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Jas POV
Ohmygiddygodstrousers! Quidditch Trails!
I am trying out for Keeper, the tough little fighter I am. Steph, since she has been one at Merlin's went for chaser. We did Quidditch practise in the morning, which was tres, tres disastrous and boring. And now, it was time… We walked into the field with our heads held high, and our minds focussed on the game.
Steph went first. She mounted her broomstick like a true Quidditch player. A very nervous Quidditch player, but a true one nonetheless. Obviously she got in. She was screaming for joy. I didn't tell her this, but when she sat down, Fred couldn't keep his eyes off her…
"Are you nervous?" Alicia smiled warmly.
"Err… a little…" When I thought about it, I was nervous. What if I didn't get in? What would I do when the others had practise and I had to stay by myself, like a Nigel?
"Good. Let's go!" Alicia kicked off, chucking a Quaffle at Katie, who caught it as if it were lighter than a feather. I gulped. Katie was speeding through the air, she came closer and closer, I could feel my heart speed up and my breath quicken as she lifted her arm, she was about to throw… She took aim, and-
"Oh my God!" I heard Stephie scream. I grinned madly. Yes! I had blocked the Quaffle! Hahaha!
'Just another four to go…' I thought to myself. 'Come on, Jasmine…' Katie came at me again, this time I could see her eyes narrow as she tried to think up a way of hoodwinking me. She threw the Quaffle. I blocked it with my broomstick. She came speeding towards me for the third time. I head-butted the Quaffle. I blocked the ball again and again, until-
"Looks like you're on the team!" Alicia shouted over the cheers of my dear friends.
"Looks like I am." I agreed
Katie was breathing rather heavily. She had really overworked herself, trying to fool me. I felt kind of bad for her.
"Nice work, Katie." I beamed.
"Thanks… you… too…" she said, in between breaths of air.
It wasn't long before Steph, George and Fred made their way over to me. They gave me this huge group hug, then started singing 'Cummings is our Queen' rather badly. Stephie and Fred then got into a (very personal) game of tips, and were running around the Quidditch pitch screaming.
"We can't believe you got in!" Fred gasped. Thanks mate. You are vair vair supportive.
"I always knew you'd get in!" George said proudly. That was followed by an off-tune chorus of 'Can you feel the luuvre tonight'. Grrrrrrrrr! I was in no mood for that.
"Why you!" I started to curse Steph and Fred while chasing them like an axe-wielding maniac. They screamed and ran. Mwahahhahahahaha….ha. I wonder what we could for revenge. Then it came to me…
"We need to get them together." I stated.
"My thoughts exactly. We have to plan it really well though," George muttered, like a MI6 agent. "Otherwise they'll know it was us." I thought for a bit.
"Hmm…" I stroked my non-existent beard.
"Meet me at the Astronomy tower tonight. I'll grab the Marauder's Map and we can plan operation Sted. Or operation Feph. Either way."
"Ok. Thunderbirds are go." I nodded.
George stared at me blankly. "Who are these 'Thunderbirds'? They're not us, are they? This isn't our new team name, is it?"
We were back in the Common Room celebrating, when George whispered something in my ear.
"I'm going to get the map now, meet me downstairs later."
Before I had a chance to ask how long 'later' was, George turned around and left. I shrugged and decided that I'd dance for another ten minutes, then go downstairs, so as not to attract too much attention.
About five minutes later, Stephie, looking very confused, went down after George. Finally, I had a chance to speak to Fred about a certain someone…
"So. Fred. Hello."
"Hi." Fred waved.
"Haven't had much time to talk one-on-one, have we?"
"No. Not really."
"What do you think of what Steph was wearing?" I asked casually.
"Umm… you mean her Quidditch robes?" Fred asked. "They were all right. Funnily enough, I have a pair just like them."
I shook my head.
"You know Fred, if you fancy her, you have to tell her, because she's not going to wait around forever. Someone else might jump in and steal her heart while you're deciding whether you like her or not." Sometimes I surprise myself, with my knowledge and wisdom and so forth.
Fred's eyes widened. "Do you really think so-"
He stopped talking, because the portrait hole had opened, and Stephie walked back in, still looking confused.
"George is downstairs. He's waiting for you with the 'map'." Steph yelled in my ear. I swear, that girl will be the deaf of me. Do you get it? Deaf? Oh my God, that was such a lame joke. I should go shoot myself in the foot…
"Ouch!" I stated, pointedly.
"Sorry, but he asked me to tell you."
I paused. "You're lying, aren't you?"
"No…" Steph said. She looked rather serious.
"Are you sure?"
"I think I'd be able to tell whether I was lying or not, Jasmine." She looked genuine enough. Either she really was serious, and George was waiting for me outside the Common Room, or she was lying. I don't ever remember her being such a good liar.
I sighed. "If he's not down there, you are going to be dead."
And then I turned around and left the Common Room.
