Shawn, I hope ya know I love ya kid, I'm putting these next 2 chapters up
JUST FOR YOU! And of course anyone else who wants to read them hehe
Disclaimer - I am as poor as the Weasleys when it comes to what I own, which is nothing more or less than Daisy Keane, Dirk Sivonen, Professor Joseph Berlin, and my odd little plot. All else belongs to J.K. Rowling *applause* WOOHOO!!!
Daisy woke up to Hermione shaking her shoulder roughly.
"Ah, Hermione, what's going on?" Daisy murmured sleepily.
Hermione stopped shaking her. "We've slept in! We're going to be late!"
"WHAT?!" Daisy sat bolt upright in bed. Being late would certainly not make a good first impression on her teachers. She turned to ask Hermione what their first class was, only to see that Hermione was standing calmly and grinning widely.
Realization dawned in Daisy's mind. "Hermione. we didn't really sleep in at all, did we?"
"Nope, but nothing else would wake you up, so I had to resort to drastic measures." She grinned again.
Daisy groaned and got out of her bed to rummage through her trunk for her robes.
"You should hurry, though," Hermione continued, "Because Ron, Harry, and the rest of the guys are in the common room waiting for us to go to breakfast."
"The rest of the guys?" Seamus?
Hermione looked at her curiously. "Just the bunch of us who were together on the train."
Yay! Daisy's mind called out. Seamus!
She scrambled to get ready, but Hermione wouldn't let her walk out of the dormitory.
"Daisy, you haven't looked in a mirror, have you?"
"Um. no, I don't think so, why do you ask?"
"Well." Hermione wasn't sure how to put it. "I can't say this in a nicer way, but you've got one of the worst cases of bed-head I've ever seen!"
Daisy dived back to grab a brush out of her trunk. Hermione helped her look presentable, and they were finally ready to go.
They walked into the common room, then walked to the Great Hall with Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville.
"What's our first class today, Harry?" Ron asked as they all sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Divination. Ugh. Why can't that old bat die of breathing in all that smoke she's always got swirling through her room?"
Daisy looked over curiously. "Oh, come on, no one can be that bad. can they?"
"Oh, just wait until you meet this one!" Hermione said. "She's so flaky! I couldn't even bring myself to so much as stay in that class. I look over at Harry, sitting here in his fifth year healthy as anything, then think back to how many times Professor Trelawney predicted he'd die in our third year. Doesn't look very dead to me!"
"Don't jinx him, Hermione," said Dean, who was sitting next to Daisy.
From the other side of Dean, Daisy heard Seamus' voice saying, "But she wasn't jinxing him, she was just talking. She didn't even have her wand out!"
"It's a Muggle expression, Seamus. Don't think on it too much." Dean sighed in exasperation.
"I still don't see how she could be all that bad," Daisy said quietly.
Seamus leaned around behind Dean to whisper to her. "Professor Trelawney's the only teacher Hermione's ever said a bad word about! I mean, she's even defended Snape! You'd better believe this lady's an odd one. It's like Harry said, she's absolutely, 100%, a silly old bat!"
Daisy giggled and sat upright to finish her bacon.
Soon enough, the six of them (minus Hermione, who had of course dropped Divination) tromped off to Professor Trelawney's room in the North Tower.
When they were almost there ("Only two more flights of stairs!" Ron had said with false cheeriness) Seamus grabbed Daisy's arm to hold her back until they were lagging a little behind the others.
"So what was that for?" Daisy asked as they resumed their walking.
Seamus shrugged. "I don't know, I haven't figured that part out yet."
Daisy chuckled to herself. "I know this is a little silly, but it's really great to hear another Irish voice around school." She smiled at Seamus.
He smiled back. "It's not silly. I feel the same way. I think the reason I held you back was to have a moment alone with you, just to hear nothing but Irish voices."
They walked in silence as they made their way to the last staircase.
