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A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic! No evil git Wormtail! Thanks to our reviewers, you guys rule (AND HUGS FOR ALL)! Sorry, REALLY SORRY this chapter took so long (as readers we do know how annoying it can be), evil college work! Evil mock exams! Evil writer's block and did we mention EVIL COLLEGE WORK! Ok, calm now and um yeah on with the fic!
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Chapter 3 – Quidditch and confusing thoughts
The Great Hall was in its usual frenzy as Kelli and Charlotte settled down at the Ravenclaw table. Charlotte was trying to ignore the fact that she was receiving more attention than usual, but Kelli couldn't.
"OK, spill!" She demanded, turning in her seat. Charlotte was looking down at her plate and asked innocently "What?"
"Don't give me that! What happened at breakfast that made you late for class and," Kelli waved her arm around, "this?" Referring to hushed whispers and curious looks.
With a sigh, Charlotte related the story, but had to stop when Kelli burst into laughter (she does that a lot).
"Woah! I wish I could have seen her face, bitch!" She hissed the part, all the while sending glares over to the Slytherin table. It didn't matter one bit to her, that Nina wasn't even sitting there, in fact she hadn't even come down to the Great Hall.
"Kinda makes me wish Rob hadn't taken me to that deserted classroom to…uh…help him with his charms homework…" She trailed off very unconvincingly.
"Can we just forget about it? I really don't want to talk about it." Charlotte stared at her plate, as she moved her fork around. Kelli looked slightly guilty then placed a comforting arm around her friend's shoulder.
"You shouldn't pay any attention to what she says, the ditz can't even spell her own name!" Charlotte gave her friend a weak smile as Kelli continued. At least the girl was trying. "C'mon, this is the girl that told everyone she was carrying Kirley McCormack's love child. I think anything she says can be stricken from the record."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Have you seen Mandy?" The change of subject was unmentioned, but Kelli shrugged.
"I think I might have seen her come in with Padma Patil, but I'm not sure."
"OK, thanks. I'll see you in DADA." Then she rose from her seat to go in search of her sibling. As she walked down the Ravenclaw table, she finally spotted the dark-haired girl she had been looking for.
Mandy was sat between Padma and another fourth year Terry Boot, who Padma was flirting with outrageously. Mandy didn't look quite happy about the situation and neither did he. He kept trying to talk to Mandy, who would always get interrupted by Padma, once again.
"Hey Mandy." Charlotte stopped by her chair. Mandy looked up and gave her a small smile. But she seemed a little on the edge, slightly confusing Charlotte.
"Can I talk to you a minute?" Mandy shrugged and got up from her seat. Padma took this as an opportunity to move next to Terry. He rolled his eyes and began to talk to a boy on his other side.
Charlotte led Mandy out of the Great Hall and into the entrance hall. Sitting down on a staircase, she motioned for Mandy to join her. Mandy sat down next to her big sister and began to play with the hem of her robe.
"Mandy, is everything all right?" Charlotte noticed how her sister began to fidget even more.
"Uh yeah…why wouldn't it be?" She replied avoiding eye contact and staring at the stair below.
"I dunno…but you do know that you can talk to me about anything, right? If something was wrong, no matter what it was, you know I'd be here for you, right?"
"Yeah I know," Mandy said weakly looking off into the Great Hall, before quickly changing the subject. "I better go and finish my lunch so I'm not late for Herbology, I'll see you later." She stood up and began making her way across the entrance hall.
"OK," Charlotte said in a defeated tone. "Just remember what I said, all right?"
"Yeah." Mandy turned round and gave Charlotte a small wave before disappearing into the Great Hall.
"Yeah." Charlotte said weakly to herself.
Roger circled in the air feeling the rush of cool wind against his face. He let out a contented sigh, before pulling into a very extravagant loop- the-loop. Hearing a faint cheer down below, he quickly looked down to see Rob and one of the chasers James Dahl. Both had their brooms slung over one shoulder and were heaving along the end of the Quidditch trunk. Raising his left eyebrow, Roger landed perfectly and began to unlock the padlock on the front of the wooden trunk.
"Hey, Davies. If you did that more often in games, maybe you could keep the quaffle more often." Rob jokingly smirked. Roger didn't even glance up, but instead said in a perfectly even tone,
"You know, Connolly, we've got a very capable reserve beater." The only sign that he wasn't serious was the slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, Davies! You know you couldn't replace me. Who else would put up with all your shit!" With one last grin, Rob grabbed a club and kicked off, aware that Roger would possibly release a bludger at any moment.
