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A/N: 6 reviews from 2 reviewer ^^ so cool. This chapter is a bit pointless, but then again, most are. I can't tell if I ended in a good spot.
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"So are we going to the quiddich cup?" Damon asked me during lunch. I was still thinking about the Ministry's serious nagging problem, so she caught me by surprise.
"Wha? Oh. *Sigh* I really don't want to. . . 'cause of all the Ministry members, but I guess I don't have a choice. I'm pretty sure they want the winning team's name etched on the cup. I don't know about you, but I think they wouldn't have a clue what to do if I just left instructions . . . . "I responded.
"Just tell them to get an other welter to do it instead.'Cause I don't wanna go ether. I mean, these are great seats, but still too many competitive people . . . and too many different races. It would be total chaos. Plus I've heard that the games can last for days. I personally am not that into quiddich. Even if I play on the team as a chaser." she sighed.
"I agree. Good idea."
We finished lunch and headed back to the shop. Finally after we closed up the shop at about 10 and the dementors had started to patrol the streets, Damon was getting ready to leave. I handed her a chocolate frog, while she drank a homemade potion that would keep the effects of the dementors away for about 5 minutes.
"So? Are we going to go school supply shopping tomorrow?" She asked
"Yea, I guess" I replied, annoyed of being reminded about the dress robes.
"Does 10 am sound good?"
"Fine. See ya, get home safely" I remarked indicating to the dementors. She nodded with a bit of a pale face and left. I locked up the shop and before you could drop a wand I was in bed, out like a light.
Saturday
I woke up early like I normally did. It was about 6:00 am. I was really groggy this morning. I went downstairs to the shop. I grabbed some parchment and ink and started to write a letter to the ministry, giving my idea about the whole Quiddich Cup. I then started to do the records of what was sold this week, since I neglected to do them yesterday. By the time I had finished them up, it was 10:00am and Damon had just come in, wearing dark blue robes.
"You've been working on the records all morning?" she asked.
"Yeah" I sighed. "Gimmie a few minutes and I'll be ready."
I put everything up and was back in a heartbeat. We decided to go and get all of our books first.
"I wonder who this year's Defense against the Dark Arts teacher is gonna be. . . "I wondered.
"Yea, me too" she agreed.
We worked hard at finding all of the school supplies in as much time as possible. Soon, though, the only thing left to buy where our dress robes.
"I thought this was something girls where supposed to like . . . ." Damon mumbled.
We walked into Madam Malkan's Robes for all Occasions. We booth didn't want to spend lots of money on these, so we went over to the clearance rack.
"Uck. Everything here is ether ripped, torn, lacey, or yellow . . . "I noted.
"Yeah. You're right. I don't know about you, but if I had to wear a dress robe in front of my fellow classmates, I would prefer it to be something I at least remotely liked." she looked pained at saying the next words. "I think I'm going to get a custom one . . ."
"Yeah . . . I guess you're right. Bye, bye money. . ." Though I knew I had plenty for a dress robe.
We thought about what we wanted and finally purchased them. (I'll give more details later). Soon we were out of that shop. We went back to the shop and looked over everything we bought and made sure we had it all. "Seems like I have everything I need. . ." I informed Damon when I finished.
"Same here" Damon agreed.
Just then, two owls flew in the shop through the open window. One of them was holding an unfriendly looking red letter, a howler. "Wha?" I wondered aloud, panicking. I decided to immediately open it, after instructing Damon to close the window.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN JUST GET AN OTHER WELTER TO CARVE THE WINNER'S NAMES ON THE CUP? WE ALREADY HIERED YOU SO, FINNISH YOUR JOB!" then the letter burst into flames.
"Ow, dude, my ears are ringing." Damon whined. Mine where too. "How rude where you in that letter?" She asked.
"I wasn't even rude; they're the jerks who sent the howler." I answered annoyed. "Looks like were going to have to go to the quiddich cup after all." I sadly pointed out.
"We're? Who said anything about us both?" she replied.
"Wha?! I couldn't believe her dropping out on me. She's acting like a total Slytherin. "Uck. Meanie!" I continued.
"Just jokin', I'll go. Only 'cause you're my best friend and will probably do something horrendous if I'm not there to help you." she mock- sighed.
Grr. I hate when she does that. "Hey, when is the Quiddich Cup anyways, eh?" I asked, just now realizing I hadn't a clue.
"Ya mean you don't know!" she exclaimed.
"Don't tell me that you don't!" I grumbled.
"Don't worry; if we listen to the radio then we're bound to find out."
"OK. . . ."
