Author's Note: I really don't know what to say anymore. Um... right. Does
anyone think that I should put Krista's detention with Snape in this? If
you do, please tell me cos I have no idea. Well, this is probably going to
be a small chapter. Mmm kay...
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters and the plot—which I am still trying to find. *If you find it, please tell.*
The Life of Lhia Watson~ Chapter Three: Who Likes Who? I Like You. What?!
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Lhia snuck into the Student Potions Storage Cupboard. She was lucky enough that all of the potion's ingredients weren't so exotic. She checked over her shoulder after she heard a noise. She looked over and it had just been the Bloody Baron floating by. Still, freaked enough to see a scary ghost, she began to hurry up and spill the potions into her bag.
Now that it was fully filled to its capacity, Lhia's backpack was probably going to split at the seams and tear in half. She walked slowly and turned the corners whistling a soft tune. Suddenly, she turned the corner and saw Peeves bobbling around in front of the Slytherin entrance. She cursed Peeves angrily. He just had to be there tonight of all nights. He just had to be in front of the entrance. She went to turn around and get out of his sight, but Peeves saw her and chased after her much to her dismay.
"Oy, what is a student doing outside of the common room before dinner?" Peeves cackled. He looked at her robes and saw the Slytherin crest. "Ah, up to no good, no doubt."
Lhia puffed up indignantly and began to shout, "Just because I'm in Slytherin doesn't mean that I'm a—"
"Oh, it's not because you're in Slytherin, you foolish little girl," Peeves snickered. Lhia stared at the trouble making ghost confusedly. She had been sure that that was it. She was so sure of it.
"Um... why is it then?" Lhia asked thickly.
"It's because you're a girl!" Peeves laughed as he spun off in the air. Lhia could've chucked a book at him, but didn't have enough time to pull a book out and throw it. So, instead, she blew a loud raspberry at him and stomped into the Slytherin common room angrily.
Callista looked up from her seat and saw her. She smiled brightly and motioned Lhia to come over to her. Lhia sauntered off over to the seat next to Callista. She sighed happily and she snuggled into the warm chair by the fire, the one she had been in just this morning, plotting to get Harry Potter. She smiled and dropped her heavy backpack with a thump! Callista looked at the large backpack questioningly, but Lhia didn't see. She pulled out some parchment, quill, an ink bottle, and her Potions textbook; she had an essay due for him in two days. And it was not a fun one either. She quickly zipped the bag up before Callista could see anything. Lhia suddenly realized that Krista wasn't there. She looked around and didn't see her.
"Callista, where's Krista?" Lhia asked, turning back to face her friend.
"Off improving her left hook on Lilanna's pillow," Callista said. Lhia laughed loudly. "No, I'm not joking. That's what she's actually doing. I saw her." At this, Lhia laughed even louder.
"Lilanna's going to have no pillows to sleep on," Lhia cooed happily. "Oh, how sad." The two friends laughed. Callista shook her head.
"After tomorrow night with her detention with Snape, none of us will have any pillows to sleep on," Callista giggled. Lhia laughed. She started writing her essay and they were silent. After a while, Lhia checked her watch.
"Oh my gosh, it's four o'clock!" Lhia exclaimed. Callista looked up from her homework, confused. She sucked on her sugar quill.
"Um... what's so good about four o'clock?" Callista asked her with her eyebrows raised. Lhia jumped up to her feet and crammed her stuff back in her backpack.
"I have to watch Harry's Quidditch practice secretly!" Lhia almost screamed. She stopped. "Do you think Krista will want to come?"
"I think it might cool her off," Callista noted.
"Okay, thanks," Lhia said. "Good-bye, Callista! See you at dinner."
"You too," Callista mumbled, getting back to her homework. Lhia got rid of her heavy backpack in the dormitory. Krista did want to go to see Weasley and they left the Slytherin dungeons as quickly and quietly as possible for the Quidditch Pitch. Krista had been in a very fowl mood in the dormitory; feathers were everywhere. Hearing the name "Ron Weasley" seemed to take her out of her angry mood. ("Ron Weasley? I'm there!")
