Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did, I wouldn't be posting fan fiction about it.
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Chapter 7 - Er - FORMAL dinner?
"He kissed her and then she slapped him. . . I'm telling you, she's nutters!" Ron said with his mouth full of food.
"Ron, you obviously don't get it. She wants him to actually prove that he won't go and break her heart again!" Hermione explained, rolling her eyes at her friend's lack of romance.
"Look at her though. She's so in love with him and she's fighting it. Though, I do think they're quite mad at each other right now." Harry said as he watched Oliver and Narwen glare at each other from opposite ends of the High Table, the only two people not speaking to anyone.
The first Quidditch game of the Hogwarts season had taken place and Gryffindor had flattened Hufflepuff, 760 to 30, which was the cause of the unusual commotion at the staff table.
"You know what, they're both off their bloody rockers. He's mental for loving her and she's insane for being so bloody picky about his whole thing." Ron yelled, but it wasn't very loud due to the amazing amount of chicken in his mouth.
The bell sounded and lunch was over. Just as he was leaving the Great Hall, Harry heard someone calling his name. He turned around to see Oliver come running up to him.
"Harry, do you have a minute?" he asked. "Well I have a class now. . ." Harry began.
"It'll be quick." Oliver told him.
"All right then." Harry agreed.
"I'm leaving later today and when I come back I'm having you try out for Puddlemere. . ." Oliver said quickly, "Oh, and tell Ron he's trying out too."
"Thanks, Oliver! See you at dinner, er - are you going to be here for dinner?" Harry said uncertainly.
Oliver shook his head, "I won't see you for a few weeks, be sure to practice while I'm gone." he said.
Harry nodded and took off to the Charms classroom.
After dinner in Narwen's office. . . . .
Narwen was slouched at her desk. She had shut herself in her office and was supposed to be marking the third year papers on Grindylows, but she couldn't concentrate.
"Nar -" a voice said out of nowhere.
"Ai!" Narwen screamed.
"Calm down! It's just me. Since when did the ever-perceptive Elf princess get startled?" the feminine voice asked.
Narwen got up and glared at her fire place, which happened to contain the head of Penelope Clearwater.
"Im gwesta na i Valar ae ú ned i naurdór im'd . . . im'd . . . im carú ist man im'd caro.[1]" Narwen said at first with venom, then confusion as she could not think of a proper punishment.
"I'm not an Elvish scholar, honey, how about you tell me what's wrong . . . er - in English?" Penelope suggested.
"I was just saying how happy I am to see you." Narwen said all too sweetly.
"Excellent." Penelope laughed, knowing that Narwen had probably cursed her a million times over, "Well anyways, tell me why you're so jumpy."
With that Narwen sobered and began to pace in front of the fireplace.
"He left without saying goodbye, Penny. He was just telling me how much he loved me and then he just leaves. . . I suppose it will be another four years before I hear from him again. He even kissed me, Penny, twice. . ." Narwen ranted.
"I'm obviously not going to understand anything if I don't come there. . . I'll be over in a minute." Penelope sighed.
Narwen stopped suddenly and looked at her, "Should I get some tea?"
Penelope laughed, "You have the oddest mood swings. But, yeah, why not, you need to calm down."
With that Penny's face was gone from Narwen's fireplace.
She conjured up some tea and pastries. She sat down and begin to nibble on a pastry. Ten minutes later the fire turned green and Penelope stepped out.
"Sorry it took me so long, Percy wanted to know exactly where I was going." she explained, sitting down and pouring herself some tea.
"What's going on with you and him anyway?" Narwen asked.
"That's what I called to tell you about. We're getting married! He proposed last week!" Penelope squealed.
"That's great! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Narwen yelled, bouncing up and down.
"Well, erm . . . a sort of premarital bliss." Penelope muttered.
"Maelui echil[2]." Narwen laughed, shaking her head, "When's the wedding?"
"We're not sure exactly, sometime in the Summer. And I want you to be my Maid of Honor." Penelope said.
"Really? Oh Merlin, I'm so excited! Ooh. . . who's the Best Man?" Narwen gushed.
"I don't know, that's Percy's thing. But, why were you so upset before? Who kissed you? I have no idea what you're talking about." Penelope asked.
