A/N- this is very short, but I promise the next one will be longer. Sorry,
this took so long, but I've just had project after project after project!!
Chapter 4:
Strategy and Dreams
Angelina Johnson studied Katie Bell's face as the girl looked at the strange pattern that had just been made on the table. Internally, she hoped she wasn't making a fool of herself.
"I think I understand. Where does Alicia move?"
The black girl picked up the apricot once more and moved it to the left side of the space she had cleared. She slowly side it to its previous place. Katie nodded and then reached toward the fruit bowl. Her hand returned with a grape.
"And Harry?"
Angelina took the small purple fruit from her, trying to look confident, and placed it at the top of the mock quidditch field. "Out of the way, looking for the Snitch,"
Katie smiled and rolled her eyes. "You do realize you're turning into Oliver, don't you?" Angelina cracked a smile. "I like it. I'll run it by Alicia and you can tell the twins. We can try it next practice."
The self-conscious nervousness melted from Angelina face and reformed as an even wider grin. "Great." She picked up one of the two bacon strips from her demonstration, but paused. "Wait a minute. I have to tell the twins?"
"Sure. Next time Fred appears to flirt, you can change the subject."
"Fabulous." Angelina said wryly.
"I don't see how you can be so annoyed by it. It's really sweet."
"Sure. I guess it is…or was…I just leave me alone for a minute." The chaser chewed on her bacon. "I don't care what anyone says. Constant attention is not always a good thing."
"Speaking of which, where are the Weasleys?" Katie asked looking up and down the Gryffindor table. The two had chosen to eat late meaning the amount of students in the Great Hall was fairly sparse. The two red head troublemakers would have easily stood out, but where nowhere to be seen.
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"Normally, I'd be all for sleeping in, Fred, but we are going to miss breakfast." George complained pulling clothes out of his bureau and adding to the mess on the floor. "Plus Alicia said I could copy her potions homework if I got down to the Great Hall early enough. I probably missed her all thanks to you and your incessant need to stay in bed."
Fred exited the bathroom with a tired look on his face. He ran his fingers through his still tosseled hair and sat down on his bed, staring at the carpet.
"And look at you! You're not even dressed yet!"
Fred looked down at his bedclothes and then up at his brother. "I'm just tired. Go with out me."
George rolled his eyes. "Go with out you? Are you serious? Besides you have those dungbomb to plant."
The older twin sighed. "Look just go find Alicia, get the homework, and I'll be down in time to put the dungbombs in the dungeon. I promise, just go."
"Fine. I'm leaving, but I'd better see you down there…" George pulled his wand out of the drawer and tucking it in his pocket. Trailing off on his last statement, George withdrew from the room and down the dorm stairs.
He didn't look up at the slamming of the door. Fred just flopped back on the bed and stared up at the canopy. Slowly, he climbed up to the pillows and pulled his blanket over him.
It wasn't he fault he was so tired. If you'd had the dreams he'd had, you would have stayed awake into the wee hours of the morning too. Dreams of guilt… sorrow… hate…. and agonizing memory of what could have been…
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"Madam Pomfrey!" Fourteen-year-old Oliver Wood shouted rushing in to the clean Hospital Wing, an equally panicked Fred at his heels. "Madam Pomfrey!"
The short nurse rushed out of her office with a surprised and slightly annoyed look on her face. "Calm down, dear. Now what--" The color drained from her face as her eyes fell on the small bundle in the Quidditch Captain's arms. "Mercy! Over here! Quickly!"
Oliver carried Adorabelle over to the closest linen clad bed. Fred behind the two trying to duck over or around them to see how she was.
"Mr. Wood, go get the Headmaster." Madam Pomfrey snapped checking the small child's pulse. "Mr. Weasley, fetch Professor Flitwick, and quickly."
Oliver nodded promptly and ran for Dumbledore's office. Fred stood still just watching the stumpy woman work.
Noticing his presence, she turned and gave him a harsh look. "Mr. Weasley? Do I have to charm you to move? Professor Flitwick, now!"
Fred looked at her with a worried gaze. "Will she be alright?"
"I hope so, dear" She said softly, and then straightened up. "Now, The head of her house, please."
Fred hesitantly nodded and ran from the room
A/N- The flashback was short but it was necessary step, I think. Anyway it gives me a nice led in to the next chapter, so I can get it up sooner. R/R!!
