CHAPTER 13- JOE'S BIRTHDAY
Laura scanned the ball, and found Joe sitting on a table, alone, staring at the Sanbone Trio, who had struck a heavy-metal song up with guitars. Laura wandered over and sat down next to him. He looked up, and looked back down again. "I'm such a scum." he muttered. Laura pushed his chin back up. "Look at me, Joe. You're not a scum.OK?" Joe found that tears were streaming out of his eyes. "Yeah, right! Look at what I've done to you!" he cried, running out of the ball.
Mort Malfoy turned his head. "Oh! Laura, what are you doing?" He wandered over to her and sat next to her. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, fuck off, Malfoy, you little bastard!" she shouted, and she also exited from the ball. Mort Malfoy gained a look of complete puzzlement. "What can I do right around here?" he muttered to Millie, who shrugged.
The next morning, Joe awoke to find a pile of presents around his bed. There were an assortment of shapes- rectangles, long, thin, squares, triangles. He picked up the only long, thin one that was there and unwrapped the red and green wrapping paper. He gasped as a long, sleek broomstick rolled out onto his bed. He picked up the broomstick, and turned it around in his hands, as if expecting it to melt away, it was so sleek. He searched among the ruined paper for a gift tag. From: Harry, the paper said in slanted, yet neat handwriting.
Joe wondered why he shouldn't be the happiest teenager in the world. He had just been picked for the house team, and he had this wonderful shiny new Nimbus Firebolt. Then he remembered the night before spent with Laura. His brain suddenly turned numb, and suddenly he thought of a million things he could have said to her to make it better.
Laura, however, was sitting in her dormitory, staring at her broomstick that she had got in a very expensive-looking shop last year. She was also thinking of the evening before, but she didn't think it was a good idea to go and talk to Joe, for he wasn't in a very good mood right now. She picked up her own broomstick, and looked at it fondly. First Quidditch match of the season soon. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Well, at least she didn't have to face Joe.
Joe, obviously, didn't walk with Laura in the corridors any more, but had to endure countless first-through-third year taunts about his new "girlfriend". Little did they know that them even talking about Laura made his eyes fill up with tears. He would just run to the classes he took and try to put on a brave face.
The classes had just finished, and with a start, he remembered the other presents he had received. He ran up to his dormitory, and grabbed three and placed them on his bed. The first was a rectangular shape. He unwrapped the present, and a box of fudge fell onto his bed. "Ho-hum," he muttered.
The second was a square. A box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, he guessed. He unwrapped the packaging, and it was a giant packet of sherbet lemon. He licked his lips.
The third was a rectangular shape again. Looks like a book, he thought. He unwrapped the packaging, or rather started to unwrap it, but he noticed the gift tag and was overcome with emotion and happiness. From: Laura. On the second line was written-
Sorry.
He continued to unwrap the packaging with the enthusiasm of a Muggle at Christmas, and he watched as a box with holes in it fell to the bed.
He opened the box. Inside was a kitten. He looked at it adoringly, then picked it up and hugged it. "I'm gonna call you Flash." he muttered under his breath.
Snape, however, was feeling extremely guilty about the caning he had given his daughter following the ball. He remembered his daughter's yelps in between sobs, and he remembered clearly what she had said. "I-ow! Love him-ow! Why am I- ow! Getting caned for- ow! Something I believe in!? Aaaah!" She had then ran out of the room, sobbing.
Snape decided to go in and comfort his daughter. He went regally into the Slytherin dormitory and found his daughter sobbing on a bed. He went over. She spotted him, and looked back down at the floor again.
"Come on, Laura. I-" he started. Then he spotted the red, raw marks on her hands and was suddenly overcome by a sense of guilt and grief. He picked her up and sat her on his lap abruptly. "It's OK." he kept muttering. "Don't worry."
Laura scanned the ball, and found Joe sitting on a table, alone, staring at the Sanbone Trio, who had struck a heavy-metal song up with guitars. Laura wandered over and sat down next to him. He looked up, and looked back down again. "I'm such a scum." he muttered. Laura pushed his chin back up. "Look at me, Joe. You're not a scum.OK?" Joe found that tears were streaming out of his eyes. "Yeah, right! Look at what I've done to you!" he cried, running out of the ball.
Mort Malfoy turned his head. "Oh! Laura, what are you doing?" He wandered over to her and sat next to her. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, fuck off, Malfoy, you little bastard!" she shouted, and she also exited from the ball. Mort Malfoy gained a look of complete puzzlement. "What can I do right around here?" he muttered to Millie, who shrugged.
The next morning, Joe awoke to find a pile of presents around his bed. There were an assortment of shapes- rectangles, long, thin, squares, triangles. He picked up the only long, thin one that was there and unwrapped the red and green wrapping paper. He gasped as a long, sleek broomstick rolled out onto his bed. He picked up the broomstick, and turned it around in his hands, as if expecting it to melt away, it was so sleek. He searched among the ruined paper for a gift tag. From: Harry, the paper said in slanted, yet neat handwriting.
Joe wondered why he shouldn't be the happiest teenager in the world. He had just been picked for the house team, and he had this wonderful shiny new Nimbus Firebolt. Then he remembered the night before spent with Laura. His brain suddenly turned numb, and suddenly he thought of a million things he could have said to her to make it better.
Laura, however, was sitting in her dormitory, staring at her broomstick that she had got in a very expensive-looking shop last year. She was also thinking of the evening before, but she didn't think it was a good idea to go and talk to Joe, for he wasn't in a very good mood right now. She picked up her own broomstick, and looked at it fondly. First Quidditch match of the season soon. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Well, at least she didn't have to face Joe.
Joe, obviously, didn't walk with Laura in the corridors any more, but had to endure countless first-through-third year taunts about his new "girlfriend". Little did they know that them even talking about Laura made his eyes fill up with tears. He would just run to the classes he took and try to put on a brave face.
The classes had just finished, and with a start, he remembered the other presents he had received. He ran up to his dormitory, and grabbed three and placed them on his bed. The first was a rectangular shape. He unwrapped the present, and a box of fudge fell onto his bed. "Ho-hum," he muttered.
The second was a square. A box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, he guessed. He unwrapped the packaging, and it was a giant packet of sherbet lemon. He licked his lips.
The third was a rectangular shape again. Looks like a book, he thought. He unwrapped the packaging, or rather started to unwrap it, but he noticed the gift tag and was overcome with emotion and happiness. From: Laura. On the second line was written-
Sorry.
He continued to unwrap the packaging with the enthusiasm of a Muggle at Christmas, and he watched as a box with holes in it fell to the bed.
He opened the box. Inside was a kitten. He looked at it adoringly, then picked it up and hugged it. "I'm gonna call you Flash." he muttered under his breath.
Snape, however, was feeling extremely guilty about the caning he had given his daughter following the ball. He remembered his daughter's yelps in between sobs, and he remembered clearly what she had said. "I-ow! Love him-ow! Why am I- ow! Getting caned for- ow! Something I believe in!? Aaaah!" She had then ran out of the room, sobbing.
Snape decided to go in and comfort his daughter. He went regally into the Slytherin dormitory and found his daughter sobbing on a bed. He went over. She spotted him, and looked back down at the floor again.
"Come on, Laura. I-" he started. Then he spotted the red, raw marks on her hands and was suddenly overcome by a sense of guilt and grief. He picked her up and sat her on his lap abruptly. "It's OK." he kept muttering. "Don't worry."