Narwen's spirits fell as quickly as they had risen. She explained everything to Penelope.
"And now, he left without a word. I don't know what to think." Narwen sighed.
"Well, this Friday, Percy and I are getting everyone together and we're going to Opening Day for Puddlemere and then we're all going out to dinner. He'll be there. . . and, um, Nar, please don't try to kill him."
"Do you honestly think I would?" Narwen asked.
"Yes." Penelope replied shortly.
"Penny!" Narwen screeched, playfully hitting her friend.
"No, no, I don't think you would. But, I don't trust you to not hurt him . . . but then again, this is the first time I've ever heard you admit that you love him, so maybe it's safe." Penelope reasoned.
"Will Fred and George be there?" Narwen asked.
"Yeah, prepare yourself, they've gotten wore over the last few years, ever since the Weasley Wizard Wheezes took off." Penelope laughed.
"I heard they got a shop in Diagon Alley a few years ago. I know they bought out Zonko's recently. I haven't been down there yet." Narwen commented.
"Why do you want to know if the Twins will be there?" Penelope asked accusingly.
"No reason, I was just wondering." Narwen said.
"No pranks during dinner, or at the game. Anytime else I don't care. . . er. . . as long as it doesn't ruin my wedding." Penelope said firmly.
"I can't plan that far ahead!" Narwen exclaimed.
Penelope laughed as she stood up, "I'll see you Friday."
"Yeah, oh, what should I wear?" Narwen asked.
"Good question," she plopped back down, "Apparate to my house in muggle clothes, but bring dress robes and make up. We'll apparate back there in between events."
Narwen giggled, "Alright, this is making me so giddy! My best friend is getting married!"
"Oh God, Nar. I'll see you later." Penelope laughed. "Bye Penny."
The rest of the week flew by until it was Thursday. And by that time Oliver began to grow restless. He wasn't concentrating during practices, all he could think about was her. He wasn't getting much sleep and his mind kept wandering back to Hogwarts, wondering what she was doing.
"Oliver . . . . . . . OLIVER . . . . . OLIVER WOOD!!" a voice bellowed, rousing Oliver from a rare moment of sleep.
"What?" he groaned.
"Percy's here to see you." Oliver's roommate (and Puddlemere Seeker), Dom, called.
"Tell him to come up." Oliver moaned, rolling over in his bed. The door opened and Percy stepped in the room.
"Perce, what's wrong with you? Coming over at such an ungodly hour." he grumbled, propping himself up against the headboard.
"Ungodly hour? Oliver, it's three in the afternoon." Percy sighed.
"Oh - erm - I guess I overslept." Oliver said sheepishly.
"Dom said you haven't been sleeping much." Percy inquired.
"Yea, ever since I came back from Hogwarts." Oliver mused.
"Could it be that a certain ex-girlfriend who happens to be teaching at Hogwarts is haunting your dreams?" Percy hinted.
"No way." Oliver noticed Percy giving him a searching look, "You don't believe me do you? . . . . . . . . . Alright, I wouldn't say she 'haunts' my dreams. . . . more like . . . . . she's just in my dreams."
"Sure Oliver." Percy laughed.
"Why are you here anyway? You're still coming to the game, right?" Oliver asked.
"Yes, of course. But, Penny wanted me to come over here and make sure you're ready." he explained.
"You're coming to my Quidditch game, I should be asking you if you're ready!" Oliver laughed.
"You're ready for the formal dinner Penny planned?" Percy asked with a smile. He, of course, already knew the answer, but it was amusing to ask anyway.
"Er - formal dinner?" Oliver winced.
"Come on then, let's find you something to wear." Percy sighed, opening Oliver's closet.
A quaffle, a few broomsticks, and countless golf balls fell out, knocking Percy to the floor.
"Golf balls?" Percy asked picking one up and examining it.
"I live with a Seeker, he's got to practice with something." Oliver shrugged.
Percy sighed and shook his head as he realized he was sitting in a mass or golf balls, broomsticks, and clothes.
"Get Dom up here, we're going to need all the help we can get." Percy cringed as he levitated a dirty, wrinkled dress shirt in front of him.