Chapter 4:
Strategy and Dreams
Angelina Johnson studied Katie Bell's face as the girl looked at the strange pattern that had just been made on the table. Internally, she hoped she wasn't making a fool of herself.
"I think I understand. Where does Alicia move?"
The black girl picked up the apricot once more and moved it to the left side of the space she had cleared. She slowly side it to its previous place. Katie nodded and then reached toward the fruit bowl. Her hand returned with a grape.
"And Harry?"
Angelina took the small purple fruit from her, trying to look confident, and placed it at the top of the mock quidditch field. "Out of the way, looking for the Snitch,"
Katie smiled and rolled her eyes. "You do realize you're turning into Oliver, don't you?" Angelina cracked a smile. "I like it. I'll run it by Alicia and you can tell the twins. We can try it next practice."
The self-conscious nervousness melted from Angelina face and reformed as an even wider grin. "Great." She picked up one of the two bacon strips from her demonstration, but paused. "Wait a minute. I have to tell the twins?"
"Sure. Next time Fred appears to flirt, you can change the subject."
"Fabulous." Angelina said wryly.
"I don't see how you can be so annoyed by it. It's really sweet."
"Sure. I guess it is…or was…I just leave me alone for a minute." The chaser chewed on her bacon. "I don't care what anyone says. Constant attention is not always a good thing."
"Speaking of which, where are the Weasleys?" Katie asked looking up and down the Gryffindor table. The two had chosen to eat late meaning the amount of students in the Great Hall was fairly sparse. The two red head troublemakers would have easily stood out, but where nowhere to be seen.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
"Normally, I'd be all for sleeping in, Fred, but we are going to miss breakfast." George complained pulling clothes out of his bureau and adding to the mess on the floor. "Plus Alicia said I could copy her potions homework if I got down to the Great Hall early enough. I probably missed her all thanks to you and your incessant need to stay in bed."
Fred exited the bathroom with a tired look on his face. He ran his fingers through his still tosseled hair and sat down on his bed, staring at the carpet.
"And look at you! You're not even dressed yet!"
Fred looked down at his bedclothes and then up at his brother. "I'm just tired. Go with out me."
George rolled his eyes. "Go with out you? Are you serious? Besides you have those dungbomb to plant."
The older twin sighed. "Look just go find Alicia, get the homework, and I'll be down in time to put the dungbombs in the dungeon. I promise, just go."
"Fine. I'm leaving, but I'd better see you down there…" George pulled his wand out of the drawer and tucking it in his pocket. Trailing off on his last statement, George withdrew from the room and down the dorm stairs.
He didn't look up at the slamming of the door. Fred just flopped back on the bed and stared up at the canopy. Slowly, he climbed up to the pillows and pulled his blanket over him.
It wasn't he fault he was so tired. If you'd had the dreams he'd had, you would have stayed awake into the wee hours of the morning too. Dreams of guilt… sorrow… hate…. and agonizing memory of what could have been…
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
"Madam Pomfrey!" Fourteen-year-old Oliver Wood shouted rushing in to the clean Hospital Wing, an equally panicked Fred at his heels. "Madam Pomfrey!"
The short nurse rushed out of her office with a surprised and slightly annoyed look on her face. "Calm down, dear. Now what--" The color drained from her face as her eyes fell on the small bundle in the Quidditch Captain's arms. "Mercy! Over here! Quickly!"
Oliver carried Adorabelle over to the closest linen clad bed. Fred behind the two trying to duck over or around them to see how she was.
"Mr. Wood, go get the Headmaster." Madam Pomfrey snapped checking the small child's pulse. "Mr. Weasley, fetch Professor Flitwick, and quickly."
Oliver nodded promptly and ran for Dumbledore's office. Fred stood still just watching the stumpy woman work.
Noticing his presence, she turned and gave him a harsh look. "Mr. Weasley? Do I have to charm you to move? Professor Flitwick, now!"
Fred looked at her with a worried gaze. "Will she be alright?"
"I hope so, dear" She said softly, and then straightened up. "Now, The head of her house, please."
Fred hesitantly nodded and ran from the room
A/N- The flashback was short but it was necessary step, I think. Anyway it gives me a nice led in to the next chapter, so I can get it up sooner. R/R!!