It turned out that George really was down there. He was waiting for me with the map, just as young Stephanie had said. I grinned and decided to make thins more fun…
"Race you up!" Then I left him looking like a bunny in car lights as I ran round the corner. We ended up with George piggy-backing me up the top. I could see all the little stars twinkling in the night sky. The stars were really very pretty. It was quite romantic, sitting in the dark, with the gorgeous stars (we couldn't light our wands, in case Filch wondered past and saw the glow) .
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Oh so that's how you open it. I thought it would be something like a thumb scan. Like in James Bond!
We were sitting there, trying to read the map by the moonlight, when George tucked a bit of my hair that had fallen onto my face, behind my ear. I blushed a little (not that anyone in broad daylight would notice because I have natural blush anyway) . I leaned in a little closer, enchanted by George's lips. They were really full, and looked very soft- where had that thought come from? George leant in too, his hand still on my cheek. His lips did look quite soft, though. Suddenly, George was kissing me, and I was kissing him and all I could think was 'I was right… His lips are soft.' We kissed for a while, until a faint 'meow' tore us apart.
"Mrs Norris!" George whispered.
I was breathing quite heavily. George was a really good kisser. He got to his feet, and then helped me. I was clutching the Marauder's Map. Operation Sted or Feph was forgotten about for the time being. I jumped on George's back again, and we ran back up to the Gryffindor Common Room, escaping the wrath of Filch the Elvis of Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts. Before we went in, I stopped George.
"We can't tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?" George wasn't at his sharpest, obviously. Not that I could talk… I still felt a little light-headed myself.
"About us."
"Why?" George furrowed his eyebrows. He was so cute when he was confused.
"The danger of getting caught makes it much more romantic."
"Right." George grinned, looking much more confident.
We crept into the Common Room silently, because we saw Steph and Fred gazing out the window, and didn't want to ruin their 'moment'. We parted at the stairs- George going into the boy's dormitory, me going into the girl's- with a kiss.
"Night, Georgie." I whispered.
"Night, Jassie." George whispered back. I grinned. I couldn't believe it! I ran into my room, got changed into my pyjamas, and lay down in bed, thinking about today, about Quidditch, about the Astronomy tower, about that kiss…
I touched my lower lip, and smiled. What a day. And what a truly magical night.
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Steph POV
Dear Diary,
Today was bloody brilliant! I can't believe it. First, we were celebrating, then- No. I think I need to start at the beginning, for it to make sense…
Quidditch. The wizarding world's football. Or basketball, if you really want to be technical. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that Quidditch is very big for wizard-kind. We support the New Zealand Quidditch team, the Moutohora Macaws, though on the odd occasion, I go for the Scottish team since i was born in Scotland (I moved when I was ten, Jas moved from England at the same time- which explains why she has a English accent.)
Quidditch is a fan-bloody-tastic game, once you get into it. Quidditch trials aren't easy, but it's the only way you can get into the team.
This morning Jas and I went to the Quidditch pitch to practise before try-outs. The twins decided to join us, because…Well, I guess to support us, though all they did was yell stuff like: "What was that?" or "Good work, but go a bit more left next time!"
It was a tad bit annoying. Especially when they started chanting "Go Jizzmine! Go Step-on-wee!" And "Cummings is our Queen." Oh, and let's not forget "Greggy, Greggy, Greg-or!"
Jas ended up trying to hex them, but missing. The boys shut up. In the end, we finished practise early. We did some other random hanging around, and then it was time.
I won't bore you with the details, but basically Jas and I are now the new Keeper and Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team! Yay! But this isn't even the best part…
We were all celebrating (by 'all' I mean the twins, Jas and I) by playing songs on Jas' iPod Touch full volume and doing different dance moves… Jas was crumping, George was playing air guitar (rather badly, might I add, but it was hilarious anyway.), Fred was chucking a Saturday Night Fever, and did that groove thing that John Travolta does. You know, the famous one, with the finger and- oh, whatever. I was doing groovy 70's moves, like 'The Swimmer' 'The Drowner' and 'The Lifeguard'. That Potter kid gave us a strange look and kept walking. Poor kid. I suppose it would've been a bit weird, seeing four random people dancing to the Black Eyed Peas.
And then, George just kind of left, after talking in hushed tones to Jasmine. He shot her this heaps weird look, too. I knew what Fred meant, when he said we needed to get these two together. Still, George knew something I didn't. I was a bit worried, but I ignored the feeling. After a while, I got very suspicious, and left the common room. George was at the bottom of the stairs holding a piece of parchment in his hand.
"Hi George." I greeted him.
"What's up?"
"What… What're you two planning?" I know. Very subtle, right?
"Why, whatever do you mean, dear friend?" George replied in a posh accent.
"Don't do that."
"Sorry."
"You and Jas…" I said. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing. We're not up to anything." George tried to look innocent. He failed.
I was a little unsure. I still am. Something was fishy about all this. But I nodded my head, like the good sport I am, and turned to go back up to our celebrations.