"Penny, there's no way I'm wearing that dress, It's hideous!" Narwen exclaimed.
"I know, why do you have it?" Penny laughed.
"I don't know, it was probably a gift." Narwen sighed, after fifteen minutes of searching, she had called Penelope, now, hours later, she was no closer to finding something to wear.
"Ooh, how about this one?" Penelope gasped.
She held up a pale purple, off the shoulder Elven gown that was embroidered with Elven patterns around the neckline.
"I don't know . . . it -" she began to protest.
"Shut up and try it on." Penelope said quickly as she shoved the dress into her friends arms and pushed her into the bathroom.
A few seconds later Narwen came out, "It way too big."
She was right, it was tight at the very top so it would stay up, but after that it just went straight down.
"Well may be we could charm it to fit better." Penelope suggested.
Narwen looked down at the dress, "This is an Elven gown, there's got to be a belt or something to tie around your waist, there always is. Did you drop something?"
Penelope looked around the for a second when she bent down and picked up a long, thin piece of light blue fabric.
"This?" Penelope asked.
"Probably, You're supposed to tie it around your waist, like so."
Penelope handed her the fabric and Narwen wrapped it around her torso. Starting just below her chest and continuing down to her hips. She tied it and plucked at the dress in certain places so it would come out a little in between the blue strip.
"You look so pretty, Nar!" Penelope exclaimed.
"Thanks, Penny. What would I do without you?" Narwen laughed.
"You'd be a lost soul." Penelope joked, "Ok, I have to get back home before Percy. I'll see you tomorrow." she said as she flooed away.
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[1] I swear to the Valar,if you weren't in the fireplace I'd . . . I'd . . . I don't know what I'd do.
[2] Lustful humans.
A/N: I figured that since Narwen's an Elf, she should speak Elvish. And yes, my Elvish is accurate, except the "Im'd" I made that up to stand for "I would" Anyway, please review, I'm on my knees, really, I am. And I'm thinking of writing a parody "Hogwarts Talidaters" ( you know the MTV show). lol. I was watching it with my friend n I thought of it, so she's gunna be writing that with me, tell me if you think it's a good idea. Thanx
-Nar
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Chapter 7 - Er - FORMAL dinner?
"He kissed her and then she slapped him. . . I'm telling you, she's nutters!" Ron said with his mouth full of food.
"Ron, you obviously don't get it. She wants him to actually prove that he won't go and break her heart again!" Hermione explained, rolling her eyes at her friend's lack of romance.
"Look at her though. She's so in love with him and she's fighting it. Though, I do think they're quite mad at each other right now." Harry said as he watched Oliver and Narwen glare at each other from opposite ends of the High Table, the only two people not speaking to anyone.
The first Quidditch game of the Hogwarts season had taken place and Gryffindor had flattened Hufflepuff, 760 to 30, which was the cause of the unusual commotion at the staff table.
"You know what, they're both off their bloody rockers. He's mental for loving her and she's insane for being so bloody picky about his whole thing." Ron yelled, but it wasn't very loud due to the amazing amount of chicken in his mouth.
The bell sounded and lunch was over. Just as he was leaving the Great Hall, Harry heard someone calling his name. He turned around to see Oliver come running up to him.
"Harry, do you have a minute?" he asked. "Well I have a class now. . ." Harry began.
"It'll be quick." Oliver told him.
"All right then." Harry agreed.
"I'm leaving later today and when I come back I'm having you try out for Puddlemere. . ." Oliver said quickly, "Oh, and tell Ron he's trying out too."
"Thanks, Oliver! See you at dinner, er - are you going to be here for dinner?" Harry said uncertainly.
Oliver shook his head, "I won't see you for a few weeks, be sure to practice while I'm gone." he said.
Harry nodded and took off to the Charms classroom.
After dinner in Narwen's office. . . . .
Narwen was slouched at her desk. She had shut herself in her office and was supposed to be marking the third year papers on Grindylows, but she couldn't concentrate.
"Nar -" a voice said out of nowhere.
"Ai!" Narwen screamed.
"Calm down! It's just me. Since when did the ever-perceptive Elf princess get startled?" the feminine voice asked.
Narwen got up and glared at her fire place, which happened to contain the head of Penelope Clearwater.