Damon was getting ready to leave. If I don't find out on the radio, then I guess I'll have to foolishly ask someone. . . . I turned on the radio to the WWN and listened to what they had to tell on the news. Finally after the Weird Sisters finished their song the DJ came on. She told the latest news. I soon picked up. 'Next Saturday will be a perfect day. Just what we'll need for the Quiddich Cup.' So, it was on a Saturday. That was good (Note: Not accurate!). I wonder if Damon will agree tomorrow.
The week trudges on, and our customers' anticipation could be seen a mile away. Even if we didn't find out when it was on the radio we could have certainly found out from the customers. "Ugg. What exactly will we need for the Cup eh?" Damon asked me, the day before.
"Um. I think all we're going to need is a tent, tickets and our patients. I'll need my materials, but all you need to bring is some muggle money for the camp and some things to change into." I replied distantly.
"Umm. Could you repeat that more clearly?"
"You'll need to come here wearing muggle clothes. You will need to bring things to change into. You will not need to bring a tent, or muggle money. I'll take care of that. If you want to sell some quiddich things there, since that is what we do, than so be it. Also bring some regular money for souvenirs." I said this all fast so I only prayed that Damon understood.
"OK. . . So how are we going to get there? And, I don't think I have any muggle clothes."
"Fine. I have some you can use. We'll get there by a portkey. The closest one will be out side Gringots."
"Ok. . ."
I slept a restless night. Something kept me up. I don't know what it was though. I didn't expect myself to be anxious. Soon before I knew it, morning had arrived. Damon came over early. I handed her the muggle clothes. We changed, and feeling foolish, grabbed our stuff and walked outside to where the port key was located. There was a bit of a line but we made it just the same. After being sucked to the camp we stood in line to pay to be let in. Sadly, when we reached the man I had trouble getting the money right. I had taken a course on this a while ago. . . . . Damon wasn't good at this ether, until.
"Hey! Is that you 'Lin. Damon??" The enthusiastic Ravenclaw yelled from behind us, Lain. She was being followed by two people that had to be her parents. "You need help with the money?" she asked, seeing as how we had the money in our hands and were looking confused. Of course! Lain had taken muggle classes! She could understand this damn money!
"Um, yea we could use a little help. . . ." I reluctantly answered. She then asked the total to the very confused, but polite man. She gave the correct amount for us all and we were let in. After we found out were our campsite was we realized that we were located fairly close to Lain. Damon and I then put up our magic tent. It was a nice tent that looked like a house on the inside. Definatly big enough for Damon and me.
A/N: What did I tell you? Kind of pointless....
A/N: 6 reviews from 2 reviewer ^^ so cool. This chapter is a bit pointless, but then again, most are. I can't tell if I ended in a good spot.
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"So are we going to the quiddich cup?" Damon asked me during lunch. I was still thinking about the Ministry's serious nagging problem, so she caught me by surprise.
"Wha? Oh. *Sigh* I really don't want to. . . 'cause of all the Ministry members, but I guess I don't have a choice. I'm pretty sure they want the winning team's name etched on the cup. I don't know about you, but I think they wouldn't have a clue what to do if I just left instructions . . . . "I responded.
"Just tell them to get an other welter to do it instead.'Cause I don't wanna go ether. I mean, these are great seats, but still too many competitive people . . . and too many different races. It would be total chaos. Plus I've heard that the games can last for days. I personally am not that into quiddich. Even if I play on the team as a chaser." she sighed.
"I agree. Good idea."
We finished lunch and headed back to the shop. Finally after we closed up the shop at about 10 and the dementors had started to patrol the streets, Damon was getting ready to leave. I handed her a chocolate frog, while she drank a homemade potion that would keep the effects of the dementors away for about 5 minutes.
"So? Are we going to go school supply shopping tomorrow?" She asked
"Yea, I guess" I replied, annoyed of being reminded about the dress robes.
"Does 10 am sound good?"
"Fine. See ya, get home safely" I remarked indicating to the dementors. She nodded with a bit of a pale face and left. I locked up the shop and before you could drop a wand I was in bed, out like a light.
Saturday
I woke up early like I normally did. It was about 6:00 am. I was really groggy this morning. I went downstairs to the shop. I grabbed some parchment and ink and started to write a letter to the ministry, giving my idea about the whole Quiddich Cup. I then started to do the records of what was sold this week, since I neglected to do them yesterday. By the time I had finished them up, it was 10:00am and Damon had just come in, wearing dark blue robes.
"You've been working on the records all morning?" she asked.
"Yeah" I sighed. "Gimmie a few minutes and I'll be ready."
I put everything up and was back in a heartbeat. We decided to go and get all of our books first.
"I wonder who this year's Defense against the Dark Arts teacher is gonna be. . . "I wondered.
"Yea, me too" she agreed.
We worked hard at finding all of the school supplies in as much time as possible. Soon, though, the only thing left to buy where our dress robes.
