A/N Hey thanks for all the sweet reviews! Wow six on the first day? That
must be my record! Funny a load of you guys seem to think that it was the
end! Silly, silly, silly! Do you really think I would have such a short
none dramatic story? Nope! So keep reading and reviewing!
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potterish!
Abandoned with Hope Chapter 2
"So, um, Angelina. This time I really have to go, you know, Quidditch practice with Puddlemere, but maybe we could have dinner together at my house?" He added hopefully.
Sure why not? "Whatever," I said.
"Great!" He exclaimed, he quickly scribbled something on a scrap of parchment, "Here's my address, see you around um eight-ish?"
"Err-alright then-see you later then." I replied.
With that he slowly turned away and walked out the door.
"Ah, he was a nice young man wasn't he? Well he has his own set of problems too…" Tom said.
"What? You know him, Tom?" I asked surprised.
"Ah, yes. As you know, we get all sorts here at The Hanged Man (A/N I know, I know, The Hanged Man was the pub in the fourth book by the Riddle house but I have no imagination, so whatever.). One day just as I was closing up a young man walked in. He was all wet and muddy; it was raining outside, hard. I was about to tell him to come back tomorrow when I saw his face; it was so sad, so desolate, it looked like he could use a scotch or two to drown his sorrows in. So he ordered one and after his first I began to offer him more on the house and soon he began to tell about his Hogwarts days. He began to talk about a girl, a certain brown-eyed who he was in love with. He spoke of her, about how they started out as friends, Quidditch buddies, but then they began to spend a bit more time together. They were soon known as boyfriend and girlfriend. Everything started out perfect but after a bit he began to miss dates, he was either to busy going over plays or would forget. The girl would stand out in the cold or rain or snow waiting, waiting. Once after one to many missed dates she broke up with him. He says he wishes that if only he hadn't screwed that up." Tom said, pausing every once and a while to pour drinks. "Now, do you know who this girl who he loves so much is?"
"Me?" I asked, surprised.
His eyes twinkled and a bit but he soon changed it into a serious expression,
"Now, listen here Angelina, when I started this pub it wasn't to make money, it was to make every person I meet here's life wonderful. Most of the people who come here are already happy or a scotch'll cheer 'em up a bit. But in my old age I've never met two more depressed people. Angelina, I believe that Mr. Wood is the best thing for you and you the best for him. Now, promise me, girl, that you won't hurt the dear boy." He said firmly.
"Why-how could I hurt Oliver?" I asked in shock.
"Never mind that, there's a handsome young man who'll be looking forward to you company in," He checked his watch, "two hours, go."
"All right, all right." I said, walking out the door.
"Never so two more messed up young people, but never seen any that were so meant for each other." Tom said, slowly pouring more drinks, shaking his head with an amused expression on his old and wrinkly face.
A/N Cool, eh? Hey maybe I could do like Tom's story! I dunno…it's up to you! Please review, write anything, I don't care! Oh and if anyone knows what flames are please tell me in a review (or a flame [whatever it is])!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potterish!
Abandoned with Hope Chapter 2
"So, um, Angelina. This time I really have to go, you know, Quidditch practice with Puddlemere, but maybe we could have dinner together at my house?" He added hopefully.
Sure why not? "Whatever," I said.
"Great!" He exclaimed, he quickly scribbled something on a scrap of parchment, "Here's my address, see you around um eight-ish?"
"Err-alright then-see you later then." I replied.
With that he slowly turned away and walked out the door.
"Ah, he was a nice young man wasn't he? Well he has his own set of problems too…" Tom said.
"What? You know him, Tom?" I asked surprised.
"Ah, yes. As you know, we get all sorts here at The Hanged Man (A/N I know, I know, The Hanged Man was the pub in the fourth book by the Riddle house but I have no imagination, so whatever.). One day just as I was closing up a young man walked in. He was all wet and muddy; it was raining outside, hard. I was about to tell him to come back tomorrow when I saw his face; it was so sad, so desolate, it looked like he could use a scotch or two to drown his sorrows in. So he ordered one and after his first I began to offer him more on the house and soon he began to tell about his Hogwarts days. He began to talk about a girl, a certain brown-eyed who he was in love with. He spoke of her, about how they started out as friends, Quidditch buddies, but then they began to spend a bit more time together. They were soon known as boyfriend and girlfriend. Everything started out perfect but after a bit he began to miss dates, he was either to busy going over plays or would forget. The girl would stand out in the cold or rain or snow waiting, waiting. Once after one to many missed dates she broke up with him. He says he wishes that if only he hadn't screwed that up." Tom said, pausing every once and a while to pour drinks. "Now, do you know who this girl who he loves so much is?"
"Me?" I asked, surprised.
His eyes twinkled and a bit but he soon changed it into a serious expression,
"Now, listen here Angelina, when I started this pub it wasn't to make money, it was to make every person I meet here's life wonderful. Most of the people who come here are already happy or a scotch'll cheer 'em up a bit. But in my old age I've never met two more depressed people. Angelina, I believe that Mr. Wood is the best thing for you and you the best for him. Now, promise me, girl, that you won't hurt the dear boy." He said firmly.
"Why-how could I hurt Oliver?" I asked in shock.
"Never mind that, there's a handsome young man who'll be looking forward to you company in," He checked his watch, "two hours, go."
"All right, all right." I said, walking out the door.
"Never so two more messed up young people, but never seen any that were so meant for each other." Tom said, slowly pouring more drinks, shaking his head with an amused expression on his old and wrinkly face.
A/N Cool, eh? Hey maybe I could do like Tom's story! I dunno…it's up to you! Please review, write anything, I don't care! Oh and if anyone knows what flames are please tell me in a review (or a flame [whatever it is])!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!