~Sorry this has taken me sooo long to get up, it's been a very busy time for me. But here it is, enjoy! ^.^~
The first week of school passed by as a blur of faces, classrooms, and sounds. Teachers wasted zero time on review, most going directly into this years classwork and homework. Although Cedric was new, he was treated no different. Not that it bothered the boy, he enjoyed the challenge of keeping up with the work. Having a group of friends to turn to when situations got a little tough always helped too. True Chad hadn't been around much since his little show in the great hall, but Cedric thought nothing of it. Times had not been so great for his new friend and he respected that. Besides, even with Chad gone, that still left three other people to dump homework on.
And of course when times got really tight, there was always the comfort of writing letters back home. The boy wrote to his mother every night, kept them together and mailed them collectivly on Saturday morning. He figured it was easier on both him, and his Amazon parott, Peetrie.
Feeling unsettled and restless, he looked up from the parchment of his last weekly letter, and gazed blankly around his shared room. Before he moved in the room had been Michael's domain of blandness. Since Cedric's arrival, the room had taken colour, shape, and character. Perhaps the tropical decorating theme had something to do with it...
"What the heck," questioned Michael, walking into the dorm, "do you have to say to your mother that has taken you so long to write?"
Cedric could not help, but grin. "Hogwarts is a very bust place Mike. There is much to talk about. Don't mean to change topics here pal, but are you going somewhere tonight?"
Reaching into his trunk, Michael chuckled. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Gee, hmm. I wonder." Eyes rolled with sarcasim. "You took a half-hour shower, spent the time and effort to style your hair into that perfect look, and cleaned and pressed not to mention lint-rolled your black pants. I mean come on mate, how often do you lint-roll anything of your wardrobe?"
Looking up from his trunk, Michael caught his reflection in the mirror, and liked what he saw. Yes, Cedric was right about his pants, but the playful bantering didn't bother Michael. After all, it was Cedric's lint-roller he'd used...
"Cedric, I have a very big favour to ask of you." Pleaded Michael, turning to face his friend.
Putting down his parrot feather quill, Cedric sighed. "Only if you tell me where you're going tonight, and why I'm not invited."
"Fine." Sighed Michael. "It's been a tradition now for the past two years for Katie and I to meet her parents for dinner the first Friday of the new school year, in Hogsmead. Kind of like a date, but with her parents breathing down my neck waiting for any bad moves on my part. A fun evening to look forward to."
"Ah," nodded Cedric, "well in that case, what's your favour?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Your silver dress-shirt, is it clean?"
Cedric's mouth gaped open, then quickly became a wide-spred grin. "Are you sure you want to look that flamboyant for meeting the rents?"
"They've seen me in worse."
Cedric shook his head. "Don't want to know. It's hanging up in the closet. As long as you're sure about this..."
Walking over to the closet, Michael slid over the mirrored door and gazed deep into the heart of Cedric's wardrobe. He found the silk ruffled shirt almost instantly, the matching silver belt on the shelf above it. Collecting both thinkgs, he slid back the door, and turned to look at Cedric.
"So how do I do this?" He asked in a casual tone.
Again Cedric put down his quill. "Quite simple. Shirt goes on like a regular shirt, belt goes around your waist, over your pants, through your belt loops. What's so difficult about that?"
Shruging his shoulders, Michael followed Cedric's simple instructions, instantly loving the feel of the silk against his damp, tanned skin. The shirt hung a little long on Michael then it did on Cedric, but that was due to the fact that Michael was shorter by a few inches. starting at the bottom of the shirt, he began to do up the small buttons with nervous fingers. A slow, but sucessful process. Gingerly he tucked in the shirt, trying with great difficulty to not catch the ruffles in his pants zipper. The belt hung off his sturdy hips, blending together the pants and shirt.
"Not bad," commented Cedric dryly, "but what are you planning to accessorize with?"
