Almost As Enemies Chapter III: Hey, Megan!
A/N: Just for all the reviewers out there, It is okay to hate Tricia. You are supposed to. Sorry that this chapter has taken so long. I'm lazy. My New Year's resolution is not to start any new stories until I've finished the ones I'm writing now.
"Hey Megan!" called Todd as the Puddlemeres walked in the next day for lunch. "Did you here about the dance the ministry is throwing Friday night?"
"Yeah," she answered, "I got the night off to go. Why?"
"Well," said Todd, "Oliver is going with Tricia and Matt is going with a friend of Oliver's, Katie Bell. I'm not going with anyone, yet."
"Are you asking me?" asked Megan.
"Only if you'll say yes."
"Sure, pick me up at the Cabaret Castle at 8' o clock."
"Of course," he smiled. Oliver and Matt walked up to order drinks. Tricia was sitting at a table in the corner. She looked up from the copy of Witch Weekly she was reading and smirked across the room.
"I would hex that girl if she weren't such a good chaser," Matt said after Oliver had gone back had gone back to Tricia and his table in the corner.
"Go ahead," said Todd, "That way Megan can join the team!" The three of them laughed.
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"Wow," said Todd when he came to pick her up Friday night, "You look amazing." He gaped at Megan from doorway. She was dressed in a pastel, rainbow dress (think Episode II: Queen Amadala's dress from the preview). She blushed.
"You look stunning, Tricia," said Todd when they met the rest of the group.
"Of course I do," she said. Megan stared at her with disbelief. Matt coughed and it sounded somewhat like he was saying the word 'snob'.
"Cover your mouth when you cough." Tricia turned toward the front doors. "Pig," she mumbled. The three pairs walked through the huge doors of the ballroom. Hundred of wizards and witches around the age of twenty were dancing, eating, and talking.
"Oh no," said Megan after she had glanced over the room.
"What is it?" asked Katie.
"Incoming Serpents." Four guys from the Serpent reserve team were coming toward them.
"Ignore them," said Oliver, "Maybe they'll go away."
"Maybe," answered Megan, "but if I know Marcus Flint - and I do- he won't leave us alone."
"What I want to know is how Flint managed to get such a pretty date," said Katie.
"It's the fact that he plays quidditch professionally," said Matt, " Didn't I tell you? It's how I got my date." Katie punched him in the arm playfully, but Tricia was looking at him with great dislike.
"Come on, Megan," said Todd, "Let's dance." Megan looked at Katie and Matt who both nodded. They stepped onto the dance floor.
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