Chapter 6
First off all, I would like to start this chapter off by thanking all of my reviewers, especially Cho Look Alike. You're too nice! I'm seriously smiling like an idiot as I write this, remembering some of the super great things you've said. Your comments absolutely make my day! Thanks to the other reviewers, too. You're a small but sweet group : ) And finally, I would like to thank my beta reader and the person I bounce all of my crazy ideas off of on msn, Sarah. Thanks for your help and I hope you enjoyed having a character named after you in Chapter 4! : )
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Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
It was Arithmancy, and the last class of the day. There were only 15 minutes left of class, and boy, was I looking forward to the end of the day, even though there wasn't Quidditch practice that evening. I had found the first half of the week to be quite hectic, and I was glad that I could just spend the evening relaxing in the common room. I could never confess that to my team mates, though. They would think I had lost my edge!
Scritch, scratch. Scritch, scratch.
The chalk was noisy against the surface of the blackboard as my teacher, Professor Vector, wrote out the final example for the lesson down for us to copy. Arithmancy was an easy enough subject, once you understood it. You just needed to memorize many formulas and be good at answering mathematical equations. I was strong at both. Not all the books I read are Quidditch related, you know!
I sighed as I picked up my pencil and began to write. I was in the middle of figuring out how x could be equal to the square root of seventeen when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Professor Dumbledore stood there, looking like his usual intimidating- yet- kind self. He gave us a gentle smile, and motioned for Professor Vector to come speak with him. The two men stood outside the door, talking in hushed, serious voices. Professor Vector summoned his briefcase and a stack of papers, shook Dumbledore's hand, and left.
Our class sat in silence, looking towards the doorway, where Dumbledore still stood. He began to speak to our class in his gentle, soothing way. "Well, I'm afraid Professor Vector won't be with us for the next three days or so," he announced. "His dear mother has just passed away, and he needs to be at home with his family. I hope you will all keep him and his family in your prayers." We continued to sit motionless, gazing at Dumbledore, who continued talking. "I'll do my best to find you a substitute teacher. Oh dear, and on what short notice. I'll have to look in my files and." he trailed off, walking away. We remained seated, looking at each other. Were we dismissed?
Ayan stood up, gathering his books. "Let's just assume we're finished for the day," he told the class. We murmured in agreement and, after gathering our belongings, filed out of the classroom.
I walked a little faster to catch up to Ayan, who was at the front of the group. "Who do you think Dumbledore'll get to sub for us?" I questioned him as I ran my fingers back through my hair, making it stand up on its end.
"Probably some old coot," Ayan retorted, rubbing his nose as he spoke.
I laughed. "Wouldn't it be great if he hired some milf for the next few days?" I asked, even though the question was rhetorical.
Ayan snorted. "A milf? Lord, who wants one of those? No, I hope it's a young guy, hopefully one with an athletic built, and a great ass. hey, maybe Dumbledore will hire David Beckham!" he trembled, his voice brimming with excitement as he pictured the muggle football star and he- uhhh, let's stop there. The visual is enough for me to want to burn my eyes out as it is.
"Yeah, because I'm sure Dumbledore will hire a muggle to teach wizardry," I sarcastically replied, resisting the urge to smack him in the back of the head.
Ayan's face fell momentarily. He thought for a moment, and then his smile returned. "Perhaps a Beckham look alike, then?"
"Sure, and I'll bet he'd be willing to mess around with you in his office, too," I humoured him.
Ayan turned towards me, an eyebrow raised. "If he's good looking, then it's possible. After all, all the cute guys are either taken or gay," he finished, a mischievous smile upon his face.
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The fire was dying out, but I hardly noticed from where I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room.
Fred, George, Lee Jordon, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and I had been sitting in the same seats for over two hours, chatting about nothing in particular. The atmosphere was comfortable as I casually shifted slightly closer to Katie on the couch.
"I swear, rocky road is the most amazing ice cream ever! I would cut my arm off for a scoop of it right now!" George was telling us, his eyes glazing over as rubbed his left arm and licked his lips passionately.
Lee good- naturedly gave George's arm a smack, bringing him out of his ice cream fantasy. "Oy! Easy, killer. I mean, rocky road is good, no doubt. However, I much prefer mint chocolate chip."
"Blimey, I'm drooling just thinking about French Vanilla," Angelina announced, tilting her head backwards to look up at the ceiling.
Fred frowned. "Vanilla? How boring."
"How delicious," Angelina corrected him, looking to her left where he sat.