Instead Roger pulled out the quaffle, throwing it to James just as the rest of the team arrived. Keeper Kate Monroe and the third chaser Stacey Moon, were teasing a very red Cho Chang. Roger managed to catch the words 'Cedric Diggory and 'deserted classroom'. Beater Amos Whistler dragged behind, broom under his arm, hands in his pockets. It was quite obvious that he was too busy watching Kate rather than where he was going, as he tripped over the trunk, sending a bludger loose. With a squeal the girls ducked as it speed towards them, then headed into the sky where Rob was waiting. Expertly he hit it towards the pitch. Roger quickly dived on it, wrestling it to the ground. Quickly he forced it into the trunk, fastening the locks securely. Wiping his hair out of his eyes, Roger glared in Amos' direction. He looked absolutely petrified, after all Roger Davies was a guy you didn't want to get angry. However, Roger didn't say anything to him, just gave few general instructions to the team and then mounted his broom. After all, Roger knew how Amos felt, to have a crush but keeping it a secret, not knowing how she would react.
For the next hour and a half, the team practiced. Finally Roger announced that they were all free to go, receiving six tired cheers. The team made their way up to the castle, that is all except Roger. Rob had offered to stay to help put the equipment away, but Roger had declined the help, knowing that his friend want to go back up to the castle and 'talk' to his girlfriend. When everyone had disappeared and the stadium was completely deserted, Roger once again mounted his broom and took to the air.
He really loved to fly. The sheer speed, to feel the wind on his face and that complete sense of inner peace, to feel that all his problems were not bad. At the moment he was worried. The letter he had received this morning caused him to leave his breakfast unfinished. Roger had numbly read the letter from his father, informing him that his little sister was sick. The doctors had no idea what was wrong. They were wizards, how could they not know? It just didn't make any sense! She was always so lively and smiling all the time, she couldn't be sick, she was too strong. He prayed that she would be all right, she had to be, didn't she?
Deciding for the first time that flying was not helping, Roger landed and proceeded to lock the Quidditch trunk in the broom shed. Then he slowly trudged up to the castle, leaving the dark Quidditch pitch behind.
Brow furrowed in concentration and absent-mindedly tapping her quill on the table in front of her, Charlotte tried to read that one passage for about the fourteenth time. After a few seconds she threw her quill down in defeat and sat back. It was no use; she couldn't take it in. She let her eyes gaze around the virtually empty common room. Nearly everyone had gone to bed, apart from several sixth years huddled round the fire, a fourth year Edward Garret and fifth year Kyle Foster were playing chess in the corner and Kelli lay sprawled over a sofa. She was evidently waiting for Rob. Just then the bookcase at the side of the common room slide open and the Ravenclaw Quidditch team came through. All were covered in mud and seemed to be in a heated argument over the Quidditch league tables.
Charlotte noted that they were one member short and couldn't help wondering where Davies was. Why was she thinking about him? 'OK, the main ingredient of an invisibility potion is- Argh, forget it!' Charlotte closed her book this time. She was getting agitated. Why was she thinking about Roger Davies all of sudden? But when she thought about the way his eyes darkened and the way he had looked at her, she felt her stomach flip. Oh, come on! Roger Davies was the heartthrob of Ravenclaw; it would be pointless to fall for him… right? 'Where did that come from?' she thought, she wasn't falling for him. Charlotte had learnt by now that to open your heart caused heartbreak and she wasn't ready for that again. No, she wouldn't fall for anyone, especially the unpredictable, bad-boy Quidditch captain. So why was she still thinking about him?
"Oh shit, I sure hope that Filch isn't around!" Roger muttered as he noticed the trail of mud he had trekked up the corridor. Shrugging he continued to amble aimlessly, trying desperately to clear his head. He was worried about his sister, but that wasn't the only problem in his life. Sometimes Roger just wasn't happy with his life. He had few friends; actually there was perhaps only three he could actually class as proper friends and one of them had graduated last year. The O.W.L's weren't too far away and he knew his parents expected a lot from him. Half the school was scared of him and basically he was lonely. Normally his life didn't bother him so much. He was a loner by nature, that's who he was. Roger didn't try and change himself for those around and he wasn't intending to start now, but god sometimes it was lonely. Unfortunately, it was times like this that he thought of her. She was a perhaps his biggest weakness. He had no idea when it started, but somehow he had fallen for her, hard. There was nothing about her that he didn't find perfect, to him she was an angel. Why couldn't he tell her? Roger probably knew more about her than anyone, just from his observation, which was pretty easy when you're a loner who people generally seem to avoid. She made everything seem bearable. After particularly hard days just her smile could cheer him up, but she had absolutely no idea. Roger's thoughts were broken as he round the corner. He stopped and frowned, growing increasingly angry as he spotted the group of Slytherin's closing in on the trembling Ravenclaw.