"Im gwesta na i Valar ae ú ned i naurdór im'd . . . im'd . . . im carú ist man im'd caro.[1]" Narwen said at first with venom, then confusion as she could not think of a proper punishment.
"I'm not an Elvish scholar, honey, how about you tell me what's wrong . . . er - in English?" Penelope suggested.
"I was just saying how happy I am to see you." Narwen said all too sweetly.
"Excellent." Penelope laughed, knowing that Narwen had probably cursed her a million times over, "Well anyways, tell me why you're so jumpy."
With that Narwen sobered and began to pace in front of the fireplace.
"He left without saying goodbye, Penny. He was just telling me how much he loved me and then he just leaves. . . I suppose it will be another four years before I hear from him again. He even kissed me, Penny, twice. . ." Narwen ranted.
"I'm obviously not going to understand anything if I don't come there. . . I'll be over in a minute." Penelope sighed.
Narwen stopped suddenly and looked at her, "Should I get some tea?"
Penelope laughed, "You have the oddest mood swings. But, yeah, why not, you need to calm down."
With that Penny's face was gone from Narwen's fireplace.
She conjured up some tea and pastries. She sat down and begin to nibble on a pastry. Ten minutes later the fire turned green and Penelope stepped out.
"Sorry it took me so long, Percy wanted to know exactly where I was going." she explained, sitting down and pouring herself some tea.
"What's going on with you and him anyway?" Narwen asked.
"That's what I called to tell you about. We're getting married! He proposed last week!" Penelope squealed.
"That's great! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Narwen yelled, bouncing up and down.
"Well, erm . . . a sort of premarital bliss." Penelope muttered.
"Maelui echil[2]." Narwen laughed, shaking her head, "When's the wedding?"
"We're not sure exactly, sometime in the Summer. And I want you to be my Maid of Honor." Penelope said.
"Really? Oh Merlin, I'm so excited! Ooh. . . who's the Best Man?" Narwen gushed.
"I don't know, that's Percy's thing. But, why were you so upset before? Who kissed you? I have no idea what you're talking about." Penelope asked.
Narwen's spirits fell as quickly as they had risen. She explained everything to Penelope.
"And now, he left without a word. I don't know what to think." Narwen sighed.
"Well, this Friday, Percy and I are getting everyone together and we're going to Opening Day for Puddlemere and then we're all going out to dinner. He'll be there. . . and, um, Nar, please don't try to kill him."
"Do you honestly think I would?" Narwen asked.
"Yes." Penelope replied shortly.
"Penny!" Narwen screeched, playfully hitting her friend.
"No, no, I don't think you would. But, I don't trust you to not hurt him . . . but then again, this is the first time I've ever heard you admit that you love him, so maybe it's safe." Penelope reasoned.
"Will Fred and George be there?" Narwen asked.
"Yeah, prepare yourself, they've gotten wore over the last few years, ever since the Weasley Wizard Wheezes took off." Penelope laughed.
"I heard they got a shop in Diagon Alley a few years ago. I know they bought out Zonko's recently. I haven't been down there yet." Narwen commented.
"Why do you want to know if the Twins will be there?" Penelope asked accusingly.
"No reason, I was just wondering." Narwen said.
"No pranks during dinner, or at the game. Anytime else I don't care. . . er. . . as long as it doesn't ruin my wedding." Penelope said firmly.
"I can't plan that far ahead!" Narwen exclaimed.
Penelope laughed as she stood up, "I'll see you Friday."
"Yeah, oh, what should I wear?" Narwen asked.
"Good question," she plopped back down, "Apparate to my house in muggle clothes, but bring dress robes and make up. We'll apparate back there in between events."
Narwen giggled, "Alright, this is making me so giddy! My best friend is getting married!"
"Oh God, Nar. I'll see you later." Penelope laughed. "Bye Penny."
The rest of the week flew by until it was Thursday. And by that time Oliver began to grow restless. He wasn't concentrating during practices, all he could think about was her. He wasn't getting much sleep and his mind kept wandering back to Hogwarts, wondering what she was doing.
"Oliver . . . . . . . OLIVER . . . . . OLIVER WOOD!!" a voice bellowed, rousing Oliver from a rare moment of sleep.
