The Anonymous Present.
Christmas dawned bright and cold, with a fresh layer of snow covering every thing. Many of the Hogwarts inhabitants were still asleep as it was very early, not to mention it was freezing cold outside, and much warmer wrapped up in bed.
Kat awoke, and drew back the curtains, that hung around her bed, ever so slightly. Judging by the light filtering through the window nearest to her, it was still fairly early, the sun seemed to have only just risen; she checked her clock, it was almost 7:00. She yawned and closed her curtains again on the pretence of going back to sleep, when they were ripped open again with a shout…
"Oi, Kat. Presents!"
Kat had almost completely forgotten that it was Christmas. She sat up and pulled her pile of presents, which was stacked neatly at the end of her bed, towards her and began to eagerly open them. The first one was from all her friends, a massive load of various Honeydukes sweets. The second was from her parents, some gallons to spend on whatever she wanted, as well as some new clothes. Lastly Kat opened a present from her Grandma revealing a…book? It was at least as thick as two of her schoolbooks, and it was all about Ancient wizarding civilizations. "Um…gee, thanks Gran." And that's when she noticed a small roughly wrapped package that had been well hidden under all the other presents.
"Ooooo, you missed one," exclaimed one of her more nosey friends, Angela Fritz. "I wonder who its from, there's no card, can I open it?" She asked but without waiting for an answer, she seized the package and ripped it open. Inside was a small box of sugar mice and a little neatly written note; but before Kat could grab them, Angela dumped the box on her bed with a flourish and read the note aloud.
"I shall give you these sweets, although they aren't nearly as sweet as you," as Angela read a strange look overcame her face. "Sooo, Kat has a secret admirer, who is it?" She promptly demanded.
"I don't know," Kat replied slowly, trying to look confused, but she could tell Angela didn't believe her.
"Who is it, Kat?" Angela demanded again, a smirk on her face.
"What business is it of yours?" snapped Emily Foster, Kats best friend, before Kat could reply.
"I…er…was just…um," spluttered Angela, put off by this sudden interruption, and quailing slightly under Emily's glare.
"You were just being nosey," Emily finished for her. Kat found it very hard to conceal her gratitude towards Emily, for Angela was now spluttering incoherently, unable to think of a come back.
"Yeah…well…" Angela started, trying to say something smart. "Like I'd really want to know." She scowled finally, and she stormed out of the room in a huff.
"Thanks, Em." Whispered Kat, with a weak smile, once Angela was gone. Emily had saved her from a very difficult situation. Emily, whom had been staring with annoyance at where Angela had been moments before, turned and replied with a bright smile,
"Nobody needs that," Emily jabbed her thumb at the door, indicating Angela, "on Christmas morning, but I do hope that you gave your 'admirer' a present in return."
Kat stared at her; this was not the reply she had expected. Then she jumped up, dressed at top speed, grabbed a block of chocolate from her mound of presents, and hurried out of the room. Just as she reached the door she turned to Emily, who was inspecting her own presents, and bid her thanks again. Then she hurried off to find Remus, for she knew that's whom the anonymous present was from.
*
By about 3:30 that afternoon Kat had searched, what felt like, the entire castle and she still had found no sign of Remus. She was on her way to re-check the library, when she stopped because she had just realised something. She had not seen Remus since lunch the previous day. She started of at a run down the corridor, and has just rounded the corner when she ran headlong into something solid. She gave an audible yelp of pain as she fell backwards to the floor, and she heard a grunt and thud as who ever she ran into also fell to the floor.
"Watch it!" came an angry yell as she scrambled to her feet. She looked up from dusting herself off and saw James Potter helping someone, with long black hair, to their feet and realised she had bumped into Sirius Black. As she watched Sirius climb to his feet she realised that they were just the two people she'd been looking for.
"Have you seen Remus?" she asked quickly hoping to avoid awkward questions, as Sirius straightened up rubbing his backside.
"Why?" demanded James instantly, sounding suspicious.
"Prefect business," Kat replied, saying the first thing that came to her mind. "I have a message from the Headmaster, of course if you don't want to tell me, I can always go tell Dumbledore about that unfortunate incident last week that involved you two." She added slyly.
"Ahh, okay," James said slowly, looking slightly nervous. "He's in the Hospital Wing."
"Why?" gasped Kat this time, trying not to sound to worried or shocked.
"He's sick," snapped Sirius in a disdainful voice. "Why else?"
"Well…thank you," Kat said coldly, trying to sound polite and stopping herself from slapping Sirius at the same time, as she headed off in the direction of the Hospital Wing.
"You're welcome," called Sirius in a mocking voice as he and James went in the other direction.
As soon as James and Sirius, still rubbing his backside, were out of earshot, Kat set off at a run towards the Hospital Wing, hoping desperately that Remus was all right.
