Red with Jealousy
"Look at them over there! It's sickening."
"Why are we spying on him again?" Skylar glared at Meg, and looked through her Omni-culars again. Number 1 and 2 were all over Tim, flirting and giggling. "Why don't you just show him up? Don't they say that jealousy works well."
"Who am I going to use then?"
"Matt?"
"He got kicked out of Hogwarts."
"Um, how about that 7th year, Satazahn?" Meg asked as she watched him walk down the street.
"Prep."
"How about Shenlong?" Skylar started laughing.
"Yeah, that's gonna work. He'll know I'm just doing it to make him jealous."
"Well who then?"
"How about him?" Skylar pointed to a very handsome looking teen walking down the street.
"Who is he?"
"Don't know, but I'll soon find out." Skylar got out of her hiding spot behind the trash can and walked towards him. She pulled a book out of one of her robe pockets, and begun reading it, after making sure she was inline with him.
"Oh I'm so sorry." She said, when they hit each others shoulders, and causing her to drop the book.
"It's my fault." She looked up. He was very very good looking up close, and had sparkling blue eyes. "Hi, I'm Ryan" He held his hand out.
"I'm Skylar Black."
"Oh, I've heard about you."
"I think everyone has. If I could just ask you one question, you'll probably think I'm nuts for asking but, you aren't part of the Dark Side are you?" He smiled.
"No I'm not, and I can understand why you're asking."
"You don't go to Hogwarts do you?"
"No, I'm on vacation and visiting Remus Lupin."
"Oh I know him. So where do you go to school?"
"Beauxbottoms."
"So you know French?"
"Yeah, I could teach you some if you want." He linked arms with Skylar and started teaching her.
"Wow, it worked." Meg said, watching them walk down the street. She turned the Omni-culars to Tim. He noticed the two walking arm in arm and started to get angry. "I could write a top selling book about these two." Meg laughed to herself and went down to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer.
"Comme temme tu?"
"What's that?"
"What's your name."
"Well you already know that."
"J'aime vos yeux"
"What does that mean?"
"I love your eyes."
"Oh you." Skylar giggled and slapped his arm softly. She saw Tim, and hugged Ryan's arm tighter. "Teach me some more French."
"Did you know French is the language of love?" Tim did the Weasley trademark, turning bright red and matching his hair. Once they got down the street and out of ear shot from Tim, Skylar asked Ryan what was bugging her.
"So how do you know Remus?"
"I'm his son." Skylar dropped his arm.
"Son?" She got a mix of a disgusted and horrified look on her face. "I'm his niece."
"We're cousins?" Skylar was still too shocked to respond. Ryan looked down at his watch. "I better get going. So I guess I'll see you around."
"Yeah." Once Ryan left Skylar kicked the nearest wall. She screamed in pain and began hopping around.
"So why did he suddenly leave?" Tim asked. Number 1 and 2 were sitting on a bench not to far away, and gossiping.
"He was going to go get me a butterbeer. It's none of your business." Tim grew red again.
"Then why isn't he coming back?"
"Uh..."
"Just what I thought." Tim turned away.
"You're such a git!" She yelled after him.
"You're not so great yourself." He yelled back.
"I don't see why we ever became friends in the first place." He didn't have a response to that one, but Skylar kept going on. "At least there is some one at Hogwarts that is actually kind and notices me in that kind of why." She pulled the poem out, and began to read it.
"There you sit across the room. Your smile lighting up where ever you go." Tim's eyes widened.
"Where did you get that?" He yelled, snatching it out of her hands and reading the rest of it. She grabbed it back.
"Someone put it on my bed." He ran down the street, and back to Hogwarts.
"Ely! Where are you?" Tim yelled. Jessica peeked out from behind her enormous History of Magic book.
"Right here lover boy." She teased.
"How could you?!"
"Sit down and breathe. You look like you just ran here from Hogsmeade."
"I did." Jessica formed a small 'o' with her mouth.
"That would explain the sweat. Now what did I do again?" Jessica asked. "I'm pretty sure I left some pranks. I'm positive that I left the list I took with the money on your dresser."
"No, you left something else."
"What?
"My poem on Skylar's bed." Tim growled.
"Wow, you sound like Skylar when she's mad."
"Why did you leave the poem there?"
"Well, can I tell you about the time I was under that spell that made me sleep? I never wanted to share with people what happened while I was there, but I really want to tell you." Tim looked at her confused. "Sit, please." He obeyed and sat down beside her.
"When I was in the pure evil world, you and Skylar were a couple. You guys are perfect for each other. Do you know how miserable she was when you guys first started to fight? It was even making me upset. She really cares about you."
"Yeah right." Jessica pinched him.
"OW! What was that for?"
"I was bringing you back to reality. I know how you feel about her, and how she feels about you, now get off your high horse and let her know too." Tim looked at her. She closed her History of Magic book. "You know... If you don't tell her when she comes back, I'm chucking this at your head. Then you can match the great Harry Potter." Tim glared at her and crossed his arms.
"She does not feel the same about me. She was all over this guy at Hogsmeade. She only thinks of us as friends. Nothing else. I think you're in fantasy."
