(a/n ---because some people were confused---Jackie and Will are together, Cathy and Henry---all but Jackie are in Hufflepuff J tell me if its still crazy—I modeled them all after my friends in real life and I guess I get a tad carried away)
(oh, and If these songs annoy you tell me—I just love this new tape I got and the songs seem to go rather well…)
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Once I Had A Secret Love
That Lived Inside The Heart Of Me
All Too Soon My Secret Love
Became Impatient To Be Free
Now I Shout It
From The Highest Hill
Even Told The Golden
Daffodil
At Last My Hearts An Open Door
And My Secret Love's No Secret Anymore
"Secret Love" sung by whom else but Doris Day
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A thought had struck Rachel during the night, but she waited until all her friends were seated at the end of the Gryfinndor table the next morning before investigating.
"Angelina, can I borrow some chap stick? I forgot mine in the dorm." She turned to her brown-eyed friend and made a pleading face.
"Oh, alright, you get me every time. But if you have some kind of mouth disease or something…" She pulled a small jar from her pocket.
Rachel looked closely at the chap stick label.
Watermelon Wonder Wax
The Stuff of Champions
Perfect for Quidditch
Not intended for use on animalsRachel's eyes widened; her predictions had been right.
"Will?" she asked, without the usual twinge of disgust she addressed him with.
"Huh?" He looked up, mouth filled with breakfast. .
"Can you taste this chap stick for me please?"
"WHAT?! I DON'T WANT HIS NASTINESS ON MY STUFF!!" Angelina raged, as quick to temper as ever. She reached over to grab it back, but Rachel stuck her spoon into it. She passed the spoon over to Will, and gave Angelina a quizzical glance.
"Mmm. Watermelon again!!" he said happily, and continued eating, seeing nothing unusual.
Amazed at his thick head, Rachel continued her "interrogation".
"Will?" she tried to keep the growing impatience from her voice. "Where have you tasted that same chap stick before?"
Rachel noticed Henry was paying no attention to this conversation at all, but it seemed that something had dawned on Angelina. She was turning a very deep shade of red and looked increasingly uncomfortable. Rachel felt terrible for doing this to her friend, but Angelina was the one sneaking around
"Hmm…." He muttered, looking up and twirling his one-haired goatee. "Nope. I got nothin'."
Rachel made mock-choking motions towards him.
"HOW ABOUT ON HENRY'S HANDKERCHEIF!!"
The realization of it had definitely hit Jackie, whose mouth had dropped open. Cathy had been listening intently, but for some strange reason had not the slightest idea of what was going on. Henry, however, who had looked up at the mention of his name, had cast an extremely anxious look at Angelina and was breathing very fast.
Rachel sat there, waiting for it to sink in to her friends. The broom closet yesterday. The fake Quidditch pracice and Gobstones club. And most of all, the chapstick. (a/n—this sounds so high school conspiracy that it makes me laugh just to write it. There goes the whole serious tone.)
"What's the problem?" Cathy asked, looking around. Angelina would not meet her eye.
"Yesterday, I heard some people kissing in a broom closet down the hall. It was Angelina and Henry. He had her chap stick on his face, and she wasn't wet from Quidditch practice."
Cathy had turned to Henry with tears in her big green eyes. "How could you do this to me?" He looked down at his feet, not daring to talk to her. Sniffing, she picked up her books and ran out of the Great Hall, most likely headed to the dormitory.
"I'll go talk to her," offered Jackie, and hurried after Cathy.
To Rachel's disgust, Henry had reached over and taken Angelina's hand. She appeared to be crying softly.
"I cannot believe you two," Rachel said quietly, anger lining her face. "You're the ones at fault, and you're sitting here as if you've been deserted. Go and talk to Cathy, or don't bother talking to any of us anymore." Rachel had never spoken this harshly to Angelina, but suddenly couldn't imagine speaking to her anytime soon. She quickly picked up her bag, her binder and her quills, and headed off towards History of Magic.
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(a/n: sorry to skip so much like this, but there's of course no way I can do every day and it was getting much too repetitive)
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September passed quickly as usual, with all the students settling back into life at school. They were still not talking to Henry and Angelina, who had quickly become Hogwart's hottest new couple. Along with all her new homework, Rachel's prefect duties were increasing, and she had agreed to help a group of 3rd year girls look up an anti-acne potion.
Paul and Rachel's charm project, which they had named Issac, was flourishing well. They had stayed up many a late night in the common room researching how best to "stimulate the maturation of this young semi-being".
Issac could now walk, jump, and say a few simple words, and Professor Flitwick said that their children were about equivalent to muggle kids around the age of 3. Most babies in their class were also getting along fine, with a few notable exceptions.
Xiashu and Martha's child had continually refused to approach them and could now scream like a banshee whenever their class began.
The Bruggs/Tottle partnership had produced a similarly maladjusted child; their little "girl" Candy usually sat with its eyes glazed over or followed Issac around, poking it with it's pudgy, booger covered finger.
The smartest, if not most personable child was that of Elicia Stevens, top of their class and Davie Jacobs, co-president of the Gobstones club (with Henry). Their project could write, read, and sing the Hogwarts school song.
Rachel exited the weekly prefects meeting on the 10th of October full of exciting information. The first Hogsmeade trip of the year was next week, and she was eager for a chance to buy some Christmas gifts for her friends and relax in the Three Broomsticks.
She knew Paul's birthday was on the first of November, and was also excited to meet Professor Lupin, who was doing a guest Defense against the Dark Arts Lesson that day. Their regular teacher, the real Mad-Eye Moody, usually only succeeded in scaring them out of their wits every lesson and leaving them extremely paranoid.
It was also her night to use the prefect's bathroom, which was of course the best at the school and located on the fifth floor. Each of the eight prefects rotated nights, so to avoid embarrassing situations. The Head Boy and Girl had their own smaller, but private bathrooms.
As she returned to the quiet common room, she got some homework out of the way, occasionally asking Rowena for help. She was terrible in History of Magic.
When the clock above the fireplace chimed 7:15 Rachel decided it was as good a time as any to take a bath. She was extremely pleased to be getting out of using the usual Ravenclaw girl's shower---there was never any hot water and always a lot of chattery girls painting each other's nails.
Soap and pajamas in hand, Rachel ducked under the eagle's wing and headed down the corridor. The Grey Lady glided past, nodding her mysterious head. Hardly any of the students knew anything about her, but she often visited the common room. Shrugging her shoulders, Rachel approached the staircase that typically led to the fifth floor.
As she came upon the statue, Rachel found herself yet again wondering about the mystery of Boris the Bewildered. Why was he so bewildered anyway? And why would anyone want a statue of him? Shaking her head, she counted three more doors and stopped in front of a particularly clean one.
With a glance around her she whispered "pine fresh" and heard the lock click. As she entered, she nearly slipped on the clean white marble. There was water all over this side of the pool-sized tub. Someone else must have been here today.
Dismissing it as a simple misunderstanding, and glad that they had gotten their bath over with at any rate, Rachel slipped off her robes and placed them neatly on a bench near the edge of the pool. The mermaid that usually inhabited the portrait on the wall was conveniently out, much to Rachel's relief. She twisted a few of her favorite taps and grabbed the book she was currently reading, waiting for the bath to fill.
Just as she was slipping in, however, the door to the bathroom clicked again and the door swung open.
(a/n: awkward situation is definitely a fun way to end a chapter!!)