The Hogsmead trip ended and they were back in the castle, getting ready for dinner.
"Hey Lindz!" Cameron motioned from a scarlet couch, "Over here!"
"Hey Cameron, did you have fun with ::cough:: George?" Lindsay asked.
"Lindsay!" Cameron blushed.
"Oh come on Cameron! You know you like him...a lot!" Lindsay folded her arms.
"Well, what about you and Fred? Hmm? You two seem to be on each other's case every five minutes." Cameron said matter-of-factly.
"No, he likes Angelina...he told me himself." Lindsay forced a smile, "Besides, I don't...really like him either, only in a friendly way."
"Are you sure?" Cameron said with a worried look on the usually calm face of hers.
"Yeah! Really, I am perfectly fine." Lindsay got up. "Why don't we go to the Great Hall? Dinner is in ten minutes."
"Alright." Cameron walked with Lindsay all the way to the Great Hall. As Cameron passed the Slytherin table, Draco scowled at her. In reply, she stuck her tongue out at him and turned around.
"Great job." Lindsay laughed.
"Lindsay, you know he is our...er...my-my cousin." Cameron said.
"Yeah, yeah." Lindsay replied casually.
They found a seat at Gryffindor Table next to George and Ginny.
"Hey Cameron." Alicia smiled. "Have you seen Fred and Angelina? I don't know where they've wondered off to."
"Probably snogging in the broom closet." George smiled but looked down at the sight of Lindsay. "Kidding, only kidding."
"Cameron, take a bite to eat, you need your strength for Quidditch practice." George and Alicia pestered her.
"I'm really not hungry, just full from the Honeydukes sweets I bought." Cameron lied.
"Hey guys," Harry leaned over the table to say something in a hushed voice. "I heard that for the Yule Ball, Dumbledore is going to hire someone who is currently number one on the vocal charts right now."
"Wow, number one? Last year's was like number eight or something." George said. Cameron suddenly became interested in her potato soup.
"I uh-I have to go and you know-do some stuff..." Cameron said, picking up her school books in a rut. "See you later."
"What's with her?" George said as he stared at her walking quickly out of the Great Hall.
"I don't know, I'll go check." Lindsay said and got up and walked out of the hall. She walked until she got to Gryffindor Tower and walked up the stone steps. She finally got up to Cameron's dormitory and pushed the door open. Cameron was lying on her stomach with a quill in hand and a piece of parchment.
"Fancy...meeting you here." Lindsay said still breathing hard from the quick walk up.
"Hi." Cameron said, not looking up.
"Why did you storm out like that?" Lindsay said with a concerned look.
"I have to write to somebody." This time, she looked up. "I hope I didn't startle anyone."
"Well you babbled incoherently and stormed out." Lindsay remarked.
"You know who I am writing to, Lindz." Cameron said.
"What? You aren't writing to our...manager...are you?" Lindsay gulped.
"Of course Lindsay! Number one on the charts? He has not given us any word! Last time I checked, we were number three!" Cameron shouted.
"I know, don't lose your temper, just don't worry...maybe...maybe we were moved to number one." Lindsay suggested.
"Don't you think he would have sent us an owl? I mean, come on, is not it obvious that-" Cameron stopped. There was a loud tapping noise at the window.
"You see?" Lindsay smiled and went over to the window where a large brown barn owl was, flapping its large wings. Lindsay took the opened the parchment that was rolled up, and tied on the owl's foot.
The parchment read:
My dear girls!
I have wonderful news! I am terribly sorry that I had not told you earlier, but you, the Serenade Sisters, have made it to number one on the charts! You were also asked to sing at the Yule Ball at your school by Headmaster Dumbledore. He apparently knows you attend Hogwarts.
I will see you on December 20, at 6:00 a.m. in the dungeons. We need you to rehearse everyday until the Yule Ball. Have a splendid week!
Marty Shale,
Manager
Lindsay looked up and threw the parchment at Cameron.
"Is it from Marty?" Cameron asked eagerly.
"Just read it for yourself." Lindsay nodded.
Cameron's eyes widened as she read the parchment. Lindsay stroked the large barn owl and smiled at Cameron's face as she looked up.
"We...made it to number one?" Cameron slowly said. Then screamed, "We made it!"
Cameron ripped up the parchment she was using earlier up.
"Oh wait, Lindsay!" Cameron said.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I have Quidditch practice! On the 20th! You need a really good excuse to get out of Quidditch practice." Cameron said, sitting down.
"This IS a good excuse Cameron!" Lindsay said.
"But it is a secret, we can't tell them." Cameron started to chew on her fingernails. "What am I going to say?"
"I don't know." Lindsay replied with a look of pity on her face.
"Let's go down to the common room, they are probably not going to be done with dinner for another few minutes." Cameron said as she walked over to the door and opened it. "Oh crap."
Standing wide mouthed at Cameron was the youngest Weasley male.
A/N: Another short chapter......what will Ron do? REVIEW please....take pity on me.
