Disclaimer~ I wish I could think of something funny to say about these like
some people but I'm just not a funny person like that. Oh well. I still
don't own Harry Potter.
A/N~ I want to apologize for my last chapter being SO short! Hopefully this one will make up for it!
Thanks for my reviewers!
Lady Evilness: Don't worry about it. Believe me, I know what it's like to have too much homework, lol! It sucks! Thanks for reviewing, hehe!
A-man: lol! Here's the update!
Wink at J00: I'm glad you like it!
Anonymous Reviewer: I will!
Rachel: Thanks, and thanks!
Rachel A. Prongs: we shall see.
Coconut-ice agent h/h: Thanks for reviewing!
Dawniky: Here it is! I hope that you like it!
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: lol! That is the hardest I have ever laughed at while reading a review! Thanks for reviewing! It was nice *and* hilarious!
Well, I hope that you enjoy this chapter! Please review at the end!
Chapter Ten
Alli smiled shyly when she entered the kitchen. Both of Mrs. Figg's nephews looked like they were in their mid-thirties. Sirius had dark hair and it was down to his shoulders. He was very thin and he seemed. . .Alli racked her brain for the right word. . . he seemed. . . suspicious.
Remus was not as suspicious-looking as Sirius. He had the most amazing gray eyes that she had ever seen. Alli couldn't help but think that Remus seemed sort of. . . wolf-like. Both men sort of scared Allison for some unknown reason. She knew it seemed stupid, but there was just something about them. . .
"Please, Allison," said Mrs. Figg, "sit down, I'll go get the cookies and maybe some lemonade, does that sound good? Or could I get you something else?"
"Lemonade is fine, thanks," Allison replied. She almost laughed out loud. She usually didn't talked so politely.
"All right then," Mrs. Figg said, "I'll be right back, make yourself at home."
Allison nodded and sat down at the table.
Mrs. Figg scurried off to the kitchen.
"Hello, Allison," said Remus, "I guess you know my Aunt Arabella."
"Yes, sir," Allison replied. "She and my mother are friends. I live two blocks away from here."
Sirius made a slight coughing noise, "So," he said, "You must know the Dursleys."
Allison nodded, "Yes I live across the street from them. . ." she tried to think of them more to say, "Um, they are very um. . . nice. Their son, Dudley, is one of my best friends."
"Really?" Sirius said skeptically.
"Oh, yes," Allison replied, "I have known him all my life."
Sirius eyed her suspiciously. Allison was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She felt like she was being interrogated.
An awkward silence fell across the room, and Allison instantly realized that she had said something wrong.
Mrs. Figg walked into the room, carrying a tray of drinks.
"Hello again, my dears," she said cheerfully. She placed the glasses of lemonade upon the table, "I'll be right back with the cookies!"
She left the room once more.
"So," Ally said nervously, "Do you two um know the Dursleys?"
Sirius coughed abruptly, "Excuse me," he said as he walked out of the room.
Remus sadly watched him go. "You'll have to forgive Sirius," Remus said, "He, well he hasn't been having a very good day."
"Oh," Alli replied. She didn't really know what to say. She took a sip of her lemonade and waited for Mrs. Figg to return.
A moment later she walked into the room and placed a plate of sugar cookies on the tables.
"Where did Sirius go off to?" she asked them as she sat down.
"He went upstairs," Remus said as he took a cookie.
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Figg murmured, than she looked at Allison.
"Oh please, Allison, darling, take a cookie. You are simply too thin."
Alli graciously accepted. She bit into the cookie as soon as Mrs. Figg started asking her questions. She grinned inwardly. She had forgotten how much Mrs. Figg loved to talk.
"So, how is school?"
Alli quickly swallowed, "Great," she replied, "I'm doing pretty well, I guess."
"That's fabulous," gushed Mrs. Figg, "What about your friends? Do you have a lot of them? Oh, I'm sure you do. Pretty girls like you have so many friends that you don't know what to do with them."
Allison laughed, "I don't have *that* many friends," she insisted.
The three of them talked for about a half of an hour, when Allison excused herself.
"Well be sure to come by and visit again soon," Mrs. Figg said as she showed Allison to the door.
"I will," Allison promised.
