Author's Preview: What would happen if love-struck Alicia is separated from Quidditch and Katie for a week? In this chapter, the seventh years are going on trips, half going to the beach, half to the mountains, and Katie is in a different group than Alicia.
Author's Note: No more writer's block! La la la la! I am so happy! Anyhow, now the time is runnning short for Alicia, will she confess or wait till it's too late?
Warning: This chapter has swearing, alcohol abuse, and other social "niceties" in it. Oh, there's also the slash theme. Beware!
Tip of the Iceberg: Withdrawal Week
By Rhi
***
We climb into carriages, our faces tired. People push and jostle to be with friends, to get away from enemies, chaperones, teachers.
The seventh years going to the beach have already left an hour earlier-we weren't allowed to get up with them or say goodbye.
I sit in a black carriage, watching Hogwarts disappear, only half listening as Angelina prattles on about what fun we'll have in the mountains.
It will be a test, no Katie, no Quidditch, no magic-things I don't think I can live without.
***
Day One: Welcome to Hell
"It gets worse"-my sentiments exactly. Angelina and I are stuck in a crowded carriage with four other shouting and gossiping girls. Angelina says she's carsick and I'm wondering if my luggage will make it to the campsite.
We have two hostile Slytherins, both self-proclaimed "mall rats" across us, and they just won't shut up. They're examining the _Witch Weekly_ horoscopes-I hope sudden, brutal death is somewhere on the page.
I want my broomstick. I want to see Katie. I want Quidditch pratice. I want this trip over.
After the trip ends, we'll have to meet our hippie guides, muggles who don't know we're "magical folk", so we'll have to hide all magic signs. We'll have to set up tents with our own hands, we won't have running water, or any luxeries.
I'm in hell.
***
Day Two
I am tired, I had this huge bloody nose last night and bled all over my night clothes and sleeping bag, I can't find my makeup, and I'm hungry.
Worst of all, it's only seven twenty in the morning...
Now it's something like seven or eight in the night and I'm still tired, I'm convinced someone has been searching my bags, I'm sore from hiking, and I miss Hogwarts.
***
Day Three
In my dream, the Quidditch team members were walking around in towels, asking me what I thought about Katie. I said I didn't know her well enough to judge, and she appeared, crying.
I think I'm losing it-all I can think about is next week, when there will be time for Quidditch and such. Well, maybe not losing it, but I'm definitely desperate to get back to school.
We went spelunking today. Some jerk tried to grapple me when the lights went out, and I slapped him.
I really think I should tell Katie how I feel about her.
***
Day Four
All day long, I thought of Katie to keep my hiking up-I imagined her in different outfits, I thought about her hair, her eyes, her voice, her friends, her love prospects, and her Quidditch moves.
I will see her tomorrow-I am so excited. I cannot wait until this damned trip is over.
Angelina says the hippies admitted to spiking the drinks. It certainly makes sense-we were all a little bit crazy:
"You know you want some, Fred." (Lee)
"Your going down tonight. Seven pm."
"Yes, finally!" (Fred and Angelina)
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Give me the goddamn matches!" (Cho)
As for me, I had a breakdown. It turned out that the chaperones had candy and weren't giving it to us. I wanted it so much, and was so frustrated, I started crying. Then I started laughing about my situation. Everyone began to break away slowly. I don't think I've cried for lack of candy since I was five.
***
Day Five
Finally, homeward bound!
People became unusually high tempered: three fights broke out in twenty minutes, all easily stopped, but still.
Lee, Fred, Angelina, Cho and I chose to sit in the same carriage for the ride back-then Mr. Onionhead got the idea to play Truth or Dare.
It was really quite tame, compared to what we usually play. Lee kept on trying to apologize, so I kicked him in the shin. He shut up.
Katie had already gone to sleep when we arrived. It was kind of disappointing, not being able to say hi or anything, but at least we're back!
***
Author's Note: Blippity Blippity Bloo.