"Sure...whatever you have to tell yourself." Tim watched her leave the common room.
"Guys aren't worth the hassle." Skylar told Meg at the Three Broomsticks. They were finishing their butterbeers, with several empty glasses in front of them. Skylar was looking a bit tipsy, okay maybe alot.
"I agree with you. Those poor first years have no clue on what's to come." Skylar looked at Meg confused. Meg took another sip of her drink. "They have yet to have guy problems. But Jessica's going to have to deal with your cousin."
"You mean Ryan?" Skylar asked stupidly.
"No Max. Wait...Ryan? Is that the guy you ran off with? He's your cousin?! That's rich."
"Shut up. Why am I the only one to have guy problems?"
"Because you won't snuff it up and tell Tim how you feel about him." Skylar bowed her head.
"You know. I think I've had too many of these." She said. Meg smiled.
"Alright, lets go back to the castle."
"If I would drink alot of these, would the alcohol level add up?"
"Yeah, there is only like one percent in each of these. How many did you have?"
"Umm...wellllll...I had six before you came, then five with you so that makes...."
"Eleven dear. You better go to Pomfrey for a headache potion."
"Why?" Skylar stumbled down the dirt path leading back to Hogwarts.
"Have you ever heard of a hangover?"
"Oh, yeah."
Tim was once again looking across the room composing poetry. Skylar was curled up in a blanket, with her head in her hands. The headache potion didn't kick in yet, but the hang over did. Jessica came up behind him and read the parchment over his shoulder.
"You're getting good at this." Tim whipped around.
"Haven't you done enough?"
"Nope."
"Won't you back off?"
"Not until you guys are together. Look over there at her. It's the perfect moment. She's alone, nobody is paying attention to her, and she's still kinda drunk. Simply perfect."
"You have a weird definition of perfect." Tim looked back over to Skylar. "But I'll go tell her now." Tim picked the parchment up, and walked over to where Skylar was.
"Hey, Sky? Sky?" He leaned down and saw that she was sleeping. He pulled a quill out and wrote on it. "Goodnight Skylar." He kissed her forehead and slipped the poem under her hand.
Skylar woke up several hours later, her headache coming back. She felt the parchment and picked it up. Not being able to read it, she went over to the fire place, using the last few ambers as a light.
I don't have to worry about you, Skylar. Meet me up in the Astronomy tower at 2am, tomorrow. Please? I have to talk to you. Love you, really.
Skylar, after sighing loudly, put the note in her pocket carefully, and went back to her couch.
"Wow."
"Look at them over there! It's sickening."
"Why are we spying on him again?" Skylar glared at Meg, and looked through her Omni-culars again. Number 1 and 2 were all over Tim, flirting and giggling. "Why don't you just show him up? Don't they say that jealousy works well."
"Who am I going to use then?"
"Matt?"
"He got kicked out of Hogwarts."
"Um, how about that 7th year, Satazahn?" Meg asked as she watched him walk down the street.
"Prep."
"How about Shenlong?" Skylar started laughing.
"Yeah, that's gonna work. He'll know I'm just doing it to make him jealous."
"Well who then?"
"How about him?" Skylar pointed to a very handsome looking teen walking down the street.
"Who is he?"
"Don't know, but I'll soon find out." Skylar got out of her hiding spot behind the trash can and walked towards him. She pulled a book out of one of her robe pockets, and begun reading it, after making sure she was inline with him.
"Oh I'm so sorry." She said, when they hit each others shoulders, and causing her to drop the book.
"It's my fault." She looked up. He was very very good looking up close, and had sparkling blue eyes. "Hi, I'm Ryan" He held his hand out.
"I'm Skylar Black."
"Oh, I've heard about you."
"I think everyone has. If I could just ask you one question, you'll probably think I'm nuts for asking but, you aren't part of the Dark Side are you?" He smiled.
"No I'm not, and I can understand why you're asking."
"You don't go to Hogwarts do you?"
"No, I'm on vacation and visiting Remus Lupin."
"Oh I know him. So where do you go to school?"
"Beauxbottoms."
"So you know French?"
"Yeah, I could teach you some if you want." He linked arms with Skylar and started teaching her.
"Wow, it worked." Meg said, watching them walk down the street. She turned the Omni-culars to Tim. He noticed the two walking arm in arm and started to get angry. "I could write a top selling book about these two." Meg laughed to herself and went down to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer.
"Comme temme tu?"
"What's that?"
"What's your name."
"Well you already know that."
"J'aime vos yeux"
"What does that mean?"
"I love your eyes."
"Oh you." Skylar giggled and slapped his arm softly. She saw Tim, and hugged Ryan's arm tighter. "Teach me some more French."
"Did you know French is the language of love?" Tim did the Weasley trademark, turning bright red and matching his hair. Once they got down the street and out of ear shot from Tim, Skylar asked Ryan what was bugging her.
"So how do you know Remus?"
"I'm his son." Skylar dropped his arm.
"Son?" She got a mix of a disgusted and horrified look on her face. "I'm his niece."