Michael's head began to spin in a sickning way. Accessories were not something he thought of for himself. On average, the only jewelry he'd worn was a watch. To him though, a watch was not an accessory, it was a nessisity.
Judging the worried look on his roomate's face, Cedric chuckled. "Alright, so you hadn't thought about that. Mat I make a suggestion then?"
Not waiting for the reply he put down the letter, and got off the bed. Walking the short distance over to his dresser, he carefully slid out the top drawer. Jewelry box after jewelry box lay inside the drawer, all different shapes, sizes, and colours. Selecting three from near the back of the drawer, he spun slightly to face Michael, hip-checking the door back into place.
"Try these." He suggested, handing the three to Michael.
There was an odd moment of silence where he waited patiently for the explination from Cedric, that did not come. Shrugging off Cedric's silence, he reached for the first of three boxes.
"What are you going to do while I'm gone?" He questioned, slipping the heavy silver cross on the leather string around his neck.
"Don't know." Answered Cedric. "Hermione's been talking about getting together for a game of wizard's chess, and a spot of tea. Perhaps if she's not doing anything I'll chill with her for the night."
A worried look crossed Michael's face. "Granger, Hermione?"
"Chad's Hermione." Replied Cedric.
Michael nodded, snapping the Rolax watch into place. "Same person. Wonder why she wants to get together with you."
"Don't know." Shrugged Cedric. "Guess I'm just going to have to find out now, aren't I."
"Yep." Chuckled Michael, pulling a pair of black sunglasses from the last box. "How do I look?"
Cedric grinned. "Sharp. Don't forget to bring her a rose tonight."
The smile drifted off Michael's face. "A rose? Where do you think I'm going to get one from, living at Hogwarts?"
"You're a wizard, aren't you?"
"Yeah..."
"Then make one."
"One good thing about me leaving tonight Hermione, you've got the place to yourself. Best friend intiuition tells me you're having Chad over."
Hermione set down her text on the desk before her, and glared viciously at Katie. "For your information, I intend to spend this evening alone. I have spent all week in the company of males. I wish nothing more then to have a quiet evening to myself thank you."
Katie smoothed the cocco coloured skirt over her tonned thighs, and down her slender legs. "Then I guess Cedric's out of the picture aswell, hmm?"
Hermione blushed a deep crimson, all the way to the roots of her light-brown hair. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You tell me," grinned Katie, "you're the one going as red as a tomato."
Playfully Hermione stuck out her tongue at the other girl. "Just because you're my best friend doesn't mean I have to tell you everything."
Katie shrugged. "True. Does Chad know?"
"Know what?" Questioned Hermione, a false tone of innocence ringing through her voice.
"Know that you have a thing for the new boy. Where's my make-up kit?"
"On the shelf above your bed, and for the last time I don't have a thing for pretty boy."
Katie started to chuckle. "Pretty boy? There's a sign right there."
"A sign of what?" Huffed Hermione.
Replacing the eyeshadow brush back in it's case, Katie turned to look at Hermione. "A sign that you like him, you're just in denial of it. But you know, if you want Mr. Pretty Boy, you're going to have to act quickly before Jason gets to him..."
The idea of Jason Turner hitting on Cedric Didgery was not something Hermione had thought of, nor wanted to think of. Jason's parents were substantually wealthy, and for a family treat, had taken a full two month cruise through the Bahamas. Jason was due back tomorrow. That didn't leave Hermione much time...
Picking up her quill and a piece of parchment she began writting a quick note.
"Well enjoy your evening alone tonight Hermione." Said Katie, slipping her dancers feet into her leather evening shoes.
"I will." Replied Hermione, quill gliding over the parchment violently. "I don't know if I'm going to be here when you get back."
"Alright. Just don't get into any trouble."
"Oh don't worry about me," chuckled Hermione, rolling up the parchment with a bit of string, "I'll stay out of trouble..."