"Oh, and Steph?" I turned back around. "Can you tell Jas… that… that I've got the map?" Whatever that meant. I didn't really care much. I nodded and went back up to the Common Room. The music was really quite loud, and I had to shout, but I managed to convince Jas that I wasn't joking and that George really was waiting for her downstairs, with the 'map' (I guessed this was the Marauder's Map). Jas hurried down, taking her iPod with her.
Did you know that neither Fred nor George knew what an iPod was until we told them? How funny is that? Though I suppose that being at Hogwarts is like being in the Middle Ages, isn't it? No phones, no iPods, no biro pens, no paper (it's all parchment here) and no shampoo, judging by the state of Snape's hair…
Anyway, so there was a distinct absence of sound once Jas left. I don't mean that Jas is noisy (she is, but that's not the point). I mean that her iPod gave us a distraction. Now, it was just Fred and I, alone in the Common Room (every other living being had been scared off by our dancing).It was a tad bit awkward. I actually resorted to talking about the weather. I know. I'm very sad and lame and whatever.
Fred answered that that he thought the weather was silly because: "One minute it's raining and the next it's bloody sunny as a summer's day!" I nodded my head, vigorously. He was right, the weather had been so strange lately and it- suddenly and very unexpectedly, Fred's mouth was on mine.
He was actually kissing me. Me! I was so surprised, that I forgot to kiss back, so my mouth was probably all limp and uninviting. Fred broke off, looking a little embarrassed. Okay, he looked very embarrassed. His face was almost as red as his hair! How could I have let my crush kiss me, and not kiss him back? Sometimes I wonder about myself…
"Sorry." He whispered, staring at the ground. He looked so cute when he was shy. I knew I had to do something. Anything…
"Don't be." I whispered back. Then I leaned over and kissed him.
We ended the kiss about a minute later, when we heard feet walking up the stairs to the Common Room. It wasn't the feet that made us stop, in case you were wondering. It was the thought of the people that may possibly be attached to them. We don't want Jas or George to know about us. Not yet, anyway. Fortunately, it wasn't Jas. Or George. It was Seamus.
He walked in and saw us standing there, gazing at each other lovingly. I had my hand in Fred's hair. He looked a little shocked, coughed and then he kind of shrugged, and kept walking. Once Seamus had left, Fred burst into laughter. "Did you see his face?" he asked. I cracked up. We tried to imitate Seamus' cough, which now had its very own name: 'the Seamus cough'. The best way to excuse yourself from any awkward situation! I am definitely trying that out on Jas tomorrow.
After we re-gained our composure (which took a while, believe me), we wondered over to the window, and, holding hands, we gazed at the stars. I had my head on Fred's shoulder, which was actually really comfortable.
"The stars are so pretty, aren't they?" I asked dreamily.
"Yeah" whispered Fred. "They really are…"
Eventually, I went up to my dorm. Jas was already there… crud! She must've crept upstairs when Fred and I were star-gazing! I hope she didn't see anything… But, on a night as magical as this one, what could possibly go wrong? I am on cloud 900 at the moment (which is way past cloud 9).I still can't believe we kiss-
"Where've you been?" Jas asked.
"Fred and I were still partying. I got heaps knackered, so I came up here."
"You were partying without music?"
"Yes, err, no, err…I…I…" I trailed off. Think Steph, think!
"Yes?" Jasmine raised her eyebrows.
"We made our own music." Erlack! How cheesy does that sound? We made our own music…What planet am I from? Seriously, sometimes I think I must be an alien from bloody Gallifrey or something.
"You made your own music? So you…"
"Sung. And made guitar sounds."
"Right. Well good night, Step-on-wee." Jas turned around to go back to sleep.
"Hang on. You're not getting off that easily…" She froze.
"Why- What do you mean?"
"You and George disappeared! What were you doing?"
"Umm… we were…err…" Jas bit her lip.
"Yes?" I raised my eyebrows this time.
"If you must know…" she sighed. "We were carrying out a prank. Against Snape."
Unsure of whether to believe her or not, I paused.
"What prank?" I asked.
"We, err, tried to get him to fall in love. With a loo."
God, my friends are weird. Oh well. I am much too happy to wonder about their stupid pranks. I'm just going to lie down, and try to get some sleep. It's been a big day, and an even bigger night. Plus, I need to think about what we are going to do for Jas and George. We must get them together as soon as possibly possible!
You absolutely love-struck writer,
Stephanie.
A/N: If you don't know what the Thunderbirds are, I will be happy to explain: The Thunderbirds were a very old TV series, made aeons ago. Their catchphrase was "Thunderbirds are go". So don't blame me for the incorrect grammar, because I am merely quoting.
L: Gallifrey is the planet where the Doctor (from the TV Series Doctor Who) was born. Right now, you are probably thinking what is up with these people and their TV series? I don't blame you. We do use a bit too much TV series references, don't we?
L: Also, if there is any terminology you don't understand, please review our story and tell us, so we can explain it. For example, 'a Nigel' is short for 'Nigel no-friends' and describes a person with no friends. I know it's so complex, isn't it? ; -)
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