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~?~O B S E S S E D - W I T H - O B L I V I O N~?~
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DISCLAIMER: I'm aware of the pathetic fact that I own nothing *rolls eyes*
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CHAPTER TWO -- Meet Séraphine
He spent the rest of the morning riffling through his mother's things while listening to Hedwig's restless hooting and his stomach's incessant growling. Finally he heard his Uncle Vernon's voice bellow from downstairs.
"Potter, those people are here!"
Harry placed the box carefully in his trunk and dashed down the stairs wondering who exactly 'those people' were. He descended the stairwell three at a time to find the Weasley twins standing just outside the door with two identical grins on their faces.
"Ready to go?" said George dressed in khaki slacks and a blue muggle sweater just like his brother, but their different initials were monogrammed in the corner. Both looked very professional, the change was as faltering as it was strange.
"Yeah," said Harry trying hard to smile back, it felt like his jaw might break from the force.
"Well then lets go get your trunk, shall we?" said Fred throwing a glance at Harry's uncle who could be seen purpling as the twins stood in his doorway. Harry never liked his uncle, but Fred and George did make his son's tongue swell to the size of a four foot long purple snake.
Fred and George followed Harry up to his room.
"How are we getting back?" asked Harry.
"The same way we got here, driving. You should probably let Hedwig out so she can fly there. It would be less of a hassle." Said Fred.
"Yeah, and the fact she'd have a fit over a caged animal has nothing to do with it?" Asked George.
"Who?" Harry didn't have a clue what they were talking about.
"You'll see, Harry," George told him. "Just let her out. You don't want her ranting the whole way back."
Harry released his owl out the window and turned to one of the twins. "Did Ron and Hermione come too?" Harry made to grab one end of his trunk, but Fred waved him aside and carried it down the stairs with George. Harry took up Hedwig's empty cage and followed suit.
"We work for the Order now that we're done with Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione really wanted to come, but they're too young." Fred said shifting the trunk around in his hands.
Their clothing was attractive and looked quite expensive too. Harry was glad that their business was doing well.
"We should probably be using Floo Powder, but we still can't trust the Ministry and we figured you could use a short road trip after being cooped up with a bunch of duffers," George said just as they past the sour-looking Dursleys.
Harry walked out the door without so much of a goodbye from his relatives and felt his jaw drop in surprise. He was expecting one of the Ministry's cars or another rusty Anglia, but sitting in front of Privet Drive four's driveway was a shiny blue Mustang convertible with its engine revving wildly. In the driver's seat was a girl Harry didn't recognize, but George was talking with her cheerfully and climbed into the passenger seat as Fred finished loading Harry's trunk into the back of the car.
Harry walked up to the car as it roared loudly, all three of them now in the car. Harry felt better after seeing Dudley's lusting expression turn crestfallen with his ugly red car.
"Harry, meet Séraphine." Said George gesturing to the odd looking girl. She did seem very strange to him for no specific reason. Her dirty dish water blonde mane fell into her pale face, but a set of bright blue eyes just barely penetrated her messy hair.
"Séraphine, Harry," he said as he nodded in Harry's direction. Something about her didn't seem natural. Harry thought he might just being paranoid. He never really enjoyed meeting new people, especially now. They always seemed to go through the usual stages. First they would gawk at him name, marvel over his scar, and then treat him like some poor little orphan boy.
"Hey there." She said quickly with a glance in her rear-view mirror.
Harry couldn't believe it, she didn't freak out over his name or his scar, but she barely even looked at him. Suddenly Harry didn't care if she was a bit strange looking; at least she didn't wear orange radishes for earrings. Compared to Luna, Séraphine wasn't weird at all.
"Should we go then?" she questioned George with a bored scowl.
Harry climbed into the convertible sinking into the interior. Thinking back, he didn't have a single good memory at Little Whinging, but the most beautiful sound filled his ears when she shifted the car into gear and loudly pealed out of Privet Drive.
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Séraphine pulled into a parking lot of a burger place in a town somewhere between London and Surrey. Harry stumbled out of the car; his ears buzzing with the music Séraphine insisted on playing so loudly it made the backseats shake angrily.
