Chapter 3- Forgetting how to speak
"That... Should... Do it," Dominique says, giving me a smile. When I told Rose I was going on the date, she agreed we would need to bring in the big guns to help me get ready.
Who better to help you look beautiful than a half-veela?
"Well, look at yourself," Rose snaps, pointing at the mirror. I look into it, shocked at the person I see there. "Dom... You did a really good job."
Dominique smiles and tosses her short blonde bob over her shoulder. "I know."
She had lined my eyes lightly, bringing out the gold flecks in the brown. My waist length hair, which is naturally unmanageably curly, is half pulled off my face and lies flat down my back. I'm wearing a light blue jumper and a pair of beige trousers. I look... Good.
"Now go!" Dom pushes me out the door.
"Good luck, Liza," Rose and Dom squeal, waving me down the stairs.
I take a deep breath and walk down the stairs. As I round the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I see James standing by the fire place. He's wearing a green jumper- which I'm sure makes his hazel eyes unbelievably beautiful, and a pair of jeans. He's running his hands through his hair and he looks... Nervous. I catch myself smiling slightly.
"Hullo," I grin, walking to the fireplace. He turns on his heel to face me.
"Lize... You look really different," he says slowly.
I frown.
"Good different!" He says quickly. "Just... Different. Anyways," he extends his arm. "Shall we go, then?"
I laugh and nod, taking his arm. As we walk in comfortable silence, I suddenly feel confident. James is my best friend. Of course I can tell him. He'll understand.
"Um... James, I-"
"D'you think I could ever get Emily Thomas to go out with me?"
Of course.
I feel my confidence and happiness dissolve inside me like a sugar quill in the rain. It's quickly replaced by bubbling anger. "You... You're asking me for relationship advice on a date? You really took me out to talk about another girl?"
James gives me a look. "A date? Is that what this is?" He shrugs. "Sorry, pal. Won't bring her up again.
Pal. Ouch.
I scowl, removing my arm from his grasp. "Of course she'll go out with you," I snap, crossing my arms. "Any slag will throw herself at you."
Emily Thomas isn't a slag by any means. She's actually one of the kindest people I know. I feel slightly guilty after saying it... But it's the principle of the thing.
James frowns. "What's your issue, Little E?"
Ignoring the question, I charge forward. My father is standing at the entrance to Hogsmead. "Hi dad," I say loudly. I could just tell him right now. Maybe if I get lucky, my dad will kill him right on the spot.
"Hello angel!" My dad waves excitedly. "Hello James!" He grins. "I thought you weren't feeling well, Lizie."
James trots up behind me. "Well, when James Potter asks you to go to Hogsmead with him, you simply don't refuse," he teases. "How are you, Neville?" He flashes my dad a charming smile.
Bloody prick.
My dad laughs. "I'm well," he grins. "Thank you, James. I hope you two have a good time." He turns to me. "And if you see Charlie in Hogsmead, send him back. I'm going to find your mother."
Charlie is my twelve year old little brother. He's also quite the trouble maker. It all starts to make sense. My father must have been standing guard by the gates to catch Charlie sneaking in with his older friends. "Will do, dad," I sigh.
"C'mon, Lize," James gives my arm a tug. I reluctantly go, dragging my feet. "Where to first?"
"Three Broomsticks," I grumble.
He shrugs and drags me into the little pub. A chorus of "Hey, Potter!" Greets us as we walk through the door. James waves at his adoring public, and I stalk moodily to a table, slamming myself into a seat. I look down at my abdomen. This baby will be pure hell to deliver if his head is anywhere near as large as his father's.
Get it? I made a pun.
After chatting with half of the desperate girls at Hogwarts, James takes a seat across from me. "Not a bad looking group today," he grins cockily.
"You're an ass," I say flatly.
James smile widens. "Do I sense some jealousy, Longbottom?"
"Nope."
"Oh come on! It drives you mad that all these girls want me. I can see it on your face!"
"They won't want you for much longer," I snap, my anger beginning to get the better of me.
"And why is that?" He says with a small chuckle.
"Cause I'm pregnant," I say quietly. "And it's yours."
Author's note:
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