Chapter 3
Sorry I haven't updated in, oh, 4 months, but I've been very busy with school and my competitive dancing, and I've only had time to actually sit down and write a few days ago. Hopefully, I'll get a fair amount of chapters written during the break. That is, if you guys read and review. So please, write a little comment for me! ( Thanks a lot
Bloody hell. After the comment that Lui had made, I was too embarrassed to defend myself. The way I saw it, there was nothing I could say to defend myself. I mean, sure, Katie was an attractive girl, but who needs a woman when you could play Quidditch instead? I remained silent until we climbed into one of the horseless carriages. At this point, Ayan cleared his throat and made a quirky yet brave stab at conversation in order to ease the awkwardness of the situation.
"I heard that vampires are bisexual," he announced, stunning us. Lordy, does that guy ever know how to come up with odd icebreakers! I mean, who says something like that?! Although, I must admit this was better than the time he tried to initiate a conversation by saying, "I heard your uncle's locked up in Azkaban. How's that been on your family?" The sad thing about this is that when Ayan speaks to someone that he's not close to, he rarely jokes or purposely tries to be rude. He honestly thought that was an appropriate comment, and couldn't figure out why he was given a black eye. "Yup," Ayan continued, nodding his head. "Bet you guys didn't know that."
Fred raised his left eyebrow considerably high. "Where'd you read that vampires are gay?"
Ayan frowned. "Bisexual, not gay. There's a difference," our resident homosexual informed him. "And it was in a muggle novel I purchased for leisure reading. Supposedly, it doesn't matter to them whether another vampire is male or female. They only care about beauty, and the humans they make into vampires are almost always chosen for their considerably good looks. Vampires want beautiful companions. They don't have sex like us. They are pleasured by exchanging blood with one another".
"So a blood bank could be considered a hot make- out spot?" George joked.
"Well, considering I've never met a vampire, I don't know. But if a cute one ever tries to pick me up at a bar, I'll ask him about it," Ayan winked. The carriage began to slow down. We'd arrived at Hogwarts. About time, I was starving. I climbed out of the carriage after George, and immediately spotted Katie standing about 10 yards away. She looked at me, and I panicked. I quickly turned towards Fred and attempted to make conversation so that she wouldn't know I was looking at her. It was immature, I know, but I didn't know how else to react!
"So, uh, Fred. how about this fog, eh? In a Quidditch match, this weather would be a serious handicap to us. Clear skies are best for playing in."
Fred looked at me like I was a total square. "I know that, Oliver. It's common knowledge. Blimey, unknot your knickers and go talk to Katie!" With that, he shoved me in her direction. There was nothing I could do now but approach her and try to act cool. I could do that. I practically wrote the book on coolness.
I swallowed my saliva and walked the few steps that were between Katie and I. Right, Oliver. Be COOL. "'Sup?" I asked her, nodding my head. I could have smacked myself right there and then. 'Sup? 'SUP?!? Who says that any more?!? The Twelve Steps of Coolness? More like The Twelve Ways to Act Like It's Still The Nineties.
Katie, Alicia, and Angelina exchanged glances before bursting into a giggling fit. "Not much, dawg. Word!" Katie joked as I blushed chili pepper- red. Great. Now I needed to was to find a nice, cozy cave to spend the rest of eternity in. I turned to slouch back to the guys as Katie grabbed my hand, still laughing. "Awww, come on, Oliver. We're only kidding."
I stood as tall as possible and tried to look confident, which was hard to do, considering I felt like I was only 6 inches tall, max. Thanks, ladies. Way to make me feel manly. Still, I tried my best to conceal my embarrassment. "Ya, I knew that," I told them, trying my best to give a Katie a charming smile, which is easier said than done when u feel like a complete quad.
"Glad you're not embarrassed," Alicia teased me, slapping my shoulder as we entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. I was glad that the first years were about to be sorted into their houses, giving me a chance to relax and the girls a chance to forget about my dumb comments. Hell, and I thought Ayan had bad openers.
The first years entered the Great Hall, some looking around in awe, and all looking petrified. I smiled at a curly- haired girl who walked past me, but my act of kindness just seemed to make her more nervous, seeing as how she rushed past me, red in the face. Professor McGonagall stood behind the 3- legged stool, holding a parchment of paper. She cleared her throat.
"When I call your name," she began, "you are to sit on this stool and place this hat on your head." She gestured towards the ragged Sorting Hat that was resting on the stool as she spoke. "This hat will sort you into your proper houses. You will all be placed in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, or Slytherin house, all of which have turned out brilliant, respectable witches and wizards." She paused for a minute before turning towards the hat and softly saying, "You may begin." The Sorting Hat stood silent for a moment, then suddenly the large rip above its brim opened and the Sorting Hat burst into song.
'A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream;
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!