"We're cousins?" Skylar was still too shocked to respond. Ryan looked down at his watch. "I better get going. So I guess I'll see you around."
"Yeah." Once Ryan left Skylar kicked the nearest wall. She screamed in pain and began hopping around.
"So why did he suddenly leave?" Tim asked. Number 1 and 2 were sitting on a bench not to far away, and gossiping.
"He was going to go get me a butterbeer. It's none of your business." Tim grew red again.
"Then why isn't he coming back?"
"Uh..."
"Just what I thought." Tim turned away.
"You're such a git!" She yelled after him.
"You're not so great yourself." He yelled back.
"I don't see why we ever became friends in the first place." He didn't have a response to that one, but Skylar kept going on. "At least there is some one at Hogwarts that is actually kind and notices me in that kind of why." She pulled the poem out, and began to read it.
"There you sit across the room. Your smile lighting up where ever you go." Tim's eyes widened.
"Where did you get that?" He yelled, snatching it out of her hands and reading the rest of it. She grabbed it back.
"Someone put it on my bed." He ran down the street, and back to Hogwarts.
"Ely! Where are you?" Tim yelled. Jessica peeked out from behind her enormous History of Magic book.
"Right here lover boy." She teased.
"How could you?!"
"Sit down and breathe. You look like you just ran here from Hogsmeade."
"I did." Jessica formed a small 'o' with her mouth.
"That would explain the sweat. Now what did I do again?" Jessica asked. "I'm pretty sure I left some pranks. I'm positive that I left the list I took with the money on your dresser."
"No, you left something else."
"What?
"My poem on Skylar's bed." Tim growled.
"Wow, you sound like Skylar when she's mad."
"Why did you leave the poem there?"
"Well, can I tell you about the time I was under that spell that made me sleep? I never wanted to share with people what happened while I was there, but I really want to tell you." Tim looked at her confused. "Sit, please." He obeyed and sat down beside her.
"When I was in the pure evil world, you and Skylar were a couple. You guys are perfect for each other. Do you know how miserable she was when you guys first started to fight? It was even making me upset. She really cares about you."
"Yeah right." Jessica pinched him.
"OW! What was that for?"
"I was bringing you back to reality. I know how you feel about her, and how she feels about you, now get off your high horse and let her know too." Tim looked at her. She closed her History of Magic book. "You know... If you don't tell her when she comes back, I'm chucking this at your head. Then you can match the great Harry Potter." Tim glared at her and crossed his arms.
"She does not feel the same about me. She was all over this guy at Hogsmeade. She only thinks of us as friends. Nothing else. I think you're in fantasy."
"Sure...whatever you have to tell yourself." Tim watched her leave the common room.
"Guys aren't worth the hassle." Skylar told Meg at the Three Broomsticks. They were finishing their butterbeers, with several empty glasses in front of them. Skylar was looking a bit tipsy, okay maybe alot.
"I agree with you. Those poor first years have no clue on what's to come." Skylar looked at Meg confused. Meg took another sip of her drink. "They have yet to have guy problems. But Jessica's going to have to deal with your cousin."
"You mean Ryan?" Skylar asked stupidly.
"No Max. Wait...Ryan? Is that the guy you ran off with? He's your cousin?! That's rich."
"Shut up. Why am I the only one to have guy problems?"
"Because you won't snuff it up and tell Tim how you feel about him." Skylar bowed her head.
"You know. I think I've had too many of these." She said. Meg smiled.
"Alright, lets go back to the castle."
"If I would drink alot of these, would the alcohol level add up?"
"Yeah, there is only like one percent in each of these. How many did you have?"
"Umm...wellllll...I had six before you came, then five with you so that makes...."
"Eleven dear. You better go to Pomfrey for a headache potion."
"Why?" Skylar stumbled down the dirt path leading back to Hogwarts.
"Have you ever heard of a hangover?"
"Oh, yeah."
Tim was once again looking across the room composing poetry. Skylar was curled up in a blanket, with her head in her hands. The headache potion didn't kick in yet, but the hang over did. Jessica came up behind him and read the parchment over his shoulder.
"You're getting good at this." Tim whipped around.
"Haven't you done enough?"
"Nope."
"Won't you back off?"
"Not until you guys are together. Look over there at her. It's the perfect moment. She's alone, nobody is paying attention to her, and she's still kinda drunk. Simply perfect."
"You have a weird definition of perfect." Tim looked back over to Skylar. "But I'll go tell her now." Tim picked the parchment up, and walked over to where Skylar was.
"Hey, Sky? Sky?" He leaned down and saw that she was sleeping. He pulled a quill out and wrote on it. "Goodnight Skylar." He kissed her forehead and slipped the poem under her hand.
Skylar woke up several hours later, her headache coming back. She felt the parchment and picked it up. Not being able to read it, she went over to the fire place, using the last few ambers as a light.
I don't have to worry about you, Skylar. Meet me up in the Astronomy tower at 2am, tomorrow. Please? I have to talk to you. Love you, really.
Skylar, after sighing loudly, put the note in her pocket carefully, and went back to her couch.
"Wow."