Christmas dawned bright and cold, with a fresh layer of snow covering every thing. Many of the Hogwarts inhabitants were still asleep as it was very early, not to mention it was freezing cold outside, and much warmer wrapped up in bed.
Kat awoke, and drew back the curtains, that hung around her bed, ever so slightly. Judging by the light filtering through the window nearest to her, it was still fairly early, the sun seemed to have only just risen; she checked her clock, it was almost 7:00. She yawned and closed her curtains again on the pretence of going back to sleep, when they were ripped open again with a shout…
"Oi, Kat. Presents!"
Kat had almost completely forgotten that it was Christmas. She sat up and pulled her pile of presents, which was stacked neatly at the end of her bed, towards her and began to eagerly open them. The first one was from all her friends, a massive load of various Honeydukes sweets. The second was from her parents, some gallons to spend on whatever she wanted, as well as some new clothes. Lastly Kat opened a present from her Grandma revealing a…book? It was at least as thick as two of her schoolbooks, and it was all about Ancient wizarding civilizations. "Um…gee, thanks Gran." And that's when she noticed a small roughly wrapped package that had been well hidden under all the other presents.
"Ooooo, you missed one," exclaimed one of her more nosey friends, Angela Fritz. "I wonder who its from, there's no card, can I open it?" She asked but without waiting for an answer, she seized the package and ripped it open. Inside was a small box of sugar mice and a little neatly written note; but before Kat could grab them, Angela dumped the box on her bed with a flourish and read the note aloud.
"I shall give you these sweets, although they aren't nearly as sweet as you," as Angela read a strange look overcame her face. "Sooo, Kat has a secret admirer, who is it?" She promptly demanded.
"I don't know," Kat replied slowly, trying to look confused, but she could tell Angela didn't believe her.
"Who is it, Kat?" Angela demanded again, a smirk on her face.
"What business is it of yours?" snapped Emily Foster, Kats best friend, before Kat could reply.
"I…er…was just…um," spluttered Angela, put off by this sudden interruption, and quailing slightly under Emily's glare.
"You were just being nosey," Emily finished for her. Kat found it very hard to conceal her gratitude towards Emily, for Angela was now spluttering incoherently, unable to think of a come back.
"Yeah…well…" Angela started, trying to say something smart. "Like I'd really want to know." She scowled finally, and she stormed out of the room in a huff.
"Thanks, Em." Whispered Kat, with a weak smile, once Angela was gone. Emily had saved her from a very difficult situation. Emily, whom had been staring with annoyance at where Angela had been moments before, turned and replied with a bright smile,
"Nobody needs that," Emily jabbed her thumb at the door, indicating Angela, "on Christmas morning, but I do hope that you gave your 'admirer' a present in return."
Kat stared at her; this was not the reply she had expected. Then she jumped up, dressed at top speed, grabbed a block of chocolate from her mound of presents, and hurried out of the room. Just as she reached the door she turned to Emily, who was inspecting her own presents, and bid her thanks again. Then she hurried off to find Remus, for she knew that's whom the anonymous present was from.
*
By about 3:30 that afternoon Kat had searched, what felt like, the entire castle and she still had found no sign of Remus. She was on her way to re-check the library, when she stopped because she had just realised something. She had not seen Remus since lunch the previous day. She started of at a run down the corridor, and has just rounded the corner when she ran headlong into something solid. She gave an audible yelp of pain as she fell backwards to the floor, and she heard a grunt and thud as who ever she ran into also fell to the floor.
"Watch it!" came an angry yell as she scrambled to her feet. She looked up from dusting herself off and saw James Potter helping someone, with long black hair, to their feet and realised she had bumped into Sirius Black. As she watched Sirius climb to his feet she realised that they were just the two people she'd been looking for.
"Have you seen Remus?" she asked quickly hoping to avoid awkward questions, as Sirius straightened up rubbing his backside.
"Why?" demanded James instantly, sounding suspicious.
"Prefect business," Kat replied, saying the first thing that came to her mind. "I have a message from the Headmaster, of course if you don't want to tell me, I can always go tell Dumbledore about that unfortunate incident last week that involved you two." She added slyly.
"Ahh, okay," James said slowly, looking slightly nervous. "He's in the Hospital Wing."
"Why?" gasped Kat this time, trying not to sound to worried or shocked.
"He's sick," snapped Sirius in a disdainful voice. "Why else?"
"Well…thank you," Kat said coldly, trying to sound polite and stopping herself from slapping Sirius at the same time, as she headed off in the direction of the Hospital Wing.
"You're welcome," called Sirius in a mocking voice as he and James went in the other direction.
As soon as James and Sirius, still rubbing his backside, were out of earshot, Kat set off at a run towards the Hospital Wing, hoping desperately that Remus was all right.