"Sorry," Daisy blurted out. "I mean, you said you wanted to hear Irish voices, but I'm not talking much."
"It's alright, there's not much to talk about. We'll have all year to have idle Irish chatter." He smirked, making Daisy laugh.
They stopped walking for a minute and just looked at each other, hearing the murmur of voices of the rest of their class.
Seamus took Daisy's hand and motioned for them to continue. "Shall we? Don't want to be late."
Daisy nodded and they continued. Daisy stepped into one of the last stairs, only to sink into it up to her knee.
Seamus laughed out loud. "I guess someone forgot to tell you there's trick stairs around the school. I always forget where they are, though. And some of the stair cases like to move around and change."
He bent over to help her out of the step. He held her for a short moment, even after they had reached the top of the stairs.
"Well," he said, "I don't hear voices anymore. They've probably already gone in. Let's get there before all the comfortable chairs are taken."
They opened the trap door and listened, trying to hear if Professor Trelawney had noticed that they weren't there.
"Hang on!" Ron said to Harry quietly. They were sitting close to the door, and Daisy and Seamus could hear them. "Harry, where'd Seamus and Daisy go? They were right behind us!"
Unfortunately, Professor Trelawney must have heard them, because Daisy heard a misty voice she didn't recognize. "Do not worry, my dear pupils. The girl has simply sunk into one of the trick stairs of the school, and Mr. Finnigan is helping her out. In fact, I believe they are at the door now."
Taking the cue, Seamus opened the trap door and they climbed in. Determined to try and prove Professor Trelawney's prediction wrong, he said so the whole class could hear, "Sorry we're late, Professor, but we had to take a detour so I could get my first kiss." He grinned widely at Daisy, whose eyes had gone wide in disbelief.
They sat down at a low table with the other Gryffindor boys as Professor Trelawney gave them a look of disbelief - disbelief that she could have predicted wrong, that is.
Ron whispered to Seamus, "Were you really kissing?"
"Nah." Seamus shrugged. "But I didn't want 'Professor Misery' over there to know she was right."
Disclaimer - I am as poor as the Weasleys when it comes to what I own, which is nothing more or less than Daisy Keane, Dirk Sivonen, Professor Joseph Berlin, and my odd little plot. All else belongs to J.K. Rowling *applause* WOOHOO!!!
Daisy woke up to Hermione shaking her shoulder roughly.
"Ah, Hermione, what's going on?" Daisy murmured sleepily.
Hermione stopped shaking her. "We've slept in! We're going to be late!"
"WHAT?!" Daisy sat bolt upright in bed. Being late would certainly not make a good first impression on her teachers. She turned to ask Hermione what their first class was, only to see that Hermione was standing calmly and grinning widely.
Realization dawned in Daisy's mind. "Hermione. we didn't really sleep in at all, did we?"
"Nope, but nothing else would wake you up, so I had to resort to drastic measures." She grinned again.
Daisy groaned and got out of her bed to rummage through her trunk for her robes.
"You should hurry, though," Hermione continued, "Because Ron, Harry, and the rest of the guys are in the common room waiting for us to go to breakfast."
"The rest of the guys?" Seamus?
Hermione looked at her curiously. "Just the bunch of us who were together on the train."
Yay! Daisy's mind called out. Seamus!
She scrambled to get ready, but Hermione wouldn't let her walk out of the dormitory.
"Daisy, you haven't looked in a mirror, have you?"
"Um. no, I don't think so, why do you ask?"
"Well." Hermione wasn't sure how to put it. "I can't say this in a nicer way, but you've got one of the worst cases of bed-head I've ever seen!"
Daisy dived back to grab a brush out of her trunk. Hermione helped her look presentable, and they were finally ready to go.
They walked into the common room, then walked to the Great Hall with Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville.
"What's our first class today, Harry?" Ron asked as they all sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Divination. Ugh. Why can't that old bat die of breathing in all that smoke she's always got swirling through her room?"
