Later that day, after a vigorous afternoon of trophy scrubbing, (fifty-two
in all) Marion reached the house carrying a few packages. Carrie was in the
kitchen unloading groceries. Marion hallooed as she opened the door.
"I'm hooome!" She plopped her packages on the table. "All right! Food!"
"Hi!" said Carrie, looking up from her position on the floor in front of the fridge. "How was work?"
"Oh, it was okay. I'm starting from the bottom up, of course; janitorial crap and stuff... but I don't plan to make it my career. Besides, the new keeper on the team... Oliver something, gets stuck with a lot of the same jobs, and he's [I]cute![/I] You'd like him. Great accent." Marion winked. She and Carrie, typical Americans, had a thing for British accents. "But anyway... you?" She slipped a small, brightly wrapped package stamped with WWWInc. Into her pocket, and unwrapped the lemon sponge cake that she'd bought.
"Great! I love working with these puppies. They're so cute! The only problem I can foresee is my getting attached to them..." She glanced hopefully at Marion, who sighed.
"Carrie, you know I love dogs as much as you, but not until we've got more time!" Carrie stuck out her tongue in response, and spied the cake.
"Cake! Where'd you get that?"
"There's this great bakery just down the street- Walifer's- the owner is really nice, and they have delicious food. I went there for breakfast." Marion grinned. She and Carrie absolutely [I]loved[/I] cake. "Come on, let's eat. I'm famished!"
After supper, Marion sliced two pieces of cake for Carrie and herself, and pulled her small package out of her pocket. While Carrie was innocently eating her cake, Marion snuck up behind her, (on the pretense of washing her plate) and carefully aimed the little blue and white ball that she'd bought at carrier's head. It was supposed to melt on impact, causing the receiver to turn the same colors as the ball- which in this case also happened to be the Yankees* colors. (Carrie hated the Yankees. She was a Mets fan through and through.) Marion thought that it would be an amusing welcome gift; turning her friend blue and white.
Carrie stood up and turned around just as the ball hit her face. It hit her with a SPLAT, and drips of white and blue splattered all over the room, a particularly large blue one landing on Marion's nose. Carrie was indignant.
"Why you-!" She reached for Marion, who was grinning mischievously, then stopped and stared at her. Her eyes widened, and a large guffaw worked its way out, until Carrie had sunk back into her chair, gasping for breath between laughs.
Marion, in the meantime, was wondering why Carrie wasn't blue and white, and was seriously annoyed at the fact that Carrie was laughing at [I]her.[/I] Just who the hell did she think she was? Marion was the prankster here.
"[I]What?[/I]" Carrie wiped a few tears away, and pointed at Marion's face. Marion reluctantly went to the bathroom mirror. What she saw shocked her.
Carrie hadn't turned colors, but Marion had. Instead of blue and white, however, Marion's whole face had turned a bright sky blue, along with the tips of her fingers, which she had touched her face with.
"CARRIE!" She bellowed. Carrie, slightly recovered, but dissolving into giggles from time to time, arrived to try and scrub the blue off of Marion's mortified face, but only succeeded in staining the washcloth.
"It's no use, Marion," Carrie sighed, after seven washcloths and one towel. "It's not coming off." Marion sank onto the floor.
"What am I going to DO?" She wailed. Carrie raised an eyebrow.
"May I remind you, that up until half an hour ago, you were prepared to let me go out into public like this?"
"Not like THIS! White [I]and[/I] blue, and ALL of you, not just your face and hands!" Carrie shook her head, chuckling. Marion grabbed her arm. "You have to go back there for me and get my money back!"
"Why can't you?"
"LOOK AT ME!" Marion thrust her hands in front of Carrier's face.
"Okay, okay, I'll go. Just...be good." She winked at Marion, and left before the store closed.
~
Carrie walked into the joke shop, not quite sure what she was going to say. No one seemed to be behind the counter, but there was a person standing in front of it, apparently waiting for someone. She walked up to the counter as well.
"Hi." Said the man that was standing there. "You're new in town?"
"Yeah." Carrie smiled, and realized that he was the man she had seen in the grocery store, and was actually quite cute.
"Welcome to town, I'm Oliver Wood."
"I'm Carrie Copola. Do you know my friend, Marion, I think she said she worked with you." [I]Wow.[/I] she thought, looking up into his deep blue eyes.
"Oh, yes, I should have recognized the accent. American?" She nodded her head. "And I hear there's Quidditch there too?" They both grinned; Carrie had heard Marion's account of her meeting with Oliver earlier.
"Yes! I used to play for my school- a chaser." She replied, a very large smile on her face as she looked up at him.
"So I guess you're pretty good."
Carrie shrugged, " I guess so." She replied, and felt herself blushing. He surveyed her, the bright green eyes that reflected the freckles that were scattered under them and on her nose. The blonde streaks in her hair could be seen as it was partially tied up.
"Hey, there aren't any Quidditch games or anything going for a couple of weeks. So maybe you'd want to go out to dinner or something on Saturday? 'Cause I have practice tomorrow night"
Her eyes bored into his, and although it was only a few seconds, it felt like a lifetime before she said, "I'd like that."
"Great! So, I'll, uh, meet you, uh, where do you live?" He asked, slightly losing his cool.
"The little white and green house just a few blocks out of downtown... on Drayton Place."
"Okay, I'll pick you up there at seven."
The two walked out, just as a worker came to the counter.
"Wait! Oliver! You forgot your ton-tongue toffees!" He yelled after him, but Oliver couldn't hear him, since he was already out the door. "Fine. Ditch us for a girl. We can make more of a profit selling it to [I]real[/I] customers.