"Hey Lindz!" Cameron motioned from a scarlet couch, "Over here!"
"Hey Cameron, did you have fun with ::cough:: George?" Lindsay asked.
"Lindsay!" Cameron blushed.
"Oh come on Cameron! You know you like him...a lot!" Lindsay folded her arms.
"Well, what about you and Fred? Hmm? You two seem to be on each other's case every five minutes." Cameron said matter-of-factly.
"No, he likes Angelina...he told me himself." Lindsay forced a smile, "Besides, I don't...really like him either, only in a friendly way."
"Are you sure?" Cameron said with a worried look on the usually calm face of hers.
"Yeah! Really, I am perfectly fine." Lindsay got up. "Why don't we go to the Great Hall? Dinner is in ten minutes."
"Alright." Cameron walked with Lindsay all the way to the Great Hall. As Cameron passed the Slytherin table, Draco scowled at her. In reply, she stuck her tongue out at him and turned around.
"Great job." Lindsay laughed.
"Lindsay, you know he is our...er...my-my cousin." Cameron said.
"Yeah, yeah." Lindsay replied casually.
They found a seat at Gryffindor Table next to George and Ginny.
"Hey Cameron." Alicia smiled. "Have you seen Fred and Angelina? I don't know where they've wondered off to."
"Probably snogging in the broom closet." George smiled but looked down at the sight of Lindsay. "Kidding, only kidding."
"Cameron, take a bite to eat, you need your strength for Quidditch practice." George and Alicia pestered her.
"I'm really not hungry, just full from the Honeydukes sweets I bought." Cameron lied.
"Hey guys," Harry leaned over the table to say something in a hushed voice. "I heard that for the Yule Ball, Dumbledore is going to hire someone who is currently number one on the vocal charts right now."
"Wow, number one? Last year's was like number eight or something." George said. Cameron suddenly became interested in her potato soup.
"I uh-I have to go and you know-do some stuff..." Cameron said, picking up her school books in a rut. "See you later."
"What's with her?" George said as he stared at her walking quickly out of the Great Hall.
"I don't know, I'll go check." Lindsay said and got up and walked out of the hall. She walked until she got to Gryffindor Tower and walked up the stone steps. She finally got up to Cameron's dormitory and pushed the door open. Cameron was lying on her stomach with a quill in hand and a piece of parchment.
"Fancy...meeting you here." Lindsay said still breathing hard from the quick walk up.
"Hi." Cameron said, not looking up.
"Why did you storm out like that?" Lindsay said with a concerned look.
"I have to write to somebody." This time, she looked up. "I hope I didn't startle anyone."
"Well you babbled incoherently and stormed out." Lindsay remarked.
"You know who I am writing to, Lindz." Cameron said.
"What? You aren't writing to our...manager...are you?" Lindsay gulped.
"Of course Lindsay! Number one on the charts? He has not given us any word! Last time I checked, we were number three!" Cameron shouted.
"I know, don't lose your temper, just don't worry...maybe...maybe we were moved to number one." Lindsay suggested.
"Don't you think he would have sent us an owl? I mean, come on, is not it obvious that-" Cameron stopped. There was a loud tapping noise at the window.
"You see?" Lindsay smiled and went over to the window where a large brown barn owl was, flapping its large wings. Lindsay took the opened the parchment that was rolled up, and tied on the owl's foot.
The parchment read:
My dear girls!
I have wonderful news! I am terribly sorry that I had not told you earlier, but you, the Serenade Sisters, have made it to number one on the charts! You were also asked to sing at the Yule Ball at your school by Headmaster Dumbledore. He apparently knows you attend Hogwarts.
I will see you on December 20, at 6:00 a.m. in the dungeons. We need you to rehearse everyday until the Yule Ball. Have a splendid week!
Marty Shale,
Manager
Lindsay looked up and threw the parchment at Cameron.
"Is it from Marty?" Cameron asked eagerly.
"Just read it for yourself." Lindsay nodded.
Cameron's eyes widened as she read the parchment. Lindsay stroked the large barn owl and smiled at Cameron's face as she looked up.
"We...made it to number one?" Cameron slowly said. Then screamed, "We made it!"
Cameron ripped up the parchment she was using earlier up.
"Oh wait, Lindsay!" Cameron said.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I have Quidditch practice! On the 20th! You need a really good excuse to get out of Quidditch practice." Cameron said, sitting down.
"This IS a good excuse Cameron!" Lindsay said.
"But it is a secret, we can't tell them." Cameron started to chew on her fingernails. "What am I going to say?"
"I don't know." Lindsay replied with a look of pity on her face.
"Let's go down to the common room, they are probably not going to be done with dinner for another few minutes." Cameron said as she walked over to the door and opened it. "Oh crap."
Standing wide mouthed at Cameron was the youngest Weasley male.
A/N: Another short chapter......what will Ron do? REVIEW please....take pity on me.