~Can't say when Chapter 4's going to be up...it all depends upon how much spare time I'll have~
The first week of school passed by as a blur of faces, classrooms, and sounds. Teachers wasted zero time on review, most going directly into this years classwork and homework. Although Cedric was new, he was treated no different. Not that it bothered the boy, he enjoyed the challenge of keeping up with the work. Having a group of friends to turn to when situations got a little tough always helped too. True Chad hadn't been around much since his little show in the great hall, but Cedric thought nothing of it. Times had not been so great for his new friend and he respected that. Besides, even with Chad gone, that still left three other people to dump homework on.
And of course when times got really tight, there was always the comfort of writing letters back home. The boy wrote to his mother every night, kept them together and mailed them collectivly on Saturday morning. He figured it was easier on both him, and his Amazon parott, Peetrie.
Feeling unsettled and restless, he looked up from the parchment of his last weekly letter, and gazed blankly around his shared room. Before he moved in the room had been Michael's domain of blandness. Since Cedric's arrival, the room had taken colour, shape, and character. Perhaps the tropical decorating theme had something to do with it...
"What the heck," questioned Michael, walking into the dorm, "do you have to say to your mother that has taken you so long to write?"
Cedric could not help, but grin. "Hogwarts is a very bust place Mike. There is much to talk about. Don't mean to change topics here pal, but are you going somewhere tonight?"
Reaching into his trunk, Michael chuckled. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Gee, hmm. I wonder." Eyes rolled with sarcasim. "You took a half-hour shower, spent the time and effort to style your hair into that perfect look, and cleaned and pressed not to mention lint-rolled your black pants. I mean come on mate, how often do you lint-roll anything of your wardrobe?"
Looking up from his trunk, Michael caught his reflection in the mirror, and liked what he saw. Yes, Cedric was right about his pants, but the playful bantering didn't bother Michael. After all, it was Cedric's lint-roller he'd used...
"Cedric, I have a very big favour to ask of you." Pleaded Michael, turning to face his friend.
Putting down his parrot feather quill, Cedric sighed. "Only if you tell me where you're going tonight, and why I'm not invited."
"Fine." Sighed Michael. "It's been a tradition now for the past two years for Katie and I to meet her parents for dinner the first Friday of the new school year, in Hogsmead. Kind of like a date, but with her parents breathing down my neck waiting for any bad moves on my part. A fun evening to look forward to."
"Ah," nodded Cedric, "well in that case, what's your favour?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Your silver dress-shirt, is it clean?"
Cedric's mouth gaped open, then quickly became a wide-spred grin. "Are you sure you want to look that flamboyant for meeting the rents?"
"They've seen me in worse."
Cedric shook his head. "Don't want to know. It's hanging up in the closet. As long as you're sure about this..."
Walking over to the closet, Michael slid over the mirrored door and gazed deep into the heart of Cedric's wardrobe. He found the silk ruffled shirt almost instantly, the matching silver belt on the shelf above it. Collecting both thinkgs, he slid back the door, and turned to look at Cedric.
"So how do I do this?" He asked in a casual tone.
Again Cedric put down his quill. "Quite simple. Shirt goes on like a regular shirt, belt goes around your waist, over your pants, through your belt loops. What's so difficult about that?"
Shruging his shoulders, Michael followed Cedric's simple instructions, instantly loving the feel of the silk against his damp, tanned skin. The shirt hung a little long on Michael then it did on Cedric, but that was due to the fact that Michael was shorter by a few inches. starting at the bottom of the shirt, he began to do up the small buttons with nervous fingers. A slow, but sucessful process. Gingerly he tucked in the shirt, trying with great difficulty to not catch the ruffles in his pants zipper. The belt hung off his sturdy hips, blending together the pants and shirt.
"Not bad," commented Cedric dryly, "but what are you planning to accessorize with?"
