1 Part 8
-Nothing. 'Weird,' thought Star, but she shrugged it off and sat down again to finish her letter.
1.1 "Tap…tap…tap…"
Frowning, Star got up again and looked out the window. Still nothing. 'Definitely weird.' She turned to sit back down.
1.2 "Tap…tap...tap…"
Star whirled around just in time to see a dark shape flit past her window and out of sight.
"What the-"
She approached the window warily, and opened it. Leaning out cautiously, she peered down, left, right—nothing.
'This is way creepy,' Star thought. 'Something is really not righ—'
"BOO!"
Star screamed and jumped a foot into the air. Someone was laughing; Star looked up above the window to see Draco in danger of falling off his Nimbus 2001 broomstick from laughing.
"Draco!" Star shrieked. She draped herself over the windowsill, panting, her heart pounding like a bass drum. "You jerk!" she cried, part relieved, part amused, and part just plain pissed.
Draco was still laughing so hard that he slipped off his broom, hanging upside-down by his arms and legs, his normally pale face the colour of a tomato. Righting himself, he swerved closer to the window.
"You should've seen the look on your face!" he cackled. Star took an angry swipe at him, just grazing his charcoal-grey robes as he spun out of reach, positively howling with laughter.
It took him a while to compose himself again. Emitting one last guffaw, he crossed his arms and leaned forward, resting them on his broomstick handle.
"So, how about that Quidditch one-on-one?" he grinned, and jerked his head in the direction of his backyard. "C'mon!"
Star glared at him, doing her best not to crack a smile. He was really very cute, actually…
She finally graced him with a smile—the first one she had ever given him—grabbed her broom and jumped out the window.
-Nothing. 'Weird,' thought Star, but she shrugged it off and sat down again to finish her letter.
1.1 "Tap…tap…tap…"
Frowning, Star got up again and looked out the window. Still nothing. 'Definitely weird.' She turned to sit back down.
1.2 "Tap…tap...tap…"
Star whirled around just in time to see a dark shape flit past her window and out of sight.
"What the-"
She approached the window warily, and opened it. Leaning out cautiously, she peered down, left, right—nothing.
'This is way creepy,' Star thought. 'Something is really not righ—'
"BOO!"
Star screamed and jumped a foot into the air. Someone was laughing; Star looked up above the window to see Draco in danger of falling off his Nimbus 2001 broomstick from laughing.
"Draco!" Star shrieked. She draped herself over the windowsill, panting, her heart pounding like a bass drum. "You jerk!" she cried, part relieved, part amused, and part just plain pissed.
Draco was still laughing so hard that he slipped off his broom, hanging upside-down by his arms and legs, his normally pale face the colour of a tomato. Righting himself, he swerved closer to the window.
"You should've seen the look on your face!" he cackled. Star took an angry swipe at him, just grazing his charcoal-grey robes as he spun out of reach, positively howling with laughter.
It took him a while to compose himself again. Emitting one last guffaw, he crossed his arms and leaned forward, resting them on his broomstick handle.
"So, how about that Quidditch one-on-one?" he grinned, and jerked his head in the direction of his backyard. "C'mon!"
Star glared at him, doing her best not to crack a smile. He was really very cute, actually…
She finally graced him with a smile—the first one she had ever given him—grabbed her broom and jumped out the window.