffindor. "Hmm... Hermione and Ron a bit quiet today, don't ya think?"
"Wonder what they have been up to since last year," Dean snickered and squinted his eyes focusing his attention on the two normally very talkative friends. "Seems to me that Ron is quite in the loop with his old pal Hermione."
"Ahhh.... I can see where you are going with that one Dean. Good input. See how Ron is clutching for her hand? Yeah, that's it they are a couple!"
"Knew it all along!" Dean shouted victoriously.
"Right, very good!" Seamus replied with a sarcastic grin to match his tone, "Now stop gloating you stupid git."
"Right. Very sorry. Keep going. We need to get to the Quidditch pitch before 10:30."
"Today is the day. Today is the day that I get to see whether or not flying around all my life will do any good for me and my chances on the Gryffindor House Team."
"Don't be a prat Seamus! You have been on the team since Angelina Johnson left a few years back!"
"Whoops! So I guess I have, but you never know with all these new kids coming in."
"Seamus, you are definitely going to be on the team. Quit trying to get pity!"
Seamus smirked, "Well, I do..." His sentence ran off and his mouth dropped. Dean followed Seamus' gaze.
It was that amazing girl that drove Seamus crazy. Lavender Brown. She was beautiful and truly charming through all her makeup and upscale habits. Her hair flew down her back in long brown streams. It bounced as she walked allowing all to admire its sheer volume. Her smile was absolutely spellbinding. Seamus always wondered how she could make his knees lock whenever she passed.
"Seamus! Dean! Hi, I just got back from Professor Trelawney's! How are you, excited for the Quidditch try outs?" Lavendar said eagerly interrupting all of Seamus' previous thoughts.
"What? Ow!" Seamus exclaimed as Dean's elbow jutted into his gut reminding Seamus of his prescense. "Yeah, I am good. A bit apprehensive, but well. You were at Professor Trelawney's this early?! What's wrong with you?!" Seamus answered his own question, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You are perfect in all ways and I love you."
"Yup, of course I was with Professor Trelawney. She reads my tea leaves in the morning and always brightens my day before breakfast. (She brightens your day, how? All she reads are possible ways of death.) Alright, well I best be off to breakfast now. Good luck Seamus!" Lavender replied gently touching his arm as she passed and waved goodbye.
Wow. She touched me. Seamus clutched his arm where her perfect skin brushed his and he brought his left hand up to the spot holding it there thinking of her presence and what he would like to become of it. Seamus' look of admiration for Lavender turned off as Dean pushed him along the path that they were taking before interrupted by both the 'trio' and Lavender.
"Seamus, I don't know if you know this or not but when you were just talking to Lavender, your face turned a shade of scarlet matching the color of the Gryffindor Quidditch robes!"
"Don't make fun! I am Irish, you know that Irishmen blush rather profusely!"
"Sure, sure. That is such a thing that you would say blaming it on your heritage."
"Hey Dean, you know I am damn proud of it too!"
"Right, right. Now better run along now. . . we have all of ten minutes to get to the pitch!"
Italics= Seamus's thoughts
"Seamus!" Harry called.
Seamus turned to see that tousled haired boy, Harry Potter. The infamous Harry Potter calling him once again. I wonder what for this time, Seamus thought. Seamus, who was walking with best friend, Dean Thomas, came to a stop and turned around. "Yes, Harry? What can I do for you?"
"Sorry to bother you Seamus but I just wanted to know if you saw Ginny around. Hermione, Ron, and I have looked everywhere for her. We fear that she is in trouble," Seamus watched as Harry pointed from one friend to the next. The 'trio' as he and the rest of the Gryffindors called the three best friends.
"Nah Harry. Haven't seen her. How 'bout you Dean, anything?"
"Nope. Not a trace of her red Weasley hair seen here. You should know Harry... normally she is snogging somewhere with you anyhow." Dean commented.
"Hmmm..." Harry muttered, "it was worth a try."
Seamus turned to Dean as they watched Hermione, Ron, and Harry walk off to Colin Creevey, a sixth year Gryffindor. "Hmm... Hermione and Ron a bit quiet today, don't ya think?"
"Wonder what they have been up to since last year," Dean snickered and squinted his eyes focusing his attention on the two normally very talkative friends. "Seems to me that Ron is quite in the loop with his old pal Hermione."
"Ahhh.... I can see where you are going with that one Dean. Good input. See how Ron is clutching for her hand? Yeah, that's it they are a couple!"
"Knew it all along!" Dean shouted victoriously.
"Right, very good!" Seamus replied with a sarcastic grin to match his tone, "Now stop gloating you stupid git."
"Right. Very sorry. Keep going. We need to get to the Quidditch pitch before 10:30."
"Today is the day. Today is the day that I get to see whether or not flying around all my life will do any good for me and my chances on the Gryffindor House Team."
"Don't be a prat Seamus! You have been on the team since Angelina Johnson left a few years back!"
"Whoops! So I guess I have, but you never know with all these new kids coming in."
"Seamus, you are definitely going to be on the team. Quit trying to get pity!"
Seamus smirked, "Well, I do..." His sentence ran off and his mouth dropped. Dean followed Seamus' gaze.
It was that amazing girl that drove Seamus crazy. Lavender Brown. She was beautiful and truly charming through all her makeup and upscale habits. Her hair flew down her back in long brown streams. It bounced as she walked allowing all to admire its sheer volume. Her smile was absolutely spellbinding. Seamus always wondered how she could make his knees lock whenever she passed.
"Seamus! Dean! Hi, I just got back from Professor Trelawney's! How are you, excited for the Quidditch try outs?" Lavendar said eagerly interrupting all of Seamus' previous thoughts.
"What? Ow!" Seamus exclaimed as Dean's elbow jutted into his gut reminding Seamus of his prescense. "Yeah, I am good. A bit apprehensive, but well. You were at Professor Trelawney's this early?! What's wrong with you?!" Seamus answered his own question, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You are perfect in all ways and I love you."
"Yup, of course I was with Professor Trelawney. She reads my tea leaves in the morning and always brightens my day before breakfast. (She brightens your day, how? All she reads are possible ways of death.) Alright, well I best be off to breakfast now. Good luck Seamus!" Lavender replied gently touching his arm as she passed and waved goodbye.
Wow. She touched me. Seamus clutched his arm where her perfect skin brushed his and he brought his left hand up to the spot holding it there thinking of her presence and what he would like to become of it. Seamus' look of admiration for Lavender turned off as Dean pushed him along the path that they were taking before interrupted by both the 'trio' and Lavender.
"Seamus, I don't know if you know this or not but when you were just talking to Lavender, your face turned a shade of scarlet matching the color of the Gryffindor Quidditch robes!"
"Don't make fun! I am Irish, you know that Irishmen blush rather profusely!"
"Sure, sure. That is such a thing that you would say blaming it on your heritage."
"Hey Dean, you know I am damn proud of it too!"
"Right, right. Now better run along now. . . we have all of ten minutes to get to the pitch!"