By: Witch Whoopie
Ever saw Princess Diary? I liked the 'feet-pup-up'- theory best! Get the picture? Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
All characters, settings etc. belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing
Author's note:
This is my first fic, so please be nice. As you may have noticed, I could also do with a beta- reader. Interested? Please mail me
Chapter 1:
Dating Problems
It all began on a Saturday evening, just before Christmas. The holidays had already started and thus, there were only a few students left at Hogwarts. It gave the teachers time for other… activities.
'The door of the Staff room opened with a loud Bang and Susan Anderson came running in. She was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and only 25 years old. She studied in Italy, but she was born in New York.
'Shit!' she yelled and all her colleagues, present in the Staff Room looked up in shock.
'Susan!', Flitwick said, looking positively horrified, 'do watch your language!'
'O darling, I didn't mean anything by it', Susan replied, 'but I have to leave in half an hour and my hair is still a mess!'
'Ooh!' Jane Hooch exclaimed, 'tonight is your date with that cute man from Italy!'
Susan nodded happily. 'Yes, but my hair is still a mess. Could you pin it up for me?'
"Sure!' Jane answered enthusiastically. She started to pull on Susan's hair franticly and the young teacher soon regretted asking her.
'How long have you known him?' Jane asked, while putting a clip in her bun, rather harshly.
'Ouch', more then four years', Susan answered. 'I liked him from the start, but he didn't feel the same about me and when I left last year to come to Hogwarts, I honestly thought that I would never see him again'.
'But then two weeks ago, I received a letter from him, in which he wrote that he was coming to England for a few weeks and that he would like to see me'.
'Do you still like him?' Poppy asked. The healer was sitting at the large table, playing Wizard Chess with Minerva.
'I don't know, really', Susan replied thoughtfully. 'We haven't seen each other for months. When I was still living in Italy we went out on a few dates together, but it never worked out. We've never even kissed'.
'Well', Poppy said, 'if you are not sure of his feelings you shouldn't kiss him. It could go completely wrong.
'Yes', Jane agreed, 'don't look to willingly. It'll only make you look desperate'.
'And if you kiss him', Minerva added, 'watch if your feet pops up'.
It remained quiet for a second, then Jane exploded with laughter, quickly followed by the rest of the Staff Room. Minerva turned crimson red. 'What's so funny?' she asked unsure, 'You've never heard of the feet Pop-up theory?'
'No', Jane hiccuped, 'but by all means, tell us!'
'Well', Minerva explained, Poppy, Jane and Susan leaned closer towards her, 'if you kiss someone and your feet pops up, it means that you truly love him'.
'Really?' Susan asked giggly.
Jane jumped to her feet. 'Something like this?' she asked, jerking her feet backwards.
'No no', Minerva answered outraged, getting to her feet as well. 'It's supposed to be slowly and elegant. Not as if you pull your feet free from the mud! Like this…' Slowly she lifted her right foot backwards.
Susan started to gloat. 'Oh that's perfect! So if I kiss him tonight and my foot pops up like that it means that I am safe and that I love him?'
'Exactly', Minerva answered.