His stomach almost dropped Harry to the ground. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until they all walked into the restaurant.
"Order anything you want, I'm buying," the girl said in a tone that received no argument.
Once everyone had ordered Harry noticed just how unusual she was. Her uncombed, wind blown hair fell around her face in an elegant fashion that most couldn't pull off. She wore a pair of denim jeans torn at the knees, an old black T-shirt with 'Sex PisTOls' written in white lettering, and a white long-sleeved shirt on underneath that.
Fred, George, and Harry all ordered burgers, as it were a burger restaurant, but Séraphine ordered a salad. She wrinkled her nose as Fred took a bite out of his cheeseburger and groaned as he ate it ravenously.
"Did you know an innocent animal died for that?" she said as she cast an angry look at him. Which wasn't much different from her scowl which seemed to be permanent.
She wasn't ugly at all, but she wasn't very pretty either. In fact she could have easily been mistaken for an attractive boy if her hair wasn't so long. Her baggy clothes covered up what hope she had of a curve in her stick figure. Séraphine's shoulders were a bit broad for a girl, she had no bust or hips to speak of, and her limbs had the awkward appearance of being stretched out.
Fred swallowed hard and clutched his chest looking at her as if he were hurt by the question. He brought the nearly half-eaten burger up to his face and mooed so loud it made people twist around in their seats to see what was going on.
She looked highly disgusted, but at the same time finding it very difficult not to smile after each muggle became curious of Fred's spectacle. He sensed that smiling was a rare thing for her, but when she did her lips spread widely and she showed each one of her white teeth, her features softened and she looked much more attractive than before.
"Why are you a vegetarian, Séraphine?" Asked George.
"First off I'm a Vegan." She corrected looking a little vexed by his question. "Do you know," she said while raising one eyebrow and folding her arms, "how exactly they slaughtered that cow?"
"No," said George looking at his food.
"Well they start by."
"Ugh, I don't think I want to know."
"No, I don't think you would!"
x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x
~?~O B S E S S E D - W I T H - O B L I V I O N~?~
x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x
DISCLAIMER: I'm aware of the pathetic fact that I own nothing *rolls eyes*
x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x
CHAPTER TWO -- Meet Séraphine
He spent the rest of the morning riffling through his mother's things while listening to Hedwig's restless hooting and his stomach's incessant growling. Finally he heard his Uncle Vernon's voice bellow from downstairs.
"Potter, those people are here!"
Harry placed the box carefully in his trunk and dashed down the stairs wondering who exactly 'those people' were. He descended the stairwell three at a time to find the Weasley twins standing just outside the door with two identical grins on their faces.
"Ready to go?" said George dressed in khaki slacks and a blue muggle sweater just like his brother, but their different initials were monogrammed in the corner. Both looked very professional, the change was as faltering as it was strange.
"Yeah," said Harry trying hard to smile back, it felt like his jaw might break from the force.
"Well then lets go get your trunk, shall we?" said Fred throwing a glance at Harry's uncle who could be seen purpling as the twins stood in his doorway. Harry never liked his uncle, but Fred and George did make his son's tongue swell to the size of a four foot long purple snake.
Fred and George followed Harry up to his room.
"How are we getting back?" asked Harry.
"The same way we got here, driving. You should probably let Hedwig out so she can fly there. It would be less of a hassle." Said Fred.
"Yeah, and the fact she'd have a fit over a caged animal has nothing to do with it?" Asked George.
"Who?" Harry didn't have a clue what they were talking about.
"You'll see, Harry," George told him. "Just let her out. You don't want her ranting the whole way back."
Harry released his owl out the window and turned to one of the twins. "Did Ron and Hermione come too?" Harry made to grab one end of his trunk, but Fred waved him aside and carried it down the stairs with George. Harry took up Hedwig's empty cage and followed suit.
"We work for the Order now that we're done with Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione really wanted to come, but they're too young." Fred said shifting the trunk around in his hands.
Their clothing was attractive and looked quite expensive too. Harry was glad that their business was doing well.