The two friends hid in a very unnoticeable spot around the Quidditch Pitch. Lhia had her eyes on the elegant seeker, Harry Potter, on his Firebolt. It flowed around flawlessly as he searched for the Golden Snitch, so lazily to the point where he was almost sleeping (wait, I think he is sleeping). Lhia went into uncontrollable giggles as Harry did a back flip to show off for the new three chasers: Kaytie Winfield, Alexei Vincent, and Isabella Harden. Krista rolled her eyes and continued to watch Ron Weasley save another goal. She grinned broadly. When Harry did a breath taking dive, Lhia jumped up and hit her head on one of the stand seats that they were hiding under. Dazed, she held her head and stumbled around, but continued to watch. Harry did another risk taking dive and caught the Snitch.
Lhia was getting ready to scream with delight when Krista turned around swiftly and pointed her wand at Lhia's mouth. "Silencio!" Krista muttered. Lhia screamed, but no sound came out. At first, she was confused and then she looked at Krista's warning face in the dark. She nodded her head and Krista lifted the spell off of her.
"Thanks," Lhia sighed. Krista grinned brightly as she saw Ron almost fall off of his broom and kick the Quaffle away. She sighed and let her shoulders drop.
Suddenly, she got a great and crazy idea. She turned around to Lhia as they dropped to the ground for Harry's talk (he's Quidditch Captain, duh, who else would be? I was hoping Ron... wait, I'm the writer of this fic). Lhia looked confusedly at her friend. "C'mon, let's go," she said.
Krista grabbed Lhia's wrist and dragged her out of her hiding spot. While getting situated, Krista and Lhia did not hear that the rest of the Quidditch team booted Harry off as Quidditch Captain and replaced him with Ron Weasley. Harry got a little miffed that someone like a poor Weasley could beat him, Harry Potter, at something. But lucky for Ron, Ron tripped (is that really lucky?) and Harry forgot he was angry with him after five seconds and they laughed about Ron's trip. They walked separately from the rest of the Quidditch team back to the castle. Much to Lhia's protests, Krista pulled them both out of the darkness and into view.
"Oh my gosh, it's two Death Eaters!" Harry screamed in terror. Lhia shrieked and dropped to the ground, forgetting that she had a wand. Ron looked confused. Krista grasped her wand and pointed it around in the darkness.
"What? Where are the Death Eaters? Why are Death Eaters here? How did Death Eaters even get here?" Krista yelled, mystified. Harry began to run in circles, screaming at the tops of his lungs. In his blind terror, he grabbed Krista who shrieked from being startled and jumped about two feet in the air and almost right out of her Hogwarts robes (yes, she's still got them on). Harry shouted, Lhia screamed, Ron was confused, and Krista landed right into Harry's arms. Lhia saw this, but everything was so dark that she only saw Harry.
"Harry Potter saved us all; he caught the Death Eater!" Lhia squealed with delight when she saw Harry Potter holding a black figure. Ron was confused (yes, still, I would be too in this situation). Lhia got to her feet and smiled brightly (wait, it's dark).
"I'M NOT A DEATH EATER, YOU INSOLENT NARKS!!!" Krista boomed in Harry's arms. "Not you, Lhia."
"Oh, get out of Harry's arms, Krista!" Lhia whispered hurriedly. "I'm supposed to be in Harry's arms; not you!"
"I'll be glad to switch you places," Krista muttered. Harry was still holding her in his strong (weak) arms. She glared at him in the dark (so he didn't see it). "Will you, please, let go of me! You don't have to 'old me!"
"But I want to hold you," Harry simply said. Krista went wide-eyed and stared at him in disbelief, her brain jamming severely and confused. She could only think: Didn't he like Granger? Wait; he liked Granger? Does this boy have any brains at all? Now he likes me. Wait; he likes me? I'm confused. I like Ron Weasley; not Harry Potter. Um... could someone explain this to me?