"Whatever," Fred dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "Have you ever had chocolate chip cookie dough? It's to die for!" He turned towards his twin, nudging him as he continued talking. "Don't get any ideas, mate."
We all laughed. I began to wonder what people would think if they overheard us raving over a muggle treat. My eyes scanned the room. Most people had gone to bed, leaving only us, two fourth year birds I didn't know, and Harry's muggleborn friend, Hermione, in the common room. Katie must have been thinking on the same wavelength as me because at that precise moment, she let out a yawn.
"Blimey, is it ever late!" she informed us, looking at her watch. Not wanting her to leave yet, I searched for a conversational topic that would make her stay and chat. Unfortunately, I found the wrong one.
"You know, I heard that a popular wizard trend nowadays are nudist resorts!" I announced. Hey, if quirky icebreakers work for Ayan, maybe they'd work for me.
Katie gave me a quizzical look. "Were did that comment come from?"
I gulped. Obviously, Ayan's charm had not rubbed off on me. I needed to come back with a witty remark. "Well," I began, scratching my thigh as I spoke, "I was thinking that my favourite ice cream flavour is chocolate."
"And. that connects to nudist resorts how?" she questioned me, the expression on her face suggesting I was an idiot.
"I was thinking it'd be great if you put some on my abs and slowly licked it off," I lazily finished in a suggestive tone of voice, raising my eyebrow seductively as I spoke.
Katie gazed at me for what felt like a minute, before gently shaking her head and heading upstairs to her dormitory. Alicia and Angelina followed after her, murmuring their goodnights. I sighed as I hung my head and bit my thumb. I had been too upfront. I knew it. Likely story. I didn't even know whether or not Katie liked me, and I blew any chance, as far as I could see, by making some cheap, sexual remark to her.
"Hey, Oliver?" George spoke after the girls were gone.
"Yeah?" I asked, looking over at him.
Using his wand, George transfigured his right hand into a water pistol and shot a small amount of water directly into my face. I knew immediately what he was trying to communicate. I got shot down.
~ * ~ A/N-- I used the term, "milf," to mean a slutty, older woman who seduces younger men. I can't think of a better way to describe it... Basically, have you guys ever seen American Pie? Two Words: Stiffler's Mom.
First off all, I would like to start this chapter off by thanking all of my reviewers, especially Cho Look Alike. You're too nice! I'm seriously smiling like an idiot as I write this, remembering some of the super great things you've said. Your comments absolutely make my day! Thanks to the other reviewers, too. You're a small but sweet group : ) And finally, I would like to thank my beta reader and the person I bounce all of my crazy ideas off of on msn, Sarah. Thanks for your help and I hope you enjoyed having a character named after you in Chapter 4! : )
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Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
It was Arithmancy, and the last class of the day. There were only 15 minutes left of class, and boy, was I looking forward to the end of the day, even though there wasn't Quidditch practice that evening. I had found the first half of the week to be quite hectic, and I was glad that I could just spend the evening relaxing in the common room. I could never confess that to my team mates, though. They would think I had lost my edge!
Scritch, scratch. Scritch, scratch.
The chalk was noisy against the surface of the blackboard as my teacher, Professor Vector, wrote out the final example for the lesson down for us to copy. Arithmancy was an easy enough subject, once you understood it. You just needed to memorize many formulas and be good at answering mathematical equations. I was strong at both. Not all the books I read are Quidditch related, you know!
I sighed as I picked up my pencil and began to write. I was in the middle of figuring out how x could be equal to the square root of seventeen when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Professor Dumbledore stood there, looking like his usual intimidating- yet- kind self. He gave us a gentle smile, and motioned for Professor Vector to come speak with him. The two men stood outside the door, talking in hushed, serious voices. Professor Vector summoned his briefcase and a stack of papers, shook Dumbledore's hand, and left.
Our class sat in silence, looking towards the doorway, where Dumbledore still stood. He began to speak to our class in his gentle, soothing way. "Well, I'm afraid Professor Vector won't be with us for the next three days or so," he announced. "His dear mother has just passed away, and he needs to be at home with his family. I hope you will all keep him and his family in your prayers." We continued to sit motionless, gazing at Dumbledore, who continued talking. "I'll do my best to find you a substitute teacher. Oh dear, and on what short notice. I'll have to look in my files and." he trailed off, walking away. We remained seated, looking at each other. Were we dismissed?