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A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic! No evil git Wormtail! Thanks to our reviewers, you guys rule (AND HUGS FOR ALL)! Sorry, REALLY SORRY this chapter took so long (as readers we do know how annoying it can be), evil college work! Evil mock exams! Evil writer's block and did we mention EVIL COLLEGE WORK! Ok, calm now and um yeah on with the fic!
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Chapter 3 – Quidditch and confusing thoughts
The Great Hall was in its usual frenzy as Kelli and Charlotte settled down at the Ravenclaw table. Charlotte was trying to ignore the fact that she was receiving more attention than usual, but Kelli couldn't.
"OK, spill!" She demanded, turning in her seat. Charlotte was looking down at her plate and asked innocently "What?"
"Don't give me that! What happened at breakfast that made you late for class and," Kelli waved her arm around, "this?" Referring to hushed whispers and curious looks.
With a sigh, Charlotte related the story, but had to stop when Kelli burst into laughter (she does that a lot).
"Woah! I wish I could have seen her face, bitch!" She hissed the part, all the while sending glares over to the Slytherin table. It didn't matter one bit to her, that Nina wasn't even sitting there, in fact she hadn't even come down to the Great Hall.
"Kinda makes me wish Rob hadn't taken me to that deserted classroom to…uh…help him with his charms homework…" She trailed off very unconvincingly.
"Can we just forget about it? I really don't want to talk about it." Charlotte stared at her plate, as she moved her fork around. Kelli looked slightly guilty then placed a comforting arm around her friend's shoulder.
"You shouldn't pay any attention to what she says, the ditz can't even spell her own name!" Charlotte gave her friend a weak smile as Kelli continued. At least the girl was trying. "C'mon, this is the girl that told everyone she was carrying Kirley McCormack's love child. I think anything she says can be stricken from the record."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Have you seen Mandy?" The change of subject was unmentioned, but Kelli shrugged.
"I think I might have seen her come in with Padma Patil, but I'm not sure."
"OK, thanks. I'll see you in DADA." Then she rose from her seat to go in search of her sibling. As she walked down the Ravenclaw table, she finally spotted the dark-haired girl she had been looking for.
Mandy was sat between Padma and another fourth year Terry Boot, who Padma was flirting with outrageously. Mandy didn't look quite happy about the situation and neither did he. He kept trying to talk to Mandy, who would always get interrupted by Padma, once again.
"Hey Mandy." Charlotte stopped by her chair. Mandy looked up and gave her a small smile. But she seemed a little on the edge, slightly confusing Charlotte.
"Can I talk to you a minute?" Mandy shrugged and got up from her seat. Padma took this as an opportunity to move next to Terry. He rolled his eyes and began to talk to a boy on his other side.
Charlotte led Mandy out of the Great Hall and into the entrance hall. Sitting down on a staircase, she motioned for Mandy to join her. Mandy sat down next to her big sister and began to play with the hem of her robe.
"Mandy, is everything all right?" Charlotte noticed how her sister began to fidget even more.
"Uh yeah…why wouldn't it be?" She replied avoiding eye contact and staring at the stair below.
"I dunno…but you do know that you can talk to me about anything, right? If something was wrong, no matter what it was, you know I'd be here for you, right?"
"Yeah I know," Mandy said weakly looking off into the Great Hall, before quickly changing the subject. "I better go and finish my lunch so I'm not late for Herbology, I'll see you later." She stood up and began making her way across the entrance hall.
"OK," Charlotte said in a defeated tone. "Just remember what I said, all right?"
"Yeah." Mandy turned round and gave Charlotte a small wave before disappearing into the Great Hall.
"Yeah." Charlotte said weakly to herself.
Roger circled in the air feeling the rush of cool wind against his face. He let out a contented sigh, before pulling into a very extravagant loop- the-loop. Hearing a faint cheer down below, he quickly looked down to see Rob and one of the chasers James Dahl. Both had their brooms slung over one shoulder and were heaving along the end of the Quidditch trunk. Raising his left eyebrow, Roger landed perfectly and began to unlock the padlock on the front of the wooden trunk.
"Hey, Davies. If you did that more often in games, maybe you could keep the quaffle more often." Rob jokingly smirked. Roger didn't even glance up, but instead said in a perfectly even tone,
"You know, Connolly, we've got a very capable reserve beater." The only sign that he wasn't serious was the slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, Davies! You know you couldn't replace me. Who else would put up with all your shit!" With one last grin, Rob grabbed a club and kicked off, aware that Roger would possibly release a bludger at any moment.
