Dear Oliver,
Hello! I'm glad to hear you're well besides the broomstick incident, what happened?
Hermione and Ron tell me to say 'Hi'. They want to know all about the incident also. They're so nosy!
My advice to you is just be yourself, or does that really work? I've tried it and it's only got me so far. Look at Draco, even though a lot of girls say they hate him I've heard that there's a fan club. A fan club for crying out loud! Oh well, I think maybe you should just act on instinct. Just do what your gut and your brain tell you to do. I've heard being too aggressive is bad but, personally, I think girls like that better than playing hard-to-get.
Anyway, they're having a trip to Hogmeade tomorrow and we're all going. I'd like to talk to you again, if that's ok. Maybe we could talk at the Leaky Cauldron or something? Hermione and Ron would like to come too.
See you soon, hopefully!
Harry
P.S. We're doing just fine! Except the team will never be the same without you, you know that!
Harry sat back in the chair and read over his letter as he dipped his quill in and out of the ink, out of habit. He smiled and rolled it up, tied it and called Hedwig. She flew over and softly landed on the desk, nuzzled him and took the letter.
"Thanks Hedwig!" Harry said after her as she flew out the nearest open window.
"You invited him to the Leaky Cauldron?" Hermione asked, nibbling on the back of her quill that night.
The day was rough for all of them. Harry had gotten a stern talking to, or a stern threat, from Snape for supposedly defacing a few of the pictures, which obviously wasn't his fault. Ron had gotten his finger injured when he tried to transform a thick book into an animal it turned in to a large popper and popped right in front of him. Hermione had not been called on in a few of her classes and it was beginning to trouble her, she had started making a list on things to do in class to get called on. When Ron suggested her shutting up and not raising her hand so much Ron got his finger into much more pain than it had already been through.
"Yea, why not?" Harry asked, jotting down a few notes.
"I don't know, suppose he doesn't have enough time for his old friends." Hermione suggested as she started making a new list.
"Hermione might be right, Harry." Ron said, rubbing his finger.
At that moment Hedwig flew in through the window and landed on the chair Harry was sitting at.
"Hmm, maybe he's not." Harry smiled and pulled the letter loose from Hedwig.
He read it out loud:
Dear Harry,
Sure, I'll meet you in the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow! I've nothing much better to do anyway, except get ready for another try-out for a national quidditch team. I'll meet and chat for a few hours? How's that sound? Don't respond unless it doesn't work. I'm getting flooded with letters lately, and sadly, not from females.
So anyway, sleep well Harry and I'll see you tomorrow!
Oliver
P.S. I bet you guys still wish I was on the team, huh?
Ron laughed out loud and shook his head.
"That Oliver, that's all he thinks about, quidditch!" Hermione laughed too. "But I really do wish he had a girlfriend or something to take his mind off of quidditch. I mean, it's not healthy to have such an obsession."
"That's just the problem, Hermione, no girl wants to date him because he's always talking about the sport and doesn't want to be romantic and such." Ron pointed out.
Hermione nodded, "Well, I must get to bed early, I have to meet up with Antoinette before we go to Hogmeade, and she has to talk to me about something."
"You converse with Antoinette Strauss?!" Ron gasped in disbelief.
"What?" Hermione blinked at the boys staring at her. She rolled her eyes and gathered her books, "You know, contrary to popular belief, Antoinette is a very nice person, not just beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well." At that, Hermione left the common room.
"Can you believe that, Harry? Antoinette Strauss!" Ron leaned back in his chair and stared at the fire, his thoughts swirling.
"She's not that great." Harry mumbled, although he, himself, wanted to put on his invisibility cloak and join Hermione just to catch a glimpse at the beautiful girl who attended Hogwarts.
"Not that great?!" Ron snorted, "Harry, she's the most beautiful girl in school, seriously!" Ron sighed.
Harry couldn't argue with that, she was very attractive but the Strauss family was always known for their looks and wealth. It was a shame she didn't think Draco Malfoy was a jerk. Harry heard from someone that Antoinette actually thought Draco was 'cute' which made him shiver.
"Well, I'd better turn in, I do have to wake Fred and George up early because they have to pull an early morning prank before they leave." Ron sighed again, standing up.
"Why don't they just ask someone else?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, I guess I'm always their wake-up clock." Ron nodded and waved to Harry as he headed up the stairs.
Harry sighed and watched the fire, thinking about tomorrows meeting with Oliver. Then his mind switched over to Antoinette. For some reason he couldn't stop thinking about her, she had that effect on most guys. After a while Harry started to fall asleep. He shook his head and stood up, leaving his books on the table and heading up to his bed.