"I thought this was something girls where supposed to like . . . ." Damon mumbled.
We walked into Madam Malkan's Robes for all Occasions. We booth didn't want to spend lots of money on these, so we went over to the clearance rack.
"Uck. Everything here is ether ripped, torn, lacey, or yellow . . . "I noted.
"Yeah. You're right. I don't know about you, but if I had to wear a dress robe in front of my fellow classmates, I would prefer it to be something I at least remotely liked." she looked pained at saying the next words. "I think I'm going to get a custom one . . ."
"Yeah . . . I guess you're right. Bye, bye money. . ." Though I knew I had plenty for a dress robe.
We thought about what we wanted and finally purchased them. (I'll give more details later). Soon we were out of that shop. We went back to the shop and looked over everything we bought and made sure we had it all. "Seems like I have everything I need. . ." I informed Damon when I finished.
"Same here" Damon agreed.
Just then, two owls flew in the shop through the open window. One of them was holding an unfriendly looking red letter, a howler. "Wha?" I wondered aloud, panicking. I decided to immediately open it, after instructing Damon to close the window.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN JUST GET AN OTHER WELTER TO CARVE THE WINNER'S NAMES ON THE CUP? WE ALREADY HIERED YOU SO, FINNISH YOUR JOB!" then the letter burst into flames.
"Ow, dude, my ears are ringing." Damon whined. Mine where too. "How rude where you in that letter?" She asked.
"I wasn't even rude; they're the jerks who sent the howler." I answered annoyed. "Looks like were going to have to go to the quiddich cup after all." I sadly pointed out.
"We're? Who said anything about us both?" she replied.
"Wha?! I couldn't believe her dropping out on me. She's acting like a total Slytherin. "Uck. Meanie!" I continued.
"Just jokin', I'll go. Only 'cause you're my best friend and will probably do something horrendous if I'm not there to help you." she mock- sighed.
Grr. I hate when she does that. "Hey, when is the Quiddich Cup anyways, eh?" I asked, just now realizing I hadn't a clue.
"Ya mean you don't know!" she exclaimed.
"Don't tell me that you don't!" I grumbled.
"Don't worry; if we listen to the radio then we're bound to find out."
"OK. . . ."
Damon was getting ready to leave. If I don't find out on the radio, then I guess I'll have to foolishly ask someone. . . . I turned on the radio to the WWN and listened to what they had to tell on the news. Finally after the Weird Sisters finished their song the DJ came on. She told the latest news. I soon picked up. 'Next Saturday will be a perfect day. Just what we'll need for the Quiddich Cup.' So, it was on a Saturday. That was good (Note: Not accurate!). I wonder if Damon will agree tomorrow.
The week trudges on, and our customers' anticipation could be seen a mile away. Even if we didn't find out when it was on the radio we could have certainly found out from the customers. "Ugg. What exactly will we need for the Cup eh?" Damon asked me, the day before.
"Um. I think all we're going to need is a tent, tickets and our patients. I'll need my materials, but all you need to bring is some muggle money for the camp and some things to change into." I replied distantly.
"Umm. Could you repeat that more clearly?"
"You'll need to come here wearing muggle clothes. You will need to bring things to change into. You will not need to bring a tent, or muggle money. I'll take care of that. If you want to sell some quiddich things there, since that is what we do, than so be it. Also bring some regular money for souvenirs." I said this all fast so I only prayed that Damon understood.
"OK. . . So how are we going to get there? And, I don't think I have any muggle clothes."
"Fine. I have some you can use. We'll get there by a portkey. The closest one will be out side Gringots."
"Ok. . ."
I slept a restless night. Something kept me up. I don't know what it was though. I didn't expect myself to be anxious. Soon before I knew it, morning had arrived. Damon came over early. I handed her the muggle clothes. We changed, and feeling foolish, grabbed our stuff and walked outside to where the port key was located. There was a bit of a line but we made it just the same. After being sucked to the camp we stood in line to pay to be let in. Sadly, when we reached the man I had trouble getting the money right. I had taken a course on this a while ago. . . . . Damon wasn't good at this ether, until.
"Hey! Is that you 'Lin. Damon??" The enthusiastic Ravenclaw yelled from behind us, Lain. She was being followed by two people that had to be her parents. "You need help with the money?" she asked, seeing as how we had the money in our hands and were looking confused. Of course! Lain had taken muggle classes! She could understand this damn money!
"Um, yea we could use a little help. . . ." I reluctantly answered. She then asked the total to the very confused, but polite man. She gave the correct amount for us all and we were let in. After we found out were our campsite was we realized that we were located fairly close to Lain. Damon and I then put up our magic tent. It was a nice tent that looked like a house on the inside. Definatly big enough for Damon and me.
A/N: What did I tell you? Kind of pointless....