We all applauded the Sorting Hat when it finished its song. Really, it was quite impressive how he was able to write such good songs year after year. The only time I ever wrote a song was when I was 4 years old, and it was about my imaginary friend, Datoe Mania. Needless to say, it never became a smash hit. McGonagall peered down at the parchment and began calling out names. The first years were all sorted within about fifteen minutes, and after they were sitting at their proper house tables, the feast began. It was delicious, as always. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed Hogwarts' food. As I ate, I listened to Alicia and Angelina talk about the latest wizard band, Intense. Normally, I would use dinner time to discuss precious Quidditch tactics with my team, but I was too busy eating pork chops and lima beans to breathe a word. I figured I would talk to them at lunch the next day instead, seeing as how most of my teammates would probably sleep until noon, anyways. That's the beauty of Saturdays, they tell me. Well, that just makes me enjoy scheduling 6 a.m. Quidditch practices even more.
Dinner finished quickly, and dessert appeared in front of us. Chocolate cake, cherry pie, lemon tarts. every delicious food you could possibly imagine! I began to load up my plate when I heard a deep growl coming from behind me.
"Hello, Katie." It was Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and he was looking at Katie. Well, about 6 inches south of her face, to be exact. Katie looked disgusted.
"What do you want?" she retorted, the look upon her face suggesting she smelt something foul. Well, Flint does have that distinct scent about him.
"Katie, Katie, I only wanted to say hello!" Flint protested. He smiled coyly at her. "My oh my, haven't we grown." he murmured, and he placed his hand on her shoulder and attempted to casually lower it to her breast. Katie grabbed his hand before he could slide it any lower.
"Remove your hand, Flint, before I kick you in the balls." Flint's eyes glittered as he pretended to be upset.
"Katie, I was only trying to be friendly. Don't act like my hand on your tit wouldn't feel half- decent". Katie looked outraged.
"You're dirty!" she hissed, standing up to look Flint in the eye.
"Really?" Flint mockingly asked, placing his finger on his chin and pretending like he was thinking. He paused, then leaned in and quietly added, "Then why does my conscience feel so clean?"
I couldn't take any more of this. I got out of my seat and stood between Flint and Katie. "Leave," I told him as I tried to look tough and intimidating. Flint smirked.
"Oh yeah? And what if I don't?" he challenged me.
"Touch her or I and find out," I threatened. Flint glanced over at the Head table, where Dumbledore was watching us closely. Flint was by no means a smart guy, but he knew enough not to pick a fight while Dumbledore was watching. He slumped away, casting one last, angry look in our direction.
Katie smiled at me. "Thanks so much, Oliver," she whispered, gazing at me for a moment before standing on her tippy- toes to place a kiss upon my cheek. I couldn't help grinning in spite of myself. Wood, One. Flint, Zero.
Sorry I haven't updated in, oh, 4 months, but I've been very busy with school and my competitive dancing, and I've only had time to actually sit down and write a few days ago. Hopefully, I'll get a fair amount of chapters written during the break. That is, if you guys read and review. So please, write a little comment for me! ( Thanks a lot
Bloody hell. After the comment that Lui had made, I was too embarrassed to defend myself. The way I saw it, there was nothing I could say to defend myself. I mean, sure, Katie was an attractive girl, but who needs a woman when you could play Quidditch instead? I remained silent until we climbed into one of the horseless carriages. At this point, Ayan cleared his throat and made a quirky yet brave stab at conversation in order to ease the awkwardness of the situation.
"I heard that vampires are bisexual," he announced, stunning us. Lordy, does that guy ever know how to come up with odd icebreakers! I mean, who says something like that?! Although, I must admit this was better than the time he tried to initiate a conversation by saying, "I heard your uncle's locked up in Azkaban. How's that been on your family?" The sad thing about this is that when Ayan speaks to someone that he's not close to, he rarely jokes or purposely tries to be rude. He honestly thought that was an appropriate comment, and couldn't figure out why he was given a black eye. "Yup," Ayan continued, nodding his head. "Bet you guys didn't know that."
Fred raised his left eyebrow considerably high. "Where'd you read that vampires are gay?"
Ayan frowned. "Bisexual, not gay. There's a difference," our resident homosexual informed him. "And it was in a muggle novel I purchased for leisure reading. Supposedly, it doesn't matter to them whether another vampire is male or female. They only care about beauty, and the humans they make into vampires are almost always chosen for their considerably good looks. Vampires want beautiful companions. They don't have sex like us. They are pleasured by exchanging blood with one another".
"So a blood bank could be considered a hot make- out spot?" George joked.
"Well, considering I've never met a vampire, I don't know. But if a cute one ever tries to pick me up at a bar, I'll ask him about it," Ayan winked. The carriage began to slow down. We'd arrived at Hogwarts. About time, I was starving. I climbed out of the carriage after George, and immediately spotted Katie standing about 10 yards away. She looked at me, and I panicked. I quickly turned towards Fred and attempted to make conversation so that she wouldn't know I was looking at her. It was immature, I know, but I didn't know how else to react!
"So, uh, Fred. how about this fog, eh? In a Quidditch match, this weather would be a serious handicap to us. Clear skies are best for playing in."