"Oh!" Lhia cried.
"No!" Ron shouted. Her one true love just so happen to love her best friend—and not her—who happened to love her one true love's best friend—and not him (why Ron said 'no' really loud, we may never know. Maybe he has a certain thing for a certain person... ah, I dunno; wait...)
Lhia tried not to cry. "This is—"
"Very confusin' and sick'nin'!" Krista interjected. She awkwardly helped herself out of Harry's strong (weak) arms and planted her feet on the ground. "Why do all the people who I don' like that way like me that way?!" In an attempt to keep everyone safe, Krista tucked her wand in her pocket so she wouldn't be able to use it.
"Harry Potter—er—I'm not sure this is gonna work," Krista said, chortling nervously. "Um—I don' think I like you that way."
"But I love you," Harry told her. Lhia almost started to cry.
"But I don' love you," Krista said, "and don' you think that tha's a tad bit strong of a word to use. Ya know, the last time we spoke, I 'exed you."
"But I love you," Harry replied stubbornly. Krista sighed agitatedly. She held her hands out in front of her and thought of what to say.
"But you see, I don' love you," Krista said softly. Her brain jammed slightly. "I... I like someone else." Harry didn't seem to hear her and grabbed her hands.
"So we're going out?" Harry said, smiling.
"No! No, we are not goin' out!" Krista shouted, jumping again when Harry grabbed her hands. Lhia started to sob. Ron was confused. Krista was frustrated and confused.
"Then it's settled," Harry said, grinning broadly. "I'll announce it in the Great Hall tomorrow morning at breakfast." Lhia started sobbing even louder.
"No!! We are NOT goin' out!" Krista shrieked. Ron was confused even more. Krista was very frustrated. Did this boy have brains (does he)?
"I know, I can't believe it either," Harry sighed, nodding his head.
"No way, she can't be going out with you!" Ron shouted. But Harry nodded his head.
"Yes way, she can be going out with me," Harry told his red headed friend.
"No, she can't!" Ron yelled.
"Yes, she can!" Harry shouted.
"No, I can't!" Krista shrieked.
"Yes, you can!" Harry shouted.
"No, she can't!" Lhia sobbed.
"Yes, she can!" Harry shouted. Then, he noticed she was crying. "Why are you crying?" Lhia continued to sob crazily.
"This can't be happening!" Lhia cried out, tears streaming down her face, her cheeks very tear stained. Ron was getting angry. Krista was very frustrated. And Harry was confused (wait; isn't Ron supposed to be the confused one).
"I love her, why can't you to accept that?" Harry shouted, pointing at Ron and Lhia. She started crying even louder. Ron was angry (for some reason I don't know; wait...). This was so tiring on Krista, she started to cry—which was very unusual. "Don't worry; I'm right here." He hugged her and she freaked out.
"Stop, don' do that!" Krista screamed, jerking out of his arms. "Just leave me alone!" She ran towards the lake angrily and then remembered that she had detention with Snape in ten minutes. She screamed even louder and found that she had no pillow to beat senseless.
"Look what you've done!" Harry shouted at the two. Lhia fell to the ground and started crying. Hadn't he said that she'd go great with Weasley; not him? Her life was falling apart. Then, she remembered the Love Potion and suddenly felt better—for the most part.
"Look what we've done? Look what you've done!" Ron yelled hotly. "She doesn't like you like that, man! You're making her frustrated! And you can't love her!"
"Why not?" Harry questioned him angrily.
"Cos I like Ron Weasley; not you, Harry Potter!" Krista shrieked, running for the castle. "God, this is confusin'! I'm really sorry!" She stopped and turned to them. She waved good-bye. "Well, I'm glad I got that off of my chest! Now, I'm goin' to my funeral cos of detention with Snape in nine minutes! See you in Heaven—cos I am not going to Hell! I'm so sorry, Lhia!" Krista ran into the castle leaving Harry confused, Ron surprised, and Lhia wondering to see what Harry would do.