And she knew that she would. If Mrs. Figg had a picture of Harry Potter, Alli wanted to find out why.
A/N~ I want to apologize for my last chapter being SO short! Hopefully this one will make up for it!
Thanks for my reviewers!
Lady Evilness: Don't worry about it. Believe me, I know what it's like to have too much homework, lol! It sucks! Thanks for reviewing, hehe!
A-man: lol! Here's the update!
Wink at J00: I'm glad you like it!
Anonymous Reviewer: I will!
Rachel: Thanks, and thanks!
Rachel A. Prongs: we shall see.
Coconut-ice agent h/h: Thanks for reviewing!
Dawniky: Here it is! I hope that you like it!
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: lol! That is the hardest I have ever laughed at while reading a review! Thanks for reviewing! It was nice *and* hilarious!
Well, I hope that you enjoy this chapter! Please review at the end!
Chapter Ten
Alli smiled shyly when she entered the kitchen. Both of Mrs. Figg's nephews looked like they were in their mid-thirties. Sirius had dark hair and it was down to his shoulders. He was very thin and he seemed. . .Alli racked her brain for the right word. . . he seemed. . . suspicious.
Remus was not as suspicious-looking as Sirius. He had the most amazing gray eyes that she had ever seen. Alli couldn't help but think that Remus seemed sort of. . . wolf-like. Both men sort of scared Allison for some unknown reason. She knew it seemed stupid, but there was just something about them. . .
"Please, Allison," said Mrs. Figg, "sit down, I'll go get the cookies and maybe some lemonade, does that sound good? Or could I get you something else?"
"Lemonade is fine, thanks," Allison replied. She almost laughed out loud. She usually didn't talked so politely.
"All right then," Mrs. Figg said, "I'll be right back, make yourself at home."
Allison nodded and sat down at the table.
Mrs. Figg scurried off to the kitchen.
"Hello, Allison," said Remus, "I guess you know my Aunt Arabella."
"Yes, sir," Allison replied. "She and my mother are friends. I live two blocks away from here."
Sirius made a slight coughing noise, "So," he said, "You must know the Dursleys."
Allison nodded, "Yes I live across the street from them. . ." she tried to think of them more to say, "Um, they are very um. . . nice. Their son, Dudley, is one of my best friends."
"Really?" Sirius said skeptically.
"Oh, yes," Allison replied, "I have known him all my life."
Sirius eyed her suspiciously. Allison was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She felt like she was being interrogated.
An awkward silence fell across the room, and Allison instantly realized that she had said something wrong.
Mrs. Figg walked into the room, carrying a tray of drinks.
"Hello again, my dears," she said cheerfully. She placed the glasses of lemonade upon the table, "I'll be right back with the cookies!"
She left the room once more.
"So," Ally said nervously, "Do you two um know the Dursleys?"
Sirius coughed abruptly, "Excuse me," he said as he walked out of the room.
Remus sadly watched him go. "You'll have to forgive Sirius," Remus said, "He, well he hasn't been having a very good day."
"Oh," Alli replied. She didn't really know what to say. She took a sip of her lemonade and waited for Mrs. Figg to return.
A moment later she walked into the room and placed a plate of sugar cookies on the tables.
"Where did Sirius go off to?" she asked them as she sat down.
"He went upstairs," Remus said as he took a cookie.
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Figg murmured, than she looked at Allison.
"Oh please, Allison, darling, take a cookie. You are simply too thin."
Alli graciously accepted. She bit into the cookie as soon as Mrs. Figg started asking her questions. She grinned inwardly. She had forgotten how much Mrs. Figg loved to talk.
"So, how is school?"
Alli quickly swallowed, "Great," she replied, "I'm doing pretty well, I guess."
"That's fabulous," gushed Mrs. Figg, "What about your friends? Do you have a lot of them? Oh, I'm sure you do. Pretty girls like you have so many friends that you don't know what to do with them."
Allison laughed, "I don't have *that* many friends," she insisted.
The three of them talked for about a half of an hour, when Allison excused herself.
"Well be sure to come by and visit again soon," Mrs. Figg said as she showed Allison to the door.
"I will," Allison promised.
And she knew that she would. If Mrs. Figg had a picture of Harry Potter, Alli wanted to find out why.
