Ch.4 The Date
"Gods, Oliver! Why didn't you tell us you liked her so much!?" Ron asked Wood when he told them what he was getting ready for Wednesday night.
"Yeah! We could tell something was up when you weren't talking about her, because we know how much you love to talk about birds," Draco said.
"Hey, don't call her a bird! She's not just some chick you whistle at on the street!" Wood bellowed. Draco cowered slightly and knew to drop the subject.
"Er, so, what's she making you?" he said cautiously.
"I'm not sure. She told me she had a few recipes that have been handed down through her generations in mind. Must be pretty good," he said, now calming down.
"Sounds scrumptious," said Ron. "Mind if I tag along?" Ron was never one to turn away from food, invited or not.
"Umm, lemme think about this one. Well.," he said thoughtfully. "No," he said plainly.
"Oh, I get it," Ron said. "I might get in the way of your snog-fest." Draco and Ron began to laugh, but they noticed Oliver wasn't and stopped immediately.
"I've got to go meet Lav," said Ron. "See ya Wood, ferret." Everyone still lovingly called him ferret since the 'incident' in fourth year.
"Wait. I'll walk you down. I might go see what Harry and the Herms are up to," he called. They left Wood struggling with his tie.
~*~
"You're sure I look OK, Lav?" Kostas asked, taking another quick look in the full-length mirror in the hall.
"You look stunning, like an angel. He won't be able to take his eyes off you," she said encouragingly. Kostas was donning a white, flowing, sleeveless sundress that cut off at the knees and accented her wonderfully tanned skin beautifully. Her hair was down, save for a few strands fastened with silver butterfly clasps, and naturally waving. She had on the slightest touch of eyeshadow and her lipgloss reflected the light beautifully. Her feet were sporting a pair of strappy silver heels, which took nothing, if not added, to her superb grace.
"OK, well, you better go meet Ron. You know how he hates to wait!" she said while shoving Lav out the door. Both of them knew full well how Ron was always late for everything and made everyone else wait.
"But, Ron doesn't--" But she couldn't finish. Kostas had already shut the door. She began to take the baklava out of the oven to cool when there was a knock on the door. She walked to the door, took a deep breath, and tried to turn the knob, but with no luck. She still had her oven mitts on. She took them off hurriedly, set them on the table, and opened the door with a smile that could dazzle the gods.
"Hi," Wood said through a sigh.
"Hello," she answered. "Won't you come in?"
Kostas's dormitory was not a normal one, by any means. They were larger at B.U. than they were at Hogwarts, of course. All rooms consisted of a living room, a kitchen/dining room area, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. The first room Oliver entered was the living room. It was painted a deep red with gold trim. A plus brown leather sofa sat against the far wall, accompanied by a rich mahogany end table and a coffee table to match. But the most prominent thing in the room was the vast amount of pictures it exhibited. Picture frames covered the walls, the tables, the bookshelves, and the piano that sat in the corner. Some pictures of snoozing old witches and wizards, some landscapes with birds swooping about, some of a smiling, energetic family, her own obviously, and some of Kostas with her friends. But there was one person who had the most photographs by far. A young man with dark hair, much the color of Kostas's, deep brown eyes, a smooth face, a content smile, and an expression that seemed to show he was quite a likable person kept waving at Oliver in a very friendly way.
"Supper is just about ready," Kostas informed Oliver as she led him into the dining room.
"It smells wonderful!" he exclaimed. So many different sensations tickled his nose he had to ask, "So what are we having?"
"Roast lamb, spinopatkas, rice, dolmades, village salad, and baklava for dessert," she replied as she took the roast out of the oven. They sat and ate and chatted about quidditch, the gang, and Kostas's home.
"So who's that lad there are so many pictures of? A brother?" Oliver asked, digging into his 4th dolmade.
"Oh, er, no. He was my boyfriend. We had been going together all through school, but he, um, died," she said, "More lamb?" she offered, obviously trying to hide something.
"No thanks, and you don't have to tell me the rest if you don't want," he said quietly. "I'd understand completely."
"No, no. I should tell you," she said, looking at her plate. "Well," she began, slowly, "He was in many ways like Harry. But not as lucky. He was a very good wizard, but a mudblood, I think you call them. His parents were also killed by a dark wizard, his name was Malvagio. But while this wizard was not as feared or well-known as Voldemort, he was just as evil. Zeke, that was his name, was not harmed by this dark wizard. He was visiting some relatives in Sicily at the time. His parents had sent him there because they knew this wizard would be looking for them. Zeke was 9, so he remembered his parents quite well. This wizard searched for Zeke many years, and found him 3 times, but each time Zeke defeated him and sent him into hiding for another year. But the 4th time, our 6th year at Santorini, he was killed," she finished awkwardly.
There was a solemn silence before Wood said quietly, "I'm so sorry for you. I can only imagine how you feel."
The rest of the meal was finished in silence save for the requests for food to be passed and the occasional thank you. After the baklava and coffee, Kostas asked for some help with the dishes.