Instead Roger pulled out the quaffle, throwing it to James just as the rest of the team arrived. Keeper Kate Monroe and the third chaser Stacey Moon, were teasing a very red Cho Chang. Roger managed to catch the words 'Cedric Diggory and 'deserted classroom'. Beater Amos Whistler dragged behind, broom under his arm, hands in his pockets. It was quite obvious that he was too busy watching Kate rather than where he was going, as he tripped over the trunk, sending a bludger loose. With a squeal the girls ducked as it speed towards them, then headed into the sky where Rob was waiting. Expertly he hit it towards the pitch. Roger quickly dived on it, wrestling it to the ground. Quickly he forced it into the trunk, fastening the locks securely. Wiping his hair out of his eyes, Roger glared in Amos' direction. He looked absolutely petrified, after all Roger Davies was a guy you didn't want to get angry. However, Roger didn't say anything to him, just gave few general instructions to the team and then mounted his broom. After all, Roger knew how Amos felt, to have a crush but keeping it a secret, not knowing how she would react.
For the next hour and a half, the team practiced. Finally Roger announced that they were all free to go, receiving six tired cheers. The team made their way up to the castle, that is all except Roger. Rob had offered to stay to help put the equipment away, but Roger had declined the help, knowing that his friend want to go back up to the castle and 'talk' to his girlfriend. When everyone had disappeared and the stadium was completely deserted, Roger once again mounted his broom and took to the air.
He really loved to fly. The sheer speed, to feel the wind on his face and that complete sense of inner peace, to feel that all his problems were not bad. At the moment he was worried. The letter he had received this morning caused him to leave his breakfast unfinished. Roger had numbly read the letter from his father, informing him that his little sister was sick. The doctors had no idea what was wrong. They were wizards, how could they not know? It just didn't make any sense! She was always so lively and smiling all the time, she couldn't be sick, she was too strong. He prayed that she would be all right, she had to be, didn't she?
Deciding for the first time that flying was not helping, Roger landed and proceeded to lock the Quidditch trunk in the broom shed. Then he slowly trudged up to the castle, leaving the dark Quidditch pitch behind.
Brow furrowed in concentration and absent-mindedly tapping her quill on the table in front of her, Charlotte tried to read that one passage for about the fourteenth time. After a few seconds she threw her quill down in defeat and sat back. It was no use; she couldn't take it in. She let her eyes gaze around the virtually empty common room. Nearly everyone had gone to bed, apart from several sixth years huddled round the fire, a fourth year Edward Garret and fifth year Kyle Foster were playing chess in the corner and Kelli lay sprawled over a sofa. She was evidently waiting for Rob. Just then the bookcase at the side of the common room slide open and the Ravenclaw Quidditch team came through. All were covered in mud and seemed to be in a heated argument over the Quidditch league tables.
Charlotte noted that they were one member short and couldn't help wondering where Davies was. Why was she thinking about him? 'OK, the main ingredient of an invisibility potion is- Argh, forget it!' Charlotte closed her book this time. She was getting agitated. Why was she thinking about Roger Davies all of sudden? But when she thought about the way his eyes darkened and the way he had looked at her, she felt her stomach flip. Oh, come on! Roger Davies was the heartthrob of Ravenclaw; it would be pointless to fall for him… right? 'Where did that come from?' she thought, she wasn't falling for him. Charlotte had learnt by now that to open your heart caused heartbreak and she wasn't ready for that again. No, she wouldn't fall for anyone, especially the unpredictable, bad-boy Quidditch captain. So why was she still thinking about him?
"Oh shit, I sure hope that Filch isn't around!" Roger muttered as he noticed the trail of mud he had trekked up the corridor. Shrugging he continued to amble aimlessly, trying desperately to clear his head. He was worried about his sister, but that wasn't the only problem in his life. Sometimes Roger just wasn't happy with his life. He had few friends; actually there was perhaps only three he could actually class as proper friends and one of them had graduated last year. The O.W.L's weren't too far away and he knew his parents expected a lot from him. Half the school was scared of him and basically he was lonely. Normally his life didn't bother him so much. He was a loner by nature, that's who he was. Roger didn't try and change himself for those around and he wasn't intending to start now, but god sometimes it was lonely. Unfortunately, it was times like this that he thought of her. She was a perhaps his biggest weakness. He had no idea when it started, but somehow he had fallen for her, hard. There was nothing about her that he didn't find perfect, to him she was an angel. Why couldn't he tell her? Roger probably knew more about her than anyone, just from his observation, which was pretty easy when you're a loner who people generally seem to avoid. She made everything seem bearable. After particularly hard days just her smile could cheer him up, but she had absolutely no idea. Roger's thoughts were broken as he round the corner. He stopped and frowned, growing increasingly angry as he spotted the group of Slytherin's closing in on the trembling Ravenclaw.
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QUESTION: What do the letters R, E, V, I, E and W spell?
HINT: You'll find the answer by clicking on the little box with all of them on.