Disclaimer: This characters aren't mine, I'm just borrowing them for the moment. I'll return them only after I've horribly scarred them for life.
Please review!
Author's Note: No more writer's block! La la la la! I am so happy! Anyhow, now the time is runnning short for Alicia, will she confess or wait till it's too late?
Warning: This chapter has swearing, alcohol abuse, and other social "niceties" in it. Oh, there's also the slash theme. Beware!
Tip of the Iceberg: Withdrawal Week
By Rhi
***
We climb into carriages, our faces tired. People push and jostle to be with friends, to get away from enemies, chaperones, teachers.
The seventh years going to the beach have already left an hour earlier-we weren't allowed to get up with them or say goodbye.
I sit in a black carriage, watching Hogwarts disappear, only half listening as Angelina prattles on about what fun we'll have in the mountains.
It will be a test, no Katie, no Quidditch, no magic-things I don't think I can live without.
***
Day One: Welcome to Hell
"It gets worse"-my sentiments exactly. Angelina and I are stuck in a crowded carriage with four other shouting and gossiping girls. Angelina says she's carsick and I'm wondering if my luggage will make it to the campsite.
We have two hostile Slytherins, both self-proclaimed "mall rats" across us, and they just won't shut up. They're examining the _Witch Weekly_ horoscopes-I hope sudden, brutal death is somewhere on the page.
I want my broomstick. I want to see Katie. I want Quidditch pratice. I want this trip over.
After the trip ends, we'll have to meet our hippie guides, muggles who don't know we're "magical folk", so we'll have to hide all magic signs. We'll have to set up tents with our own hands, we won't have running water, or any luxeries.
I'm in hell.
***
Day Two
I am tired, I had this huge bloody nose last night and bled all over my night clothes and sleeping bag, I can't find my makeup, and I'm hungry.
Worst of all, it's only seven twenty in the morning...
Now it's something like seven or eight in the night and I'm still tired, I'm convinced someone has been searching my bags, I'm sore from hiking, and I miss Hogwarts.
***
Day Three
In my dream, the Quidditch team members were walking around in towels, asking me what I thought about Katie. I said I didn't know her well enough to judge, and she appeared, crying.
I think I'm losing it-all I can think about is next week, when there will be time for Quidditch and such. Well, maybe not losing it, but I'm definitely desperate to get back to school.
We went spelunking today. Some jerk tried to grapple me when the lights went out, and I slapped him.
I really think I should tell Katie how I feel about her.
***
Day Four
All day long, I thought of Katie to keep my hiking up-I imagined her in different outfits, I thought about her hair, her eyes, her voice, her friends, her love prospects, and her Quidditch moves.
I will see her tomorrow-I am so excited. I cannot wait until this damned trip is over.
Angelina says the hippies admitted to spiking the drinks. It certainly makes sense-we were all a little bit crazy:
"You know you want some, Fred." (Lee)
"Your going down tonight. Seven pm."
"Yes, finally!" (Fred and Angelina)
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Give me the goddamn matches!" (Cho)
As for me, I had a breakdown. It turned out that the chaperones had candy and weren't giving it to us. I wanted it so much, and was so frustrated, I started crying. Then I started laughing about my situation. Everyone began to break away slowly. I don't think I've cried for lack of candy since I was five.
***
Day Five
Finally, homeward bound!
People became unusually high tempered: three fights broke out in twenty minutes, all easily stopped, but still.
Lee, Fred, Angelina, Cho and I chose to sit in the same carriage for the ride back-then Mr. Onionhead got the idea to play Truth or Dare.
It was really quite tame, compared to what we usually play. Lee kept on trying to apologize, so I kicked him in the shin. He shut up.
Katie had already gone to sleep when we arrived. It was kind of disappointing, not being able to say hi or anything, but at least we're back!
***
Author's Note: Blippity Blippity Bloo.
Disclaimer: This characters aren't mine, I'm just borrowing them for the moment. I'll return them only after I've horribly scarred them for life.
Please review!