Ayan stood up, gathering his books. "Let's just assume we're finished for the day," he told the class. We murmured in agreement and, after gathering our belongings, filed out of the classroom.
I walked a little faster to catch up to Ayan, who was at the front of the group. "Who do you think Dumbledore'll get to sub for us?" I questioned him as I ran my fingers back through my hair, making it stand up on its end.
"Probably some old coot," Ayan retorted, rubbing his nose as he spoke.
I laughed. "Wouldn't it be great if he hired some milf for the next few days?" I asked, even though the question was rhetorical.
Ayan snorted. "A milf? Lord, who wants one of those? No, I hope it's a young guy, hopefully one with an athletic built, and a great ass. hey, maybe Dumbledore will hire David Beckham!" he trembled, his voice brimming with excitement as he pictured the muggle football star and he- uhhh, let's stop there. The visual is enough for me to want to burn my eyes out as it is.
"Yeah, because I'm sure Dumbledore will hire a muggle to teach wizardry," I sarcastically replied, resisting the urge to smack him in the back of the head.
Ayan's face fell momentarily. He thought for a moment, and then his smile returned. "Perhaps a Beckham look alike, then?"
"Sure, and I'll bet he'd be willing to mess around with you in his office, too," I humoured him.
Ayan turned towards me, an eyebrow raised. "If he's good looking, then it's possible. After all, all the cute guys are either taken or gay," he finished, a mischievous smile upon his face.
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The fire was dying out, but I hardly noticed from where I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room.
Fred, George, Lee Jordon, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and I had been sitting in the same seats for over two hours, chatting about nothing in particular. The atmosphere was comfortable as I casually shifted slightly closer to Katie on the couch.
"I swear, rocky road is the most amazing ice cream ever! I would cut my arm off for a scoop of it right now!" George was telling us, his eyes glazing over as rubbed his left arm and licked his lips passionately.
Lee good- naturedly gave George's arm a smack, bringing him out of his ice cream fantasy. "Oy! Easy, killer. I mean, rocky road is good, no doubt. However, I much prefer mint chocolate chip."
"Blimey, I'm drooling just thinking about French Vanilla," Angelina announced, tilting her head backwards to look up at the ceiling.
Fred frowned. "Vanilla? How boring."
"How delicious," Angelina corrected him, looking to her left where he sat.
"Whatever," Fred dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "Have you ever had chocolate chip cookie dough? It's to die for!" He turned towards his twin, nudging him as he continued talking. "Don't get any ideas, mate."
We all laughed. I began to wonder what people would think if they overheard us raving over a muggle treat. My eyes scanned the room. Most people had gone to bed, leaving only us, two fourth year birds I didn't know, and Harry's muggleborn friend, Hermione, in the common room. Katie must have been thinking on the same wavelength as me because at that precise moment, she let out a yawn.
"Blimey, is it ever late!" she informed us, looking at her watch. Not wanting her to leave yet, I searched for a conversational topic that would make her stay and chat. Unfortunately, I found the wrong one.
"You know, I heard that a popular wizard trend nowadays are nudist resorts!" I announced. Hey, if quirky icebreakers work for Ayan, maybe they'd work for me.
Katie gave me a quizzical look. "Were did that comment come from?"
I gulped. Obviously, Ayan's charm had not rubbed off on me. I needed to come back with a witty remark. "Well," I began, scratching my thigh as I spoke, "I was thinking that my favourite ice cream flavour is chocolate."
"And. that connects to nudist resorts how?" she questioned me, the expression on her face suggesting I was an idiot.
"I was thinking it'd be great if you put some on my abs and slowly licked it off," I lazily finished in a suggestive tone of voice, raising my eyebrow seductively as I spoke.
Katie gazed at me for what felt like a minute, before gently shaking her head and heading upstairs to her dormitory. Alicia and Angelina followed after her, murmuring their goodnights. I sighed as I hung my head and bit my thumb. I had been too upfront. I knew it. Likely story. I didn't even know whether or not Katie liked me, and I blew any chance, as far as I could see, by making some cheap, sexual remark to her.
"Hey, Oliver?" George spoke after the girls were gone.
"Yeah?" I asked, looking over at him.
Using his wand, George transfigured his right hand into a water pistol and shot a small amount of water directly into my face. I knew immediately what he was trying to communicate. I got shot down.
~ * ~ A/N-- I used the term, "milf," to mean a slutty, older woman who seduces younger men. I can't think of a better way to describe it... Basically, have you guys ever seen American Pie? Two Words: Stiffler's Mom.