Plans, Parties, Potions, Pastries, and a Promise Chapter Four
When the whole idea finally got to Ellie, she didn't like it. We were walking down to the kitchens, when I finally told her my plan.
"It's wrong," she said, "Forcing someone you don't like to go out with you. Besides, it didn't work at Christmas, so why would it work now?"
"Because now is different than then. And we were meant to be together, can't you tell?"
"No, I can't. He never even talks to you,"
"No true,"
"Name one incident in the last two weeks that he has talked to you,"
"I dropped my quill and he picked it up and said, 'Here, you dropped this,'"
"Really? That's all you got?" Ellie rolls her eyes.
"Yes, just come down to the kitchens with me so I can get some pastries from the house-elves,"
"And why would they give YOU pastries?"
"Because they give them to everyone, so I shouldn't be different,"
"Do you even know how to get down there?"
"Yes, you just go up to that painting of a fruit bowl and tickle the pear,"
"You tickle the pear?"
"Yes, we're almost there now," We reached the painting and I tickled the pear and the painting swung open and we walked inside. Ellie mouth was open in shock. Elves were running here and there and all the kitchen stuff was elf sized. Some of them were carrying trays of food and you couldn't even see their heads, all you saw were plates moving.
"Hello," I said to the nearest one, who was wearing a tea cozy and two different socks on his feet.
"Hello miss how may Dobby be of service to you?"
"I was just wondering if I could get a tray of pastries to take up to my room," I asked in my sweetest voice.
"Dobby will go get the plate," The little house elf said and was gone in a flash. He was back in another flash and handed me a tray of pastries (actually, I took the tray off his head). We thanked Dobby and walked out of the kitchens.
"Ro, I still don't think this is right," Ellie said as we walked back up the stairs.
"All's fair in love and war," I reminded her.
"But tricking Harry..." She stopped and turned around, "Did you hear that?"
"No, what?"
"Must be nothing. As I was saying, tricking Harry is not the answer. What about when he finds out? Then he'll hate you even more!"
"Or maybe he'll realize how in love with me he is,"
"You're lovesick and it is not pretty,"
"Am not!"
"Are too!" We reached the portrait hole.
"Password?" The Fat Lady in the painting asked.
"Shiznops," Ellie said and we walked into the common room, but first, she checked to make sure it was empty. As I was waiting for her, I thought I saw a shadow in the hall, but I didn't think so. I was about to take a closer look when Ellie said that it was clear. I walked into to find the common room, in the first time of the history of my time at Hogwarts, abandoned.
"Everybody's down at dinner, which is where I'm going. I'll say you are finishing an essay if anyone asks. I'll also say that I just finished it and that's why I'm late,"
"Okay, thanks Ellie,"
"You're lucky you're my best friend,"
"I know," And with that she was gone. I took the pastries and poured a drop of the love potion into each of the pastries. I grabbed a few, and ran down to the Great Hall.
"So," Ellie whispered to me after dinner, "Did your plan work?"
"Yeah," I replied back. We were, of course, both whispering, "He ate them,"
"Well now it's only a matter of time,"
"I know,"
"I still feel awful about you doing this to him,"
"Don't worry so much. As you had nothing to do with this, I promise that if I get caught, I'll say you're not a part of this,"
"I don't care about getting caught, I care about what other kids might think. What if no one likes you after this? What if this affects your future life?"
I brushed aside her worries. My plan would not fail. I was Romilda Vane.