Michael's head began to spin in a sickning way. Accessories were not something he thought of for himself. On average, the only jewelry he'd worn was a watch. To him though, a watch was not an accessory, it was a nessisity.
Judging the worried look on his roomate's face, Cedric chuckled. "Alright, so you hadn't thought about that. Mat I make a suggestion then?"
Not waiting for the reply he put down the letter, and got off the bed. Walking the short distance over to his dresser, he carefully slid out the top drawer. Jewelry box after jewelry box lay inside the drawer, all different shapes, sizes, and colours. Selecting three from near the back of the drawer, he spun slightly to face Michael, hip-checking the door back into place.
"Try these." He suggested, handing the three to Michael.
There was an odd moment of silence where he waited patiently for the explination from Cedric, that did not come. Shrugging off Cedric's silence, he reached for the first of three boxes.
"What are you going to do while I'm gone?" He questioned, slipping the heavy silver cross on the leather string around his neck.
"Don't know." Answered Cedric. "Hermione's been talking about getting together for a game of wizard's chess, and a spot of tea. Perhaps if she's not doing anything I'll chill with her for the night."
A worried look crossed Michael's face. "Granger, Hermione?"
"Chad's Hermione." Replied Cedric.
Michael nodded, snapping the Rolax watch into place. "Same person. Wonder why she wants to get together with you."
"Don't know." Shrugged Cedric. "Guess I'm just going to have to find out now, aren't I."
"Yep." Chuckled Michael, pulling a pair of black sunglasses from the last box. "How do I look?"
Cedric grinned. "Sharp. Don't forget to bring her a rose tonight."
The smile drifted off Michael's face. "A rose? Where do you think I'm going to get one from, living at Hogwarts?"
"You're a wizard, aren't you?"
"Yeah..."
"Then make one."
"One good thing about me leaving tonight Hermione, you've got the place to yourself. Best friend intiuition tells me you're having Chad over."
Hermione set down her text on the desk before her, and glared viciously at Katie. "For your information, I intend to spend this evening alone. I have spent all week in the company of males. I wish nothing more then to have a quiet evening to myself thank you."
Katie smoothed the cocco coloured skirt over her tonned thighs, and down her slender legs. "Then I guess Cedric's out of the picture aswell, hmm?"
Hermione blushed a deep crimson, all the way to the roots of her light-brown hair. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You tell me," grinned Katie, "you're the one going as red as a tomato."
Playfully Hermione stuck out her tongue at the other girl. "Just because you're my best friend doesn't mean I have to tell you everything."
Katie shrugged. "True. Does Chad know?"
"Know what?" Questioned Hermione, a false tone of innocence ringing through her voice.
"Know that you have a thing for the new boy. Where's my make-up kit?"
"On the shelf above your bed, and for the last time I don't have a thing for pretty boy."
Katie started to chuckle. "Pretty boy? There's a sign right there."
"A sign of what?" Huffed Hermione.
Replacing the eyeshadow brush back in it's case, Katie turned to look at Hermione. "A sign that you like him, you're just in denial of it. But you know, if you want Mr. Pretty Boy, you're going to have to act quickly before Jason gets to him..."
The idea of Jason Turner hitting on Cedric Didgery was not something Hermione had thought of, nor wanted to think of. Jason's parents were substantually wealthy, and for a family treat, had taken a full two month cruise through the Bahamas. Jason was due back tomorrow. That didn't leave Hermione much time...
Picking up her quill and a piece of parchment she began writting a quick note.
"Well enjoy your evening alone tonight Hermione." Said Katie, slipping her dancers feet into her leather evening shoes.
"I will." Replied Hermione, quill gliding over the parchment violently. "I don't know if I'm going to be here when you get back."
"Alright. Just don't get into any trouble."
"Oh don't worry about me," chuckled Hermione, rolling up the parchment with a bit of string, "I'll stay out of trouble..."
~Can't say when Chapter 4's going to be up...it all depends upon how much spare time I'll have~