Hello! I'm glad to hear you're well besides the broomstick incident, what happened?
Hermione and Ron tell me to say 'Hi'. They want to know all about the incident also. They're so nosy!
My advice to you is just be yourself, or does that really work? I've tried it and it's only got me so far. Look at Draco, even though a lot of girls say they hate him I've heard that there's a fan club. A fan club for crying out loud! Oh well, I think maybe you should just act on instinct. Just do what your gut and your brain tell you to do. I've heard being too aggressive is bad but, personally, I think girls like that better than playing hard-to-get.
Anyway, they're having a trip to Hogmeade tomorrow and we're all going. I'd like to talk to you again, if that's ok. Maybe we could talk at the Leaky Cauldron or something? Hermione and Ron would like to come too.
See you soon, hopefully!
Harry
P.S. We're doing just fine! Except the team will never be the same without you, you know that!
Harry sat back in the chair and read over his letter as he dipped his quill in and out of the ink, out of habit. He smiled and rolled it up, tied it and called Hedwig. She flew over and softly landed on the desk, nuzzled him and took the letter.
"Thanks Hedwig!" Harry said after her as she flew out the nearest open window.
"You invited him to the Leaky Cauldron?" Hermione asked, nibbling on the back of her quill that night.
The day was rough for all of them. Harry had gotten a stern talking to, or a stern threat, from Snape for supposedly defacing a few of the pictures, which obviously wasn't his fault. Ron had gotten his finger injured when he tried to transform a thick book into an animal it turned in to a large popper and popped right in front of him. Hermione had not been called on in a few of her classes and it was beginning to trouble her, she had started making a list on things to do in class to get called on. When Ron suggested her shutting up and not raising her hand so much Ron got his finger into much more pain than it had already been through.
"Yea, why not?" Harry asked, jotting down a few notes.
"I don't know, suppose he doesn't have enough time for his old friends." Hermione suggested as she started making a new list.
"Hermione might be right, Harry." Ron said, rubbing his finger.
At that moment Hedwig flew in through the window and landed on the chair Harry was sitting at.
"Hmm, maybe he's not." Harry smiled and pulled the letter loose from Hedwig.
He read it out loud:
Dear Harry,
Sure, I'll meet you in the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow! I've nothing much better to do anyway, except get ready for another try-out for a national quidditch team. I'll meet and chat for a few hours? How's that sound? Don't respond unless it doesn't work. I'm getting flooded with letters lately, and sadly, not from females.
So anyway, sleep well Harry and I'll see you tomorrow!
Oliver
P.S. I bet you guys still wish I was on the team, huh?
Ron laughed out loud and shook his head.
"That Oliver, that's all he thinks about, quidditch!" Hermione laughed too. "But I really do wish he had a girlfriend or something to take his mind off of quidditch. I mean, it's not healthy to have such an obsession."
"That's just the problem, Hermione, no girl wants to date him because he's always talking about the sport and doesn't want to be romantic and such." Ron pointed out.
Hermione nodded, "Well, I must get to bed early, I have to meet up with Antoinette before we go to Hogmeade, and she has to talk to me about something."
"You converse with Antoinette Strauss?!" Ron gasped in disbelief.
"What?" Hermione blinked at the boys staring at her. She rolled her eyes and gathered her books, "You know, contrary to popular belief, Antoinette is a very nice person, not just beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well." At that, Hermione left the common room.
"Can you believe that, Harry? Antoinette Strauss!" Ron leaned back in his chair and stared at the fire, his thoughts swirling.
"She's not that great." Harry mumbled, although he, himself, wanted to put on his invisibility cloak and join Hermione just to catch a glimpse at the beautiful girl who attended Hogwarts.
"Not that great?!" Ron snorted, "Harry, she's the most beautiful girl in school, seriously!" Ron sighed.
Harry couldn't argue with that, she was very attractive but the Strauss family was always known for their looks and wealth. It was a shame she didn't think Draco Malfoy was a jerk. Harry heard from someone that Antoinette actually thought Draco was 'cute' which made him shiver.
"Well, I'd better turn in, I do have to wake Fred and George up early because they have to pull an early morning prank before they leave." Ron sighed again, standing up.
"Why don't they just ask someone else?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, I guess I'm always their wake-up clock." Ron nodded and waved to Harry as he headed up the stairs.
Harry sighed and watched the fire, thinking about tomorrows meeting with Oliver. Then his mind switched over to Antoinette. For some reason he couldn't stop thinking about her, she had that effect on most guys. After a while Harry started to fall asleep. He shook his head and stood up, leaving his books on the table and heading up to his bed.