Sorry for not updating in like twelve thousand years. This one was hard to write. Please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: The characters and the world are not mine. Duh.
I was blissfully asleep, oblivious to the world. And then Alicia Spinnet threw the door open to my dorm, stalked over to my bed and pounced.
"ARGH!" I screeched, rolling over too fast. With a thump I landed on the floor.
"Rise and shine, little fourth year!" My friend looked more like a grindylow than a witch at that moment. I pouted.
"I'm up. And you've probably woken Leanne," I huffed, pointing over to the lump of covers on the next bed over. No, she was definitely asleep. Damn. That girl could sleep through anything.
"Come on, Katie! Hogsmeade!" Alicia slid off my bed, rifling through my trunk as though it contained the answers to the History of Magic final. Her violent tendencies worried me.
"You should look nice - we're meeting the rest of the team at the Three Broomsticks later." She threw my favorite sweater over her head.
I scoffed, "Why would I want to impress any of you lot?"
"Because Wood's going to be there. And I want to pick up blokes." Alicia carefully inspected a maroon tank top before setting it next to me.
"Are you serious?" I raised my eyebrows, "That's your brilliant reasoning?"
Alicia's head ducked out of view until she found a pair of skinny jeans, which she threw onto the bed, "Yes," came her answer. She looked at me with narrowed eyes, "And it's bloody fantastic reasoning, too. Thank me later."
I picked up the tank top skeptically, "I'll freeze to death. At least give me my sweater." I pointed to the article of clothing she had tossed across the room.
"Katie," Alicia rolled her cinnamon eyes, "First of all that sweater is awful. Secondly, a sweater would take away from the effect."
"What, the effect of my breasts' debut?"
Alicia snorted, "You're so weird."
Eventually we made a deal. I'd wear the tank top, but I got a cream cardigan for when I inevitably got cold. I pulled brown oxfords on my feet and shoved my wand in my pocket before we ambled gracelessly down the stairs.
My friend had a terrifyingly happy glint in her eye as we marched out of the common room. That was a bad omen.
"What?" I said cautiously, bracing myself for something truly horrific.
"Oh nothing," Alicia sang, skipping a little. Oh, Merlin. Not good.
"Alicia."
She walked backwards in front of me, hands clasped behind her like a child, "It's just that you dressed expecting to see Oliver."
"What?" I shrieked, red creeping up my neck, "That's such a lie! You picked out my clothes!"
"Oh Katie," she cooed, "you're so naive!"
She skipped ahead of me. And the worst part was, I wasn't actually mad. I was going to see Oliver dressed in this, and it wasn't anger that turned my face pink, or made my heart flutter uncomfortably in my stomach. I didn't want to think of what that could be. Nargles, I thought, teeth clenched stubbornly, the fluttery business is all nargles.
Please R&R. This was the hardest so far! Thank you for reading!
