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"You did what?!" Angelina exclaimed, nearly knocking over her stew, "Katie, come off it! I thought you had more sense than that!" she added.
Katie winced at the repetition of scolding in Angelina's voice. Beside her, Alicia sat, an "I told you so," sort of smile on her face. Katie scowled at the pair of them. "Do either of you have any confidence in me whatsoever? Honestly, haven't you even given the slightest thought as to what would happen if we won? The brainless git would have to waltz around school talking about what slime he is! He'd be a laughingstock!" Katie exclaimed, slamming her open hand of the table for emphasis and sending a fork catapulting into the air.
Though she was giggling madly by the time the fork landed with a splash in Alicia's goblet, Angelina still looked as disappointed in her as ever. "Well, Katie, since we're playing the 'what if' game, what if we lose, then what will you do? Prance around as Malfoy's slave for a week?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Lina, think about it! When have we ever lost to Slytherin? That sort of thing just doesn't happen! If we play like we always do, there's no chance of losing, right?"
Angelina just stared at her, prompting more frustration. "The two of you need to have a little faith!" Katie said, standing up. "You know that we're the best, and there's not a thing that can come between me and the sweet, sweet sight of that pointy faced rodent crawling around and licking my boots," she added, a dreamy look in her eye.
"Katie, love, don't you think you're taking this just a bit too seriously?" Alicia asked, a concerned look settling on her face.
Katie gaped at her. "Too seriously? Too seriously?! My freedom depends on our performance tomorrow, and I'm taking it too seriously!" she stopped for a moment or two, her posture dripping frustration. "I'm going to bed," she snapped at last. "I want to be ready." And she stormed out of the Dining Hall and up to Gryffindor Tower.
Katie tossed and turned, her dreams riddled with possible outcomes of the match the next day. But, no matter the scenario, the result came out the same. Finally, she gave up on sleep, and went down to the Common Room to wait, for there was nothing more she could do. Wait for the sunrise, and for the new day to come.
"You did what?!" Angelina exclaimed, nearly knocking over her stew, "Katie, come off it! I thought you had more sense than that!" she added.
Katie winced at the repetition of scolding in Angelina's voice. Beside her, Alicia sat, an "I told you so," sort of smile on her face. Katie scowled at the pair of them. "Do either of you have any confidence in me whatsoever? Honestly, haven't you even given the slightest thought as to what would happen if we won? The brainless git would have to waltz around school talking about what slime he is! He'd be a laughingstock!" Katie exclaimed, slamming her open hand of the table for emphasis and sending a fork catapulting into the air.
Though she was giggling madly by the time the fork landed with a splash in Alicia's goblet, Angelina still looked as disappointed in her as ever. "Well, Katie, since we're playing the 'what if' game, what if we lose, then what will you do? Prance around as Malfoy's slave for a week?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Lina, think about it! When have we ever lost to Slytherin? That sort of thing just doesn't happen! If we play like we always do, there's no chance of losing, right?"
Angelina just stared at her, prompting more frustration. "The two of you need to have a little faith!" Katie said, standing up. "You know that we're the best, and there's not a thing that can come between me and the sweet, sweet sight of that pointy faced rodent crawling around and licking my boots," she added, a dreamy look in her eye.
"Katie, love, don't you think you're taking this just a bit too seriously?" Alicia asked, a concerned look settling on her face.
Katie gaped at her. "Too seriously? Too seriously?! My freedom depends on our performance tomorrow, and I'm taking it too seriously!" she stopped for a moment or two, her posture dripping frustration. "I'm going to bed," she snapped at last. "I want to be ready." And she stormed out of the Dining Hall and up to Gryffindor Tower.
Katie tossed and turned, her dreams riddled with possible outcomes of the match the next day. But, no matter the scenario, the result came out the same. Finally, she gave up on sleep, and went down to the Common Room to wait, for there was nothing more she could do. Wait for the sunrise, and for the new day to come.