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A/N Hello everyone! In this chapter I will be checking my grammar for EzzieRulez, and responding to the requests of Oswin, fan of aboutTime and Sherlock. You know who you are! So special hi to you, but to everyone thank you for reading and please review!
A few weeks later.
The snow began to fall in early November, and there has now been snow for over two weeks.
She came out of the hospital wing after only a few days, and no lasting damage. Jon's sense of humour dissapered for a day or two, but apart from that, both of them were fine.
You can't really say the same for Art. If he hadn't annoyed me so much, I might even feel sorry for him.
Firstly, he was kicked off the Quidditch team. Secondly, detentions for three months, and extra essays about random stuff. Then, then came the Howlers. Ten in all. Two from his mum, a third from his dad, then one particularly scary one from Ginny Potter. The fifth was from Jon's parents, Katie Bell and Oliver Wood, both fanatical Quidditch players who also, aside from the fact that Art had inured their son, believed that he had also disrespected them by breaking the rules. Sixth was from his aunt, and then two loud ones from his next door neighbour, who also happens to be deputy Minister for Magic. Seventh had no name, just the words, 'I will be watching.'. No one knows. Eight, nine, and ten were nothing compared to what came afterwards.
When Molly Weasley came in, the rest of the school went into hiding.
Art's gone on 'holiday' with his parents.
I'm walking through the snow, letter to Alice in my hand. Her reply to my letter which I sent the night she broke up with Art, only a day before he hurt her, arrived yesterday. She says Viola( my owl) got lost. I'm not so sure.
My owl, Viola, was not named by me. Alice's favourite play is twelfth Night, and so she enjoyed the Sebastian and Viola. The name Viola suits my barn owl though, so I don't really mind. Alice never means any harm. Except when she does. Then, watch out.
The soft powder crunches under the new snow boots Mum sent me. This snow fell last night, on top of the solid, icy 10cm that won't melt. I'm quite glad the powder has arrived, as it means the ice has been covered, so we are less likely to slip.
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There is no one else out anyway at 8 on a Saturday morning. No body even stirred as I dressed, all still fast asleep.
A stream of sunlight hits my face as I walk onto the grass, and across the vast snowy lawn to the Owlery.
It's sunny and cold, fresh, as some might say, the way I like it most. Winter is my favourite season, I believe summer is overrated. What could be better than having a snowball fight, then coming in, drinking hot chocolate, eating stew and sitting by a warm fire? Screw the beach, give me a ski resort anyday.
I climb the slightly icy stone steps, resorting to a sort of dance to avoid the patches of ice I can see through the snow. I reach the top and look out over towards to castle, which looks like it has been covered in icing sugar.
It picturesque, and looks though it should be on a postcard, with the words, 'wish you were here' written in fancy lettering across the bottom.
I turn to go into the Owlery, and see Viola perched in the middle, looking at me impatiently. After humans, owls are the most impatient creatures in the world. She gives me that look as if it say, 'What took you so long!' Before sticking out her leg for me to tie the letter to.
Viola flies off out of the window, and I watch her disappear over the mountains, heading for Beauxbatons.
'Hey, Seb.' The soft voice makes me jump, and I turn towards its source.
'Hi Lily.' I haven't spoken to her since that day in the Hospital Wing,and ever since I've been trying to work out what she meant, what she would have said. No clear thoughts have come to me.
Her red hair is peeking out the end of a green beanie, the same colour as her eyes. Shut up, Seb.
She smiles, then goes back to petting her snowy owl.
'Why are you up here so early?' I ask. Stupid, stupid Seb! 'Sorry, that sounded mean,' I back peddle hopelessly.
She, thankfully laughs. 'No, it's a fair question. I suppose I needed some air. And I could ask you the same?' She smiles.
'Snow.' I say. 'I love snow, and also, this.' I hold up my empty hand.
She looks at it. 'Well, the letter I posted.' I explain hurriedly. What has got into me? 'Listen, Lily, I was wondering if perhaps you wanted to go to Hogsmeade?' The words are out before I can censor them. Ah , crap. Just when all was going well.
'Actually, Seb, I was..' She trails off. Here it comes. 'I was wondering if you would come to the Christmas ball with me.' She blushes, just as much as I'm sure I did when asking her to Hogsmeade.
It's all I can do to not jump up and down on the spot, or do a little victory dance. Control, Seb, control.
'Yes, yes of course.' I want to say more, but seem to have lost the inability to speak. It doesn't seem to matter though, because she beams, and that smile is brighter than the sun.
'Thank you!' She says, still smiling. 'So, I guess I'll see you around.' She asks.
'Yes, yes of course.' That seems to be all I am capable of saying at this moment in time.
She walks past me, and down the Owlery steps.
A thought comes to me. Ten seconds of bravery.
I skidd at the top of the stairs, and she stops ,looking up.
'Its that a yes to Hogsmeade then?' I ask. She nods. 'So we're going out then?' This makes her smile more.
'If you like.' She says, and if I loved her before, that is nothing to the large ballon that is inside of me, and is threatening to take off. Thank you, Lily. Thank you very very much. This is going to be a good day.
A/N How did I do? :-)