"She's just saying that," Harry noted. Lhia wondered how thick headed he really was (how much), but she still loved him no matter what. Ron rolled his eyes. "Okay, why can't I love her again, Ron?" Ron stared at him and then remembered.
"Because I like her!" Ron shouted. Lhia smiled; this would at least make Krista's night better and they'd still have pillows for tonight. Ron Weasley immediately stormed off into the castle after Krista, angry at Harry.
"Where are you going? You're not going to try and steal my girl, are you?" Harry questioned loudly. Lhia rolled her eyes.
"I have detention with Snape and Krista, you brainless git!" Ron yelled without looking back. Harry shouted something at him and Ron disappeared. Harry looked over and saw Lhia staring at him.
"Um... you want to go for a walk around the lake?" Harry blurted out. Taken by complete surprise, she nodded her head vigorously. "Cool, I need someone to talk to. I'm confused." She nodded her head; she was too. They began to walk around the lake.
"So... you like me, but I like Krista and so does Ron, but Krista likes Ron, got that straight?" Harry said very slowly. Lhia nodded her head serenely. "You like me?" Lhia nodded her head.
"I've always liked you," Lhia told him. He looked down at the ground.
"But I like Krista," Harry sighed. "And I'm going out with her." Lhia fought the urge to cry, slap Harry upside the head, run away, and scream, so she just rolled her eyes.
"Well... she hasn't agreed to that yet," Lhia told him knowingly.
"But I thought she said yes," Harry said, befuddled, scratching his head.
"No, she said the word 'no' a total of four times though," Lhia giggled. Harry stared at her, bewildered. Lhia shook her head. "She's always liked Weasley."
"And you've always like me?" Harry asked. Lhia nodded her head. "Well, I'm not promising anything. But... see you tomorrow."
And just like that, Harry walked away. Lhia was left standing there confused. She had nothing to do so she just walked back to the common room to fill Callista in on everything. Then, she realized that because of the ordeal, they had missed dinner. Her stomach rumbled. So... she had to go down to the kitchen, get some food, go to the Slytherin common room, tell Callista everything, and then work on her Love Potion. This was one confusing and full day.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters and the plot—which I am still trying to find. *If you find it, please tell.*
The Life of Lhia Watson~ Chapter Three: Who Likes Who? I Like You. What?!
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Lhia snuck into the Student Potions Storage Cupboard. She was lucky enough that all of the potion's ingredients weren't so exotic. She checked over her shoulder after she heard a noise. She looked over and it had just been the Bloody Baron floating by. Still, freaked enough to see a scary ghost, she began to hurry up and spill the potions into her bag.
Now that it was fully filled to its capacity, Lhia's backpack was probably going to split at the seams and tear in half. She walked slowly and turned the corners whistling a soft tune. Suddenly, she turned the corner and saw Peeves bobbling around in front of the Slytherin entrance. She cursed Peeves angrily. He just had to be there tonight of all nights. He just had to be in front of the entrance. She went to turn around and get out of his sight, but Peeves saw her and chased after her much to her dismay.
"Oy, what is a student doing outside of the common room before dinner?" Peeves cackled. He looked at her robes and saw the Slytherin crest. "Ah, up to no good, no doubt."
Lhia puffed up indignantly and began to shout, "Just because I'm in Slytherin doesn't mean that I'm a—"
"Oh, it's not because you're in Slytherin, you foolish little girl," Peeves snickered. Lhia stared at the trouble making ghost confusedly. She had been sure that that was it. She was so sure of it.
"Um... why is it then?" Lhia asked thickly.
"It's because you're a girl!" Peeves laughed as he spun off in the air. Lhia could've chucked a book at him, but didn't have enough time to pull a book out and throw it. So, instead, she blew a loud raspberry at him and stomped into the Slytherin common room angrily.