"We should probably be using Floo Powder, but we still can't trust the Ministry and we figured you could use a short road trip after being cooped up with a bunch of duffers," George said just as they past the sour-looking Dursleys.
Harry walked out the door without so much of a goodbye from his relatives and felt his jaw drop in surprise. He was expecting one of the Ministry's cars or another rusty Anglia, but sitting in front of Privet Drive four's driveway was a shiny blue Mustang convertible with its engine revving wildly. In the driver's seat was a girl Harry didn't recognize, but George was talking with her cheerfully and climbed into the passenger seat as Fred finished loading Harry's trunk into the back of the car.
Harry walked up to the car as it roared loudly, all three of them now in the car. Harry felt better after seeing Dudley's lusting expression turn crestfallen with his ugly red car.
"Harry, meet Séraphine." Said George gesturing to the odd looking girl. She did seem very strange to him for no specific reason. Her dirty dish water blonde mane fell into her pale face, but a set of bright blue eyes just barely penetrated her messy hair.
"Séraphine, Harry," he said as he nodded in Harry's direction. Something about her didn't seem natural. Harry thought he might just being paranoid. He never really enjoyed meeting new people, especially now. They always seemed to go through the usual stages. First they would gawk at him name, marvel over his scar, and then treat him like some poor little orphan boy.
"Hey there." She said quickly with a glance in her rear-view mirror.
Harry couldn't believe it, she didn't freak out over his name or his scar, but she barely even looked at him. Suddenly Harry didn't care if she was a bit strange looking; at least she didn't wear orange radishes for earrings. Compared to Luna, Séraphine wasn't weird at all.
"Should we go then?" she questioned George with a bored scowl.
Harry climbed into the convertible sinking into the interior. Thinking back, he didn't have a single good memory at Little Whinging, but the most beautiful sound filled his ears when she shifted the car into gear and loudly pealed out of Privet Drive.
x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x X x=?=x
Séraphine pulled into a parking lot of a burger place in a town somewhere between London and Surrey. Harry stumbled out of the car; his ears buzzing with the music Séraphine insisted on playing so loudly it made the backseats shake angrily.
His stomach almost dropped Harry to the ground. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until they all walked into the restaurant.
"Order anything you want, I'm buying," the girl said in a tone that received no argument.
Once everyone had ordered Harry noticed just how unusual she was. Her uncombed, wind blown hair fell around her face in an elegant fashion that most couldn't pull off. She wore a pair of denim jeans torn at the knees, an old black T-shirt with 'Sex PisTOls' written in white lettering, and a white long-sleeved shirt on underneath that.
Fred, George, and Harry all ordered burgers, as it were a burger restaurant, but Séraphine ordered a salad. She wrinkled her nose as Fred took a bite out of his cheeseburger and groaned as he ate it ravenously.
"Did you know an innocent animal died for that?" she said as she cast an angry look at him. Which wasn't much different from her scowl which seemed to be permanent.
She wasn't ugly at all, but she wasn't very pretty either. In fact she could have easily been mistaken for an attractive boy if her hair wasn't so long. Her baggy clothes covered up what hope she had of a curve in her stick figure. Séraphine's shoulders were a bit broad for a girl, she had no bust or hips to speak of, and her limbs had the awkward appearance of being stretched out.
Fred swallowed hard and clutched his chest looking at her as if he were hurt by the question. He brought the nearly half-eaten burger up to his face and mooed so loud it made people twist around in their seats to see what was going on.
She looked highly disgusted, but at the same time finding it very difficult not to smile after each muggle became curious of Fred's spectacle. He sensed that smiling was a rare thing for her, but when she did her lips spread widely and she showed each one of her white teeth, her features softened and she looked much more attractive than before.
"Why are you a vegetarian, Séraphine?" Asked George.
"First off I'm a Vegan." She corrected looking a little vexed by his question. "Do you know," she said while raising one eyebrow and folding her arms, "how exactly they slaughtered that cow?"
"No," said George looking at his food.
"Well they start by."
"Ugh, I don't think I want to know."
"No, I don't think you would!"
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