"Gods, Oliver! Why didn't you tell us you liked her so much!?" Ron asked Wood when he told them what he was getting ready for Wednesday night.
"Yeah! We could tell something was up when you weren't talking about her, because we know how much you love to talk about birds," Draco said.
"Hey, don't call her a bird! She's not just some chick you whistle at on the street!" Wood bellowed. Draco cowered slightly and knew to drop the subject.
"Er, so, what's she making you?" he said cautiously.
"I'm not sure. She told me she had a few recipes that have been handed down through her generations in mind. Must be pretty good," he said, now calming down.
"Sounds scrumptious," said Ron. "Mind if I tag along?" Ron was never one to turn away from food, invited or not.
"Umm, lemme think about this one. Well.," he said thoughtfully. "No," he said plainly.
"Oh, I get it," Ron said. "I might get in the way of your snog-fest." Draco and Ron began to laugh, but they noticed Oliver wasn't and stopped immediately.
"I've got to go meet Lav," said Ron. "See ya Wood, ferret." Everyone still lovingly called him ferret since the 'incident' in fourth year.
"Wait. I'll walk you down. I might go see what Harry and the Herms are up to," he called. They left Wood struggling with his tie.
~*~
"You're sure I look OK, Lav?" Kostas asked, taking another quick look in the full-length mirror in the hall.
"You look stunning, like an angel. He won't be able to take his eyes off you," she said encouragingly. Kostas was donning a white, flowing, sleeveless sundress that cut off at the knees and accented her wonderfully tanned skin beautifully. Her hair was down, save for a few strands fastened with silver butterfly clasps, and naturally waving. She had on the slightest touch of eyeshadow and her lipgloss reflected the light beautifully. Her feet were sporting a pair of strappy silver heels, which took nothing, if not added, to her superb grace.
"OK, well, you better go meet Ron. You know how he hates to wait!" she said while shoving Lav out the door. Both of them knew full well how Ron was always late for everything and made everyone else wait.
"But, Ron doesn't--" But she couldn't finish. Kostas had already shut the door. She began to take the baklava out of the oven to cool when there was a knock on the door. She walked to the door, took a deep breath, and tried to turn the knob, but with no luck. She still had her oven mitts on. She took them off hurriedly, set them on the table, and opened the door with a smile that could dazzle the gods.
"Hi," Wood said through a sigh.
"Hello," she answered. "Won't you come in?"
Kostas's dormitory was not a normal one, by any means. They were larger at B.U. than they were at Hogwarts, of course. All rooms consisted of a living room, a kitchen/dining room area, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. The first room Oliver entered was the living room. It was painted a deep red with gold trim. A plus brown leather sofa sat against the far wall, accompanied by a rich mahogany end table and a coffee table to match. But the most prominent thing in the room was the vast amount of pictures it exhibited. Picture frames covered the walls, the tables, the bookshelves, and the piano that sat in the corner. Some pictures of snoozing old witches and wizards, some landscapes with birds swooping about, some of a smiling, energetic family, her own obviously, and some of Kostas with her friends. But there was one person who had the most photographs by far. A young man with dark hair, much the color of Kostas's, deep brown eyes, a smooth face, a content smile, and an expression that seemed to show he was quite a likable person kept waving at Oliver in a very friendly way.
"Supper is just about ready," Kostas informed Oliver as she led him into the dining room.
"It smells wonderful!" he exclaimed. So many different sensations tickled his nose he had to ask, "So what are we having?"
"Roast lamb, spinopatkas, rice, dolmades, village salad, and baklava for dessert," she replied as she took the roast out of the oven. They sat and ate and chatted about quidditch, the gang, and Kostas's home.
"So who's that lad there are so many pictures of? A brother?" Oliver asked, digging into his 4th dolmade.
"Oh, er, no. He was my boyfriend. We had been going together all through school, but he, um, died," she said, "More lamb?" she offered, obviously trying to hide something.
"No thanks, and you don't have to tell me the rest if you don't want," he said quietly. "I'd understand completely."
"No, no. I should tell you," she said, looking at her plate. "Well," she began, slowly, "He was in many ways like Harry. But not as lucky. He was a very good wizard, but a mudblood, I think you call them. His parents were also killed by a dark wizard, his name was Malvagio. But while this wizard was not as feared or well-known as Voldemort, he was just as evil. Zeke, that was his name, was not harmed by this dark wizard. He was visiting some relatives in Sicily at the time. His parents had sent him there because they knew this wizard would be looking for them. Zeke was 9, so he remembered his parents quite well. This wizard searched for Zeke many years, and found him 3 times, but each time Zeke defeated him and sent him into hiding for another year. But the 4th time, our 6th year at Santorini, he was killed," she finished awkwardly.
There was a solemn silence before Wood said quietly, "I'm so sorry for you. I can only imagine how you feel."
The rest of the meal was finished in silence save for the requests for food to be passed and the occasional thank you. After the baklava and coffee, Kostas asked for some help with the dishes.