Callista looked up from her seat and saw her. She smiled brightly and motioned Lhia to come over to her. Lhia sauntered off over to the seat next to Callista. She sighed happily and she snuggled into the warm chair by the fire, the one she had been in just this morning, plotting to get Harry Potter. She smiled and dropped her heavy backpack with a thump! Callista looked at the large backpack questioningly, but Lhia didn't see. She pulled out some parchment, quill, an ink bottle, and her Potions textbook; she had an essay due for him in two days. And it was not a fun one either. She quickly zipped the bag up before Callista could see anything. Lhia suddenly realized that Krista wasn't there. She looked around and didn't see her.
"Callista, where's Krista?" Lhia asked, turning back to face her friend.
"Off improving her left hook on Lilanna's pillow," Callista said. Lhia laughed loudly. "No, I'm not joking. That's what she's actually doing. I saw her." At this, Lhia laughed even louder.
"Lilanna's going to have no pillows to sleep on," Lhia cooed happily. "Oh, how sad." The two friends laughed. Callista shook her head.
"After tomorrow night with her detention with Snape, none of us will have any pillows to sleep on," Callista giggled. Lhia laughed. She started writing her essay and they were silent. After a while, Lhia checked her watch.
"Oh my gosh, it's four o'clock!" Lhia exclaimed. Callista looked up from her homework, confused. She sucked on her sugar quill.
"Um... what's so good about four o'clock?" Callista asked her with her eyebrows raised. Lhia jumped up to her feet and crammed her stuff back in her backpack.
"I have to watch Harry's Quidditch practice secretly!" Lhia almost screamed. She stopped. "Do you think Krista will want to come?"
"I think it might cool her off," Callista noted.
"Okay, thanks," Lhia said. "Good-bye, Callista! See you at dinner."
"You too," Callista mumbled, getting back to her homework. Lhia got rid of her heavy backpack in the dormitory. Krista did want to go to see Weasley and they left the Slytherin dungeons as quickly and quietly as possible for the Quidditch Pitch. Krista had been in a very fowl mood in the dormitory; feathers were everywhere. Hearing the name "Ron Weasley" seemed to take her out of her angry mood. ("Ron Weasley? I'm there!")
The two friends hid in a very unnoticeable spot around the Quidditch Pitch. Lhia had her eyes on the elegant seeker, Harry Potter, on his Firebolt. It flowed around flawlessly as he searched for the Golden Snitch, so lazily to the point where he was almost sleeping (wait, I think he is sleeping). Lhia went into uncontrollable giggles as Harry did a back flip to show off for the new three chasers: Kaytie Winfield, Alexei Vincent, and Isabella Harden. Krista rolled her eyes and continued to watch Ron Weasley save another goal. She grinned broadly. When Harry did a breath taking dive, Lhia jumped up and hit her head on one of the stand seats that they were hiding under. Dazed, she held her head and stumbled around, but continued to watch. Harry did another risk taking dive and caught the Snitch.
Lhia was getting ready to scream with delight when Krista turned around swiftly and pointed her wand at Lhia's mouth. "Silencio!" Krista muttered. Lhia screamed, but no sound came out. At first, she was confused and then she looked at Krista's warning face in the dark. She nodded her head and Krista lifted the spell off of her.
"Thanks," Lhia sighed. Krista grinned brightly as she saw Ron almost fall off of his broom and kick the Quaffle away. She sighed and let her shoulders drop.
Suddenly, she got a great and crazy idea. She turned around to Lhia as they dropped to the ground for Harry's talk (he's Quidditch Captain, duh, who else would be? I was hoping Ron... wait, I'm the writer of this fic). Lhia looked confusedly at her friend. "C'mon, let's go," she said.
Krista grabbed Lhia's wrist and dragged her out of her hiding spot. While getting situated, Krista and Lhia did not hear that the rest of the Quidditch team booted Harry off as Quidditch Captain and replaced him with Ron Weasley. Harry got a little miffed that someone like a poor Weasley could beat him, Harry Potter, at something. But lucky for Ron, Ron tripped (is that really lucky?) and Harry forgot he was angry with him after five seconds and they laughed about Ron's trip. They walked separately from the rest of the Quidditch team back to the castle. Much to Lhia's protests, Krista pulled them both out of the darkness and into view.