"What?" he groaned.
"Percy's here to see you." Oliver's roommate (and Puddlemere Seeker), Dom, called.
"Tell him to come up." Oliver moaned, rolling over in his bed. The door opened and Percy stepped in the room.
"Perce, what's wrong with you? Coming over at such an ungodly hour." he grumbled, propping himself up against the headboard.
"Ungodly hour? Oliver, it's three in the afternoon." Percy sighed.
"Oh - erm - I guess I overslept." Oliver said sheepishly.
"Dom said you haven't been sleeping much." Percy inquired.
"Yea, ever since I came back from Hogwarts." Oliver mused.
"Could it be that a certain ex-girlfriend who happens to be teaching at Hogwarts is haunting your dreams?" Percy hinted.
"No way." Oliver noticed Percy giving him a searching look, "You don't believe me do you? . . . . . . . . . Alright, I wouldn't say she 'haunts' my dreams. . . . more like . . . . . she's just in my dreams."
"Sure Oliver." Percy laughed.
"Why are you here anyway? You're still coming to the game, right?" Oliver asked.
"Yes, of course. But, Penny wanted me to come over here and make sure you're ready." he explained.
"You're coming to my Quidditch game, I should be asking you if you're ready!" Oliver laughed.
"You're ready for the formal dinner Penny planned?" Percy asked with a smile. He, of course, already knew the answer, but it was amusing to ask anyway.
"Er - formal dinner?" Oliver winced.
"Come on then, let's find you something to wear." Percy sighed, opening Oliver's closet.
A quaffle, a few broomsticks, and countless golf balls fell out, knocking Percy to the floor.
"Golf balls?" Percy asked picking one up and examining it.
"I live with a Seeker, he's got to practice with something." Oliver shrugged.
Percy sighed and shook his head as he realized he was sitting in a mass or golf balls, broomsticks, and clothes.
"Get Dom up here, we're going to need all the help we can get." Percy cringed as he levitated a dirty, wrinkled dress shirt in front of him.
"Penny, there's no way I'm wearing that dress, It's hideous!" Narwen exclaimed.
"I know, why do you have it?" Penny laughed.
"I don't know, it was probably a gift." Narwen sighed, after fifteen minutes of searching, she had called Penelope, now, hours later, she was no closer to finding something to wear.
"Ooh, how about this one?" Penelope gasped.
She held up a pale purple, off the shoulder Elven gown that was embroidered with Elven patterns around the neckline.
"I don't know . . . it -" she began to protest.
"Shut up and try it on." Penelope said quickly as she shoved the dress into her friends arms and pushed her into the bathroom.
A few seconds later Narwen came out, "It way too big."
She was right, it was tight at the very top so it would stay up, but after that it just went straight down.
"Well may be we could charm it to fit better." Penelope suggested.
Narwen looked down at the dress, "This is an Elven gown, there's got to be a belt or something to tie around your waist, there always is. Did you drop something?"
Penelope looked around the for a second when she bent down and picked up a long, thin piece of light blue fabric.
"This?" Penelope asked.
"Probably, You're supposed to tie it around your waist, like so."
Penelope handed her the fabric and Narwen wrapped it around her torso. Starting just below her chest and continuing down to her hips. She tied it and plucked at the dress in certain places so it would come out a little in between the blue strip.
"You look so pretty, Nar!" Penelope exclaimed.
"Thanks, Penny. What would I do without you?" Narwen laughed.
"You'd be a lost soul." Penelope joked, "Ok, I have to get back home before Percy. I'll see you tomorrow." she said as she flooed away.
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[1] I swear to the Valar,if you weren't in the fireplace I'd . . . I'd . . . I don't know what I'd do.
[2] Lustful humans.
A/N: I figured that since Narwen's an Elf, she should speak Elvish. And yes, my Elvish is accurate, except the "Im'd" I made that up to stand for "I would" Anyway, please review, I'm on my knees, really, I am. And I'm thinking of writing a parody "Hogwarts Talidaters" ( you know the MTV show). lol. I was watching it with my friend n I thought of it, so she's gunna be writing that with me, tell me if you think it's a good idea. Thanx
-Nar