Of Mistletoe and Holly Leaves
Eight: Not My Owl
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Each dedicated to a person on FFNet:
Dedicated to miss. magical. moron
Beta read by CloSalvatore
-l-Lily-l-
I was sitting on a bench, reading.
" Hello Evans," I didn't glance up.
Internally, I banged my head on a wall. Potter. Great. Just what I needed to make my day.
Next to me sat an owl, a brown barn owl, with golden eyes.
" So how's it going?" he asked, scooting closer to me.
I looked at him over my book, and keeping my mouth shut, I scooted over toward the owl.
" Hey, does your owl bite?" James asked.
I looked up, once again, and saw he was looking at the owl.
I smiled sweetly. " No, my owl doesn't bite."
" Wanna go out sometime?"
I glared in answer. He pretended as though I was taking my time.
He reached over me, at which I cringed, and he held out his hand to the owl.
At this, the owl gave a loud screech, and flew across me, wings flapping furiously, and beat James over the head with his wings, while pecking him and biting hard on his arm.
After a few minutes, the owl flew off, wings spread and I followed it with my gaze until it was gone.
" That looks like it hurt," I said finally.
" I thought you said your owl didn't bite," James said.
" It doesn't," I replied, now closing my book. " That's not my owl."
James got up. " So you'll go out with me?"
I thought very hard about throwing my book at him, but decided that, that would only result in him keeping my book. Which I would rather keep as it was rather a good book.
" No," I replied coldly.
" Why not?"
I paused, pretending to think. " I don't go out with big headed, ego inflated Quidditch players," I replied.
" I think you should give me a chance," he said, suggesting I go out with him.
I glared, " I could care less what you think Potter."
I turned to walk away and then paused, turning back. " Still a no."