"Oh my gosh, it's two Death Eaters!" Harry screamed in terror. Lhia shrieked and dropped to the ground, forgetting that she had a wand. Ron looked confused. Krista grasped her wand and pointed it around in the darkness.
"What? Where are the Death Eaters? Why are Death Eaters here? How did Death Eaters even get here?" Krista yelled, mystified. Harry began to run in circles, screaming at the tops of his lungs. In his blind terror, he grabbed Krista who shrieked from being startled and jumped about two feet in the air and almost right out of her Hogwarts robes (yes, she's still got them on). Harry shouted, Lhia screamed, Ron was confused, and Krista landed right into Harry's arms. Lhia saw this, but everything was so dark that she only saw Harry.
"Harry Potter saved us all; he caught the Death Eater!" Lhia squealed with delight when she saw Harry Potter holding a black figure. Ron was confused (yes, still, I would be too in this situation). Lhia got to her feet and smiled brightly (wait, it's dark).
"I'M NOT A DEATH EATER, YOU INSOLENT NARKS!!!" Krista boomed in Harry's arms. "Not you, Lhia."
"Oh, get out of Harry's arms, Krista!" Lhia whispered hurriedly. "I'm supposed to be in Harry's arms; not you!"
"I'll be glad to switch you places," Krista muttered. Harry was still holding her in his strong (weak) arms. She glared at him in the dark (so he didn't see it). "Will you, please, let go of me! You don't have to 'old me!"
"But I want to hold you," Harry simply said. Krista went wide-eyed and stared at him in disbelief, her brain jamming severely and confused. She could only think: Didn't he like Granger? Wait; he liked Granger? Does this boy have any brains at all? Now he likes me. Wait; he likes me? I'm confused. I like Ron Weasley; not Harry Potter. Um... could someone explain this to me?
"Oh!" Lhia cried.
"No!" Ron shouted. Her one true love just so happen to love her best friend—and not her—who happened to love her one true love's best friend—and not him (why Ron said 'no' really loud, we may never know. Maybe he has a certain thing for a certain person... ah, I dunno; wait...)
Lhia tried not to cry. "This is—"
"Very confusin' and sick'nin'!" Krista interjected. She awkwardly helped herself out of Harry's strong (weak) arms and planted her feet on the ground. "Why do all the people who I don' like that way like me that way?!" In an attempt to keep everyone safe, Krista tucked her wand in her pocket so she wouldn't be able to use it.
"Harry Potter—er—I'm not sure this is gonna work," Krista said, chortling nervously. "Um—I don' think I like you that way."
"But I love you," Harry told her. Lhia almost started to cry.
"But I don' love you," Krista said, "and don' you think that tha's a tad bit strong of a word to use. Ya know, the last time we spoke, I 'exed you."
"But I love you," Harry replied stubbornly. Krista sighed agitatedly. She held her hands out in front of her and thought of what to say.
"But you see, I don' love you," Krista said softly. Her brain jammed slightly. "I... I like someone else." Harry didn't seem to hear her and grabbed her hands.
"So we're going out?" Harry said, smiling.
"No! No, we are not goin' out!" Krista shouted, jumping again when Harry grabbed her hands. Lhia started to sob. Ron was confused. Krista was frustrated and confused.
"Then it's settled," Harry said, grinning broadly. "I'll announce it in the Great Hall tomorrow morning at breakfast." Lhia started sobbing even louder.
"No!! We are NOT goin' out!" Krista shrieked. Ron was confused even more. Krista was very frustrated. Did this boy have brains (does he)?
"I know, I can't believe it either," Harry sighed, nodding his head.
"No way, she can't be going out with you!" Ron shouted. But Harry nodded his head.
"Yes way, she can be going out with me," Harry told his red headed friend.
"No, she can't!" Ron yelled.
"Yes, she can!" Harry shouted.
"No, I can't!" Krista shrieked.
"Yes, you can!" Harry shouted.
