Saturday rolled around slowly, since Marie was avidly awaiting an answer
from Oliver. Lynn kept trying to reassure her that, of course, he was a
man and they're always slow to respond. Well after dawn, Marie heard an
intense tapping at her bedroom window. She grumbled in her half-sleep as
she stumbled from her bed and wandered over to the window. To her surprise
was a perched Merlyn, looking quite pleased with herself as she unsteadily
hopped inside the window that Marie had opened for her.
"What do you have, Merlyn?" Marie asked excitedly as she pulled the parcel off of her owl's leg and offered her a well-deserved treat. Merlyn gave a questionable hoot when she finished with her treat before flapping over to her cage and nestling inside. Marie grinned, looking down to the note and parcel for just a moment before running to Lynn's room and jumping onto her plump bed. Lynn rolled over with a loud snort and continued to sleep.
"Come on Lynn! Wake up! I think Oliver wrote back!" Marie whispered harshly into her friend's ear and shaking her. Marie, thinking that all Lynn thought about was cute boys, watched as her host sister sat bolt upright in bed and grinned.
"I told you so!"
Marie rolled her eyes. "All you said is that boys take forever to write back!"
Lynn just grinned. "Open the bloody package!"
Marie quickly pulled the folded note off of the parcel and opened it quickly and began to read it.
'Marie,
I was glad to get your letter. The 'Golden Snitch' is a little gold ball that the Seeker has to catch in order to get 150 points. Harry is doing bloody well as our Seeker. I do hope to see you in the stands during the Quiddich matches. I'd really like to take you up on your offer to play your game of softball. I'm crossing my fingers that I'll see you at the Gryffindor table.
Will see you,
Oliver'
Marie's eyes almost bugged out of her head. "Holy shit, Lynn! He's hoping that I get into Gryffindor!"
Lynn grabbed the parchment out of Marie's fingers and reread the letter to herself. "Bloody hell, Marie!" Her eyes looked down to the package. "I think that's from Oliver too!"
Marie grinned widely as she carefully tugged at the twine holding the paper in place. Inside was a lovely, leather-bound book that seemed to have been well-loved in its day. Upon the dark, burgundy cover, in worn, gold letters, was the title, Quiddich Throughout the Ages. "That is so sweet of him!" She exclaimed, quite delighted with the used gift Oliver had given her. Her nimble fingers flipped through the pages only to find upon the inside cover was another note from Oliver.
'Marie, I thought you'd get more use out of this old book of mine. I pretty much have it memorized. Hope you enjoy it.
Oliver'
Marie swooned atop of Lynn's old quilt. "I don't think I can wait till Monday!"
"What do you have, Merlyn?" Marie asked excitedly as she pulled the parcel off of her owl's leg and offered her a well-deserved treat. Merlyn gave a questionable hoot when she finished with her treat before flapping over to her cage and nestling inside. Marie grinned, looking down to the note and parcel for just a moment before running to Lynn's room and jumping onto her plump bed. Lynn rolled over with a loud snort and continued to sleep.
"Come on Lynn! Wake up! I think Oliver wrote back!" Marie whispered harshly into her friend's ear and shaking her. Marie, thinking that all Lynn thought about was cute boys, watched as her host sister sat bolt upright in bed and grinned.
"I told you so!"
Marie rolled her eyes. "All you said is that boys take forever to write back!"
Lynn just grinned. "Open the bloody package!"
Marie quickly pulled the folded note off of the parcel and opened it quickly and began to read it.
'Marie,
I was glad to get your letter. The 'Golden Snitch' is a little gold ball that the Seeker has to catch in order to get 150 points. Harry is doing bloody well as our Seeker. I do hope to see you in the stands during the Quiddich matches. I'd really like to take you up on your offer to play your game of softball. I'm crossing my fingers that I'll see you at the Gryffindor table.
Will see you,
Oliver'
Marie's eyes almost bugged out of her head. "Holy shit, Lynn! He's hoping that I get into Gryffindor!"
Lynn grabbed the parchment out of Marie's fingers and reread the letter to herself. "Bloody hell, Marie!" Her eyes looked down to the package. "I think that's from Oliver too!"
Marie grinned widely as she carefully tugged at the twine holding the paper in place. Inside was a lovely, leather-bound book that seemed to have been well-loved in its day. Upon the dark, burgundy cover, in worn, gold letters, was the title, Quiddich Throughout the Ages. "That is so sweet of him!" She exclaimed, quite delighted with the used gift Oliver had given her. Her nimble fingers flipped through the pages only to find upon the inside cover was another note from Oliver.
'Marie, I thought you'd get more use out of this old book of mine. I pretty much have it memorized. Hope you enjoy it.
Oliver'
Marie swooned atop of Lynn's old quilt. "I don't think I can wait till Monday!"