Fred looked at me like I was a total square. "I know that, Oliver. It's common knowledge. Blimey, unknot your knickers and go talk to Katie!" With that, he shoved me in her direction. There was nothing I could do now but approach her and try to act cool. I could do that. I practically wrote the book on coolness.
I swallowed my saliva and walked the few steps that were between Katie and I. Right, Oliver. Be COOL. "'Sup?" I asked her, nodding my head. I could have smacked myself right there and then. 'Sup? 'SUP?!? Who says that any more?!? The Twelve Steps of Coolness? More like The Twelve Ways to Act Like It's Still The Nineties.
Katie, Alicia, and Angelina exchanged glances before bursting into a giggling fit. "Not much, dawg. Word!" Katie joked as I blushed chili pepper- red. Great. Now I needed to was to find a nice, cozy cave to spend the rest of eternity in. I turned to slouch back to the guys as Katie grabbed my hand, still laughing. "Awww, come on, Oliver. We're only kidding."
I stood as tall as possible and tried to look confident, which was hard to do, considering I felt like I was only 6 inches tall, max. Thanks, ladies. Way to make me feel manly. Still, I tried my best to conceal my embarrassment. "Ya, I knew that," I told them, trying my best to give a Katie a charming smile, which is easier said than done when u feel like a complete quad.
"Glad you're not embarrassed," Alicia teased me, slapping my shoulder as we entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. I was glad that the first years were about to be sorted into their houses, giving me a chance to relax and the girls a chance to forget about my dumb comments. Hell, and I thought Ayan had bad openers.
The first years entered the Great Hall, some looking around in awe, and all looking petrified. I smiled at a curly- haired girl who walked past me, but my act of kindness just seemed to make her more nervous, seeing as how she rushed past me, red in the face. Professor McGonagall stood behind the 3- legged stool, holding a parchment of paper. She cleared her throat.
"When I call your name," she began, "you are to sit on this stool and place this hat on your head." She gestured towards the ragged Sorting Hat that was resting on the stool as she spoke. "This hat will sort you into your proper houses. You will all be placed in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, or Slytherin house, all of which have turned out brilliant, respectable witches and wizards." She paused for a minute before turning towards the hat and softly saying, "You may begin." The Sorting Hat stood silent for a moment, then suddenly the large rip above its brim opened and the Sorting Hat burst into song.
'A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream;
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!
We all applauded the Sorting Hat when it finished its song. Really, it was quite impressive how he was able to write such good songs year after year. The only time I ever wrote a song was when I was 4 years old, and it was about my imaginary friend, Datoe Mania. Needless to say, it never became a smash hit. McGonagall peered down at the parchment and began calling out names. The first years were all sorted within about fifteen minutes, and after they were sitting at their proper house tables, the feast began. It was delicious, as always. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed Hogwarts' food. As I ate, I listened to Alicia and Angelina talk about the latest wizard band, Intense. Normally, I would use dinner time to discuss precious Quidditch tactics with my team, but I was too busy eating pork chops and lima beans to breathe a word. I figured I would talk to them at lunch the next day instead, seeing as how most of my teammates would probably sleep until noon, anyways. That's the beauty of Saturdays, they tell me. Well, that just makes me enjoy scheduling 6 a.m. Quidditch practices even more.
Dinner finished quickly, and dessert appeared in front of us. Chocolate cake, cherry pie, lemon tarts. every delicious food you could possibly imagine! I began to load up my plate when I heard a deep growl coming from behind me.
"Hello, Katie." It was Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and he was looking at Katie. Well, about 6 inches south of her face, to be exact. Katie looked disgusted.
"What do you want?" she retorted, the look upon her face suggesting she smelt something foul. Well, Flint does have that distinct scent about him.
"Katie, Katie, I only wanted to say hello!" Flint protested. He smiled coyly at her. "My oh my, haven't we grown." he murmured, and he placed his hand on her shoulder and attempted to casually lower it to her breast. Katie grabbed his hand before he could slide it any lower.
"Remove your hand, Flint, before I kick you in the balls." Flint's eyes glittered as he pretended to be upset.
"Katie, I was only trying to be friendly. Don't act like my hand on your tit wouldn't feel half- decent". Katie looked outraged.
"You're dirty!" she hissed, standing up to look Flint in the eye.
"Really?" Flint mockingly asked, placing his finger on his chin and pretending like he was thinking. He paused, then leaned in and quietly added, "Then why does my conscience feel so clean?"
I couldn't take any more of this. I got out of my seat and stood between Flint and Katie. "Leave," I told him as I tried to look tough and intimidating. Flint smirked.
"Oh yeah? And what if I don't?" he challenged me.
"Touch her or I and find out," I threatened. Flint glanced over at the Head table, where Dumbledore was watching us closely. Flint was by no means a smart guy, but he knew enough not to pick a fight while Dumbledore was watching. He slumped away, casting one last, angry look in our direction.
Katie smiled at me. "Thanks so much, Oliver," she whispered, gazing at me for a moment before standing on her tippy- toes to place a kiss upon my cheek. I couldn't help grinning in spite of myself. Wood, One. Flint, Zero.