Daisy looked over curiously. "Oh, come on, no one can be that bad. can they?"
"Oh, just wait until you meet this one!" Hermione said. "She's so flaky! I couldn't even bring myself to so much as stay in that class. I look over at Harry, sitting here in his fifth year healthy as anything, then think back to how many times Professor Trelawney predicted he'd die in our third year. Doesn't look very dead to me!"
"Don't jinx him, Hermione," said Dean, who was sitting next to Daisy.
From the other side of Dean, Daisy heard Seamus' voice saying, "But she wasn't jinxing him, she was just talking. She didn't even have her wand out!"
"It's a Muggle expression, Seamus. Don't think on it too much." Dean sighed in exasperation.
"I still don't see how she could be all that bad," Daisy said quietly.
Seamus leaned around behind Dean to whisper to her. "Professor Trelawney's the only teacher Hermione's ever said a bad word about! I mean, she's even defended Snape! You'd better believe this lady's an odd one. It's like Harry said, she's absolutely, 100%, a silly old bat!"
Daisy giggled and sat upright to finish her bacon.
Soon enough, the six of them (minus Hermione, who had of course dropped Divination) tromped off to Professor Trelawney's room in the North Tower.
When they were almost there ("Only two more flights of stairs!" Ron had said with false cheeriness) Seamus grabbed Daisy's arm to hold her back until they were lagging a little behind the others.
"So what was that for?" Daisy asked as they resumed their walking.
Seamus shrugged. "I don't know, I haven't figured that part out yet."
Daisy chuckled to herself. "I know this is a little silly, but it's really great to hear another Irish voice around school." She smiled at Seamus.
He smiled back. "It's not silly. I feel the same way. I think the reason I held you back was to have a moment alone with you, just to hear nothing but Irish voices."
They walked in silence as they made their way to the last staircase.
"Sorry," Daisy blurted out. "I mean, you said you wanted to hear Irish voices, but I'm not talking much."
"It's alright, there's not much to talk about. We'll have all year to have idle Irish chatter." He smirked, making Daisy laugh.
They stopped walking for a minute and just looked at each other, hearing the murmur of voices of the rest of their class.
Seamus took Daisy's hand and motioned for them to continue. "Shall we? Don't want to be late."
Daisy nodded and they continued. Daisy stepped into one of the last stairs, only to sink into it up to her knee.
Seamus laughed out loud. "I guess someone forgot to tell you there's trick stairs around the school. I always forget where they are, though. And some of the stair cases like to move around and change."
He bent over to help her out of the step. He held her for a short moment, even after they had reached the top of the stairs.
"Well," he said, "I don't hear voices anymore. They've probably already gone in. Let's get there before all the comfortable chairs are taken."
They opened the trap door and listened, trying to hear if Professor Trelawney had noticed that they weren't there.
"Hang on!" Ron said to Harry quietly. They were sitting close to the door, and Daisy and Seamus could hear them. "Harry, where'd Seamus and Daisy go? They were right behind us!"
Unfortunately, Professor Trelawney must have heard them, because Daisy heard a misty voice she didn't recognize. "Do not worry, my dear pupils. The girl has simply sunk into one of the trick stairs of the school, and Mr. Finnigan is helping her out. In fact, I believe they are at the door now."
Taking the cue, Seamus opened the trap door and they climbed in. Determined to try and prove Professor Trelawney's prediction wrong, he said so the whole class could hear, "Sorry we're late, Professor, but we had to take a detour so I could get my first kiss." He grinned widely at Daisy, whose eyes had gone wide in disbelief.
They sat down at a low table with the other Gryffindor boys as Professor Trelawney gave them a look of disbelief - disbelief that she could have predicted wrong, that is.
Ron whispered to Seamus, "Were you really kissing?"
"Nah." Seamus shrugged. "But I didn't want 'Professor Misery' over there to know she was right."
