Everybody Loves Leprechauns

Everybody Loves Leprechauns

Chapter 2.: Ginny Weasley and a Lovesick Leprechaun, Why Me?, and Girl Troubles

AN: Three titles. Sheesh. I can't make up my mind. Anyway, sorry for the delay! Me and my procrastination..... it didn't help that my internet was down for a week, either. Anyway, I don't own any of the characters, scenery, or references from or to the original Harry Potter series. Alas, that distinction belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own Gar, Pod, Tik, the plot, the thick Irish accents, and anything else you don't recognize from the books. Nobody flame, please, it's not worth my time or yours. I blame my vocabulary on reading a minimum or six hours each day, so if you don't understand some of the words I use, tough. (I don't think that will be a problem, though, becuase I assume anyone who reads Harry Potter can't be a total idiot.....) BTW- all schedules I make for class times are based on the assumption that all classes are two hours. Probably wrong, but I hide behind the excuse that we all know all my times/timelines will be messed up.

Tik sat at his new house's table. Or really, he tried to sit, for his chair was a bit too short for him to see over the table very well. Irritated and scowling, he heard Pod sniggering from his left shoulder, and Gar chuckling from the other. Two curious fifth year girls watched him from across the table. His ears burned bright red, for both of the girls were rather pretty. One of them began to giggle, and the other rolled her eyes, laughing silently. Tik mentally hit his head against a metaphorical wall. Why Me?

Obviously enjoying his descendant's pain, Gar let out a last, wheezy chuckle. Finally, he spoke. "D'n't worry y'r he'd about th' girls yet, Tik. Plenty o' time f'r th't when y'r older. B't let's not emb'rrass y', eith'r. 't's time f'r me to leave, lad, b't here's a sortin' pr'sent f'r y'." Abruptly, Tik's chair grew taller, so he could look over the table like anyone else. Gar winked out of sight, presumably off on some mad-cap adventure. Tik sighed, relieved, and stole a peek at the girls across the table, who were now chatting happily with some boys of normal stature, having forgotten about the poor, short, first year across from them.

Tik reached for one of the many golden plates heaped with food, suddenly famished, but was interrupted. "Gar's r'ght, m' lad. D'n't worry about th' girls yet, Tik. G't in th' way o' pranks, 't will. Though I do like th' look o' th't one, th're." Pod gestured to a red-head, older than Tik, probably a forth or fifth year. "Sh' 's got an Irish look about her, th't one does." Tik glanced at the girl in question, and had to blink twice.

Her skin was creamy white, lightly sprinkled with freckles. Her blue eyes twinkled merrily as she laughed at something a couple of older boys, her brothers by the look of it, were telling her. Her flaming hair was curled, tucked behind her ears. Her white teeth flashed as she grinned at someone Tik distractedly identified as Harry Potter. Tik heart melted into quivering gob of unidentifiable red gooey substance. Pod just grinned to himself.

Tik never could remember what that feast tasted like, who talked to him, what he said, or what anybody but Her looked like. As he lay in bed that night, the only thing he remembered was a single girl. He fell asleep listening to Pod chuckle merrily.

Waking the next morning, Tik panicked, something he had never been known to do before. Even the unshakable Pod, perched on the wardrobe, was disturbed by his son's behavior. As Tik rushed around the room chattering to himself about what he would do or say at breakfast, wondering if any of the years shared classes, hoping the years shared classes, Pod yelled out, "Lad, lad, calm y'rself! 'T's a good thing y'r a late sleeper, o' y'r roomm'tes'd think y' were mad! Stop it!" Abashed, Tik sat on his bed, disheveled red hair making him look like his head was a fire. "F'rst things f'rst. Now, 're y' sure y' didn' swallow n'thing funny at the feast las' nigh'?" Tik shook his head yes. "Didn' smell any fumes, nor see any magic?" Receiving a positive to both, Pod began grinning again. "I guess I've g't a true case o' loves'ck leprechaun on m' hands." He looked back at Tik, who was now laying back on his bed, staring dreamily at the ceiling, drooling. Pod chuckled. "Yep."

Tik blinked, breaking out of his reverie and looking at the clock. "I'm late!" he cried, his voice showing only a trace of Irish accent, unlike Pod's. "I have to be at breakfast! She'll be there!" Tik then set a new world record for dressing in bulky wizarding robes and running through the halls of Hogwarts to the Great Hall. Pod barely caught a-hold of him before Tik got away.

Standing outside the monstrous doors, Tik took a deep breath and held it. Steeling himself, he pushed open the doors and walked in. Almost the entire school was already there, chatting and eating their meal. The students were inspecting their course schedules, some cheering or groaning, depending on their class assignments. If looks could kill, the Slytherins and the Gryffindors would all be slowly dying of painful, flesh-eating diseases while dozens of rabid hippogriffs ripped off arms and legs, keeping all the vital organs intact. Tik assumed they had been placed in potions together again, a traditional assignment that went back to the opening of the school. He slowly walked to his table and sat, pleased to find that the chair automatically rose the the right height. He inwardly thanked Gar, and checked his own course schedule.

Johnathan Tik Scruff 1st year Gryffindor

Monday
~Potions 9:00 AM
~Transfiguration 11:15 AM
~Charms 2:30 PM
Tuesday
~History of Magic 9:00 AM
~Herbology 11:15 AM
Wednesday
~History of Magic 9:00 AM
~Transfiguration 11:15 AM
~Defense Against the Dark Arts 2:30 PM
Thursday
~Potions 9:00 AM
~Herbology 11:15 AM
~Defense Against the Dark Arts 2:30 PM
Friday
~Potions 9:00 AM
~Transfiguration 11:15 AM
~Charms 2:30 PM
~Astronomy 11:00 PM

Notes:
Herbology taken with Ravenclaw 1st years.
Potions and Transfiguration taken with Slytherin 1st years.
Astronomy taken with Hufflepuff 1st years.

Tik sighed, noticing the lack of cross-year classes. He set down his schedule and began filling his breakfast plate. Pod sniggered softly into his sleeve, and his hat began to shoot off sparks. Tik, deep in his own thoughts, didn't notice, or he would never have stayed in the great hall. He knew what was going on when the hat went off. After a moment, however, the hat stopped, and Pod grinned. Suddenly, Tik's head snapped up and he began to recite at the top of his voice.

"Her hair is as red as a bonfire,
Her teeth, pearly-white, how they shine!
Her eyes carry me
O'er a cerulean sea,
How I wish this sweet girl would be mine."

Dead silence filled the room. Then, the two red-headed twins began howling with laughter, the rest of the school joining in. Tik, mortified, began to slide down in his seat. He saw the object of his affection with her head in her arms on the table, shaking with silent laughter or tears; which one, Tik couldn't tell. Her brothers kept poking her, sniggering. Tik sank farther and farther in his seat, covering his face with his hands.

WHY ME?

AN: I know I promised this would be longer, but I'm sorry. I just had to cut it off here. I'll have the next piece up within a week, hopefully longer than this one. BTW- Am I evil, or what? :) And I have a question for all of you reviewers.... I am an author on this website, under a different name. Who am I? Verbum, SpamWarrior, don't answer that.