~
"I'm hooome!" She plopped her packages on the table. "All right! Food!"
"Hi!" said Carrie, looking up from her position on the floor in front of the fridge. "How was work?"
"Oh, it was okay. I'm starting from the bottom up, of course; janitorial crap and stuff... but I don't plan to make it my career. Besides, the new keeper on the team... Oliver something, gets stuck with a lot of the same jobs, and he's [I]cute![/I] You'd like him. Great accent." Marion winked. She and Carrie, typical Americans, had a thing for British accents. "But anyway... you?" She slipped a small, brightly wrapped package stamped with WWWInc. Into her pocket, and unwrapped the lemon sponge cake that she'd bought.
"Great! I love working with these puppies. They're so cute! The only problem I can foresee is my getting attached to them..." She glanced hopefully at Marion, who sighed.
"Carrie, you know I love dogs as much as you, but not until we've got more time!" Carrie stuck out her tongue in response, and spied the cake.
"Cake! Where'd you get that?"
"There's this great bakery just down the street- Walifer's- the owner is really nice, and they have delicious food. I went there for breakfast." Marion grinned. She and Carrie absolutely [I]loved[/I] cake. "Come on, let's eat. I'm famished!"
After supper, Marion sliced two pieces of cake for Carrie and herself, and pulled her small package out of her pocket. While Carrie was innocently eating her cake, Marion snuck up behind her, (on the pretense of washing her plate) and carefully aimed the little blue and white ball that she'd bought at carrier's head. It was supposed to melt on impact, causing the receiver to turn the same colors as the ball- which in this case also happened to be the Yankees* colors. (Carrie hated the Yankees. She was a Mets fan through and through.) Marion thought that it would be an amusing welcome gift; turning her friend blue and white.
Carrie stood up and turned around just as the ball hit her face. It hit her with a SPLAT, and drips of white and blue splattered all over the room, a particularly large blue one landing on Marion's nose. Carrie was indignant.
"Why you-!" She reached for Marion, who was grinning mischievously, then stopped and stared at her. Her eyes widened, and a large guffaw worked its way out, until Carrie had sunk back into her chair, gasping for breath between laughs.
Marion, in the meantime, was wondering why Carrie wasn't blue and white, and was seriously annoyed at the fact that Carrie was laughing at [I]her.[/I] Just who the hell did she think she was? Marion was the prankster here.
"[I]What?[/I]" Carrie wiped a few tears away, and pointed at Marion's face. Marion reluctantly went to the bathroom mirror. What she saw shocked her.
Carrie hadn't turned colors, but Marion had. Instead of blue and white, however, Marion's whole face had turned a bright sky blue, along with the tips of her fingers, which she had touched her face with.
"CARRIE!" She bellowed. Carrie, slightly recovered, but dissolving into giggles from time to time, arrived to try and scrub the blue off of Marion's mortified face, but only succeeded in staining the washcloth.
"It's no use, Marion," Carrie sighed, after seven washcloths and one towel. "It's not coming off." Marion sank onto the floor.
"What am I going to DO?" She wailed. Carrie raised an eyebrow.
"May I remind you, that up until half an hour ago, you were prepared to let me go out into public like this?"
"Not like THIS! White [I]and[/I] blue, and ALL of you, not just your face and hands!" Carrie shook her head, chuckling. Marion grabbed her arm. "You have to go back there for me and get my money back!"
"Why can't you?"
"LOOK AT ME!" Marion thrust her hands in front of Carrier's face.
"Okay, okay, I'll go. Just...be good." She winked at Marion, and left before the store closed.
~
Carrie walked into the joke shop, not quite sure what she was going to say. No one seemed to be behind the counter, but there was a person standing in front of it, apparently waiting for someone. She walked up to the counter as well.
"Hi." Said the man that was standing there. "You're new in town?"
"Yeah." Carrie smiled, and realized that he was the man she had seen in the grocery store, and was actually quite cute.
"Welcome to town, I'm Oliver Wood."
"I'm Carrie Copola. Do you know my friend, Marion, I think she said she worked with you." [I]Wow.[/I] she thought, looking up into his deep blue eyes.
"Oh, yes, I should have recognized the accent. American?" She nodded her head. "And I hear there's Quidditch there too?" They both grinned; Carrie had heard Marion's account of her meeting with Oliver earlier.
"Yes! I used to play for my school- a chaser." She replied, a very large smile on her face as she looked up at him.
"So I guess you're pretty good."
Carrie shrugged, " I guess so." She replied, and felt herself blushing. He surveyed her, the bright green eyes that reflected the freckles that were scattered under them and on her nose. The blonde streaks in her hair could be seen as it was partially tied up.
"Hey, there aren't any Quidditch games or anything going for a couple of weeks. So maybe you'd want to go out to dinner or something on Saturday? 'Cause I have practice tomorrow night"
Her eyes bored into his, and although it was only a few seconds, it felt like a lifetime before she said, "I'd like that."
"Great! So, I'll, uh, meet you, uh, where do you live?" He asked, slightly losing his cool.
"The little white and green house just a few blocks out of downtown... on Drayton Place."
"Okay, I'll pick you up there at seven."
The two walked out, just as a worker came to the counter.
"Wait! Oliver! You forgot your ton-tongue toffees!" He yelled after him, but Oliver couldn't hear him, since he was already out the door. "Fine. Ditch us for a girl. We can make more of a profit selling it to [I]real[/I] customers.
~