"No, she can't!" Lhia sobbed.
"Yes, she can!" Harry shouted. Then, he noticed she was crying. "Why are you crying?" Lhia continued to sob crazily.
"This can't be happening!" Lhia cried out, tears streaming down her face, her cheeks very tear stained. Ron was getting angry. Krista was very frustrated. And Harry was confused (wait; isn't Ron supposed to be the confused one).
"I love her, why can't you to accept that?" Harry shouted, pointing at Ron and Lhia. She started crying even louder. Ron was angry (for some reason I don't know; wait...). This was so tiring on Krista, she started to cry—which was very unusual. "Don't worry; I'm right here." He hugged her and she freaked out.
"Stop, don' do that!" Krista screamed, jerking out of his arms. "Just leave me alone!" She ran towards the lake angrily and then remembered that she had detention with Snape in ten minutes. She screamed even louder and found that she had no pillow to beat senseless.
"Look what you've done!" Harry shouted at the two. Lhia fell to the ground and started crying. Hadn't he said that she'd go great with Weasley; not him? Her life was falling apart. Then, she remembered the Love Potion and suddenly felt better—for the most part.
"Look what we've done? Look what you've done!" Ron yelled hotly. "She doesn't like you like that, man! You're making her frustrated! And you can't love her!"
"Why not?" Harry questioned him angrily.
"Cos I like Ron Weasley; not you, Harry Potter!" Krista shrieked, running for the castle. "God, this is confusin'! I'm really sorry!" She stopped and turned to them. She waved good-bye. "Well, I'm glad I got that off of my chest! Now, I'm goin' to my funeral cos of detention with Snape in nine minutes! See you in Heaven—cos I am not going to Hell! I'm so sorry, Lhia!" Krista ran into the castle leaving Harry confused, Ron surprised, and Lhia wondering to see what Harry would do.
"She's just saying that," Harry noted. Lhia wondered how thick headed he really was (how much), but she still loved him no matter what. Ron rolled his eyes. "Okay, why can't I love her again, Ron?" Ron stared at him and then remembered.
"Because I like her!" Ron shouted. Lhia smiled; this would at least make Krista's night better and they'd still have pillows for tonight. Ron Weasley immediately stormed off into the castle after Krista, angry at Harry.
"Where are you going? You're not going to try and steal my girl, are you?" Harry questioned loudly. Lhia rolled her eyes.
"I have detention with Snape and Krista, you brainless git!" Ron yelled without looking back. Harry shouted something at him and Ron disappeared. Harry looked over and saw Lhia staring at him.
"Um... you want to go for a walk around the lake?" Harry blurted out. Taken by complete surprise, she nodded her head vigorously. "Cool, I need someone to talk to. I'm confused." She nodded her head; she was too. They began to walk around the lake.
"So... you like me, but I like Krista and so does Ron, but Krista likes Ron, got that straight?" Harry said very slowly. Lhia nodded her head serenely. "You like me?" Lhia nodded her head.
"I've always liked you," Lhia told him. He looked down at the ground.
"But I like Krista," Harry sighed. "And I'm going out with her." Lhia fought the urge to cry, slap Harry upside the head, run away, and scream, so she just rolled her eyes.
"Well... she hasn't agreed to that yet," Lhia told him knowingly.
"But I thought she said yes," Harry said, befuddled, scratching his head.
"No, she said the word 'no' a total of four times though," Lhia giggled. Harry stared at her, bewildered. Lhia shook her head. "She's always liked Weasley."
"And you've always like me?" Harry asked. Lhia nodded her head. "Well, I'm not promising anything. But... see you tomorrow."
And just like that, Harry walked away. Lhia was left standing there confused. She had nothing to do so she just walked back to the common room to fill Callista in on everything. Then, she realized that because of the ordeal, they had missed dinner. Her stomach rumbled. So... she had to go down to the kitchen, get some food, go to the Slytherin common room, tell Callista everything, and then work on her Love Potion. This was one confusing and full day.