Hi! Thanks again for the replies! They're great! I love you guys! And I'm glad you like my fic. I guess by now you know who that boy is. He's reappearing again in this post.
Chapter 6
The next week passed just like any other week. I was counting down the days to the day I'll be leaving for Hogwarts. Just three more weeks. My father summoned me once again the following week. And yet again, I wondered what for...
I met him in the living room this time, the large antique decorated room filled with squashy armchairs, aged tables with family photos on them during the better times. Father had mentioned my mother loved country style interior.
This time, he wasn't alone. Together with him was a dark haired man, balding slightly. He had a kind grin on his face and he smiled when I walked in. The other person, just slightly shorter than him was...
"You!" We said scathingly at each other. Well, I sounded scornful, but he sounded slightly delightful. I frowned at him and then cast a confused look at my father.
Not wanting to be rude, I held back all the nasty remarks I so dearly wanted to throw at him. My father got up, put one hand on my back and steered me towards them. I glared at him cynically as my father grinned happily. I don't know what's wrong with him... I'm standing in front of the stupid kid that threw a water balloon at me and cursed me into the creek!
"You've both met?" My father asked.
"We've met," I muttered icily.
"Delightful then. Reine, this is Mr Potter," he replied. He cleared his throat slightly and glanced at the other man, I'm assuming is the boy's father.
"My son's from Hogwarts too, Reine, same year as you'll be," he explained.
"Yeah?" I asked, not in an interested way, more of a so-what way.
"Reine..." I heard my father mutter under his breath.
"Yes, um, James is going to Diagon Alley to get his school supplies today," explained Mr Potter.
"I am?" Asked the boy irritably.
"Yes you are, son," said the father, casting a very meaningful look at him. "And we, that is to say, your father and I, were thinking that maybe you two could go together. Get to know each other better..." He trailed off.
I was disgusted at the idea. I can't see myself walking side by side with that boy...what's his name? James? Anyway, I didn't want to get to know him better... and I'm sure he doesn't want to know me anyway. My father gave me a sharp nudge in my back and I looked at him.
"What?" I hissed.
"Go on..."
I shook my head desperately but he fixed me with a stern stare. I gave in. "Fine..." I told Mr Potter somewhat hesitantly.
"Wonderful," said Mr Potter happily, clapping his hands once. "Here, James." He handed James a drawstring bag full of coins. "Mr McKinnon sir, we have to leave soon."
"Yes, yes of course, Andrew," said father hastily switching to business mode. That was what he was best at doing. "Reine, here's the money to buy your books and supplies. The list is in the letter." Then he and Mr Potter walked out casually talking about future research plans of some sort.
I looked back at James, who was wearing a thoroughly bored and tired sort of look. "Better get going then," he said simply and marched past me out the door, intentionally banging his shoulder against mine as he went. I really felt like hexing right there and then, but managed to resist the urge and instead took several deep breaths.
He walked briskly out towards the front doors where his carriage was waiting. I jogged till I caught up with him.
"Hey wait, I didn't bring my list along," I said.
He halted and turned with a strained patient look on his face. "Well get it then."
I nodded and turned. I ran up the main staircase and just briefly saw about three house elves rushing towards him with trays of cakes and chocolates.
I returned a short while later, the list folded neatly in my robe pocket. I hurried down the stairs towards him.
"You take ages don't you?" He asked as he popped an éclair into his mouth.
I frowned at him. If he only knew how big the house was and how far away my bedroom was. He turned and I closed my eyes for a second and opened them again. I marched after him. He walked fast towards the black carriage. He opened the door and jumped in swiftly. I knew he was thoroughly aware that I was about to enter, but instead of leaving it open for me, he reached out, flashed a mischievous grin and slammed it shut.
"Hey!" I whined as I pulled open the door and climbed in. "Ever heard of manners?"
He rolled his eyes and stared out the window as the carriage jerked slightly and moved out of the driveway towards the large iron gates. I sat as far away from him as possible, and like him, stared out of the window as the carriage moved along the countryside.
"Hey listen," he said quietly, his voice low. "If I knew you were my dad's boss' daughter I wouldn't have thrown that water balloon at you the other day."
I looked at him, my eyebrows raised. I smiled. "Really?"
He looked at me and for a split second I got lost into those warm hazel eyes. "No!" He cracked up. And I was jerked painfully from my fantasy. I frowned. "You should've seen your face!"
I scowled and returned to watching the passing hills and trees, cursing myself for falling for his false charms. The sky was bright blue with few clouds and a gentle wind blew through the windows, helping me to gradually let go of my irritation. For seventeen, he sure was acting like a seven year old kid.
A while later, he said, "Listen, I know what our fathers are trying to do."
"What?" I asked grumpily, though I was pretty sure I knew the answer. I guess if I had said it out aloud, it would come true... That sounded stupid... I simply can't admit it to myself I suppose...
"You're mighty slow aren't you?" He scoffed.
"Shut up if you've got nothing better to say than insult me," I snapped.
The carriage finally came to a stop and I quickly climbed out of the carriage, careful to slam the door behind me. There was a small muffled shout from behind and the carriage door reopened again, and James got out. He wore a frown, which surprisingly, disappeared, to be replaced with a smirk.
"Feisty," he said, still wearing the handsome smirk across his lips. Argh! What am I thinking! He's a stupid jerk! Ahh, but those eyes... a dreamy voice in my head crooned. The irresistible bad-boy charm... Bad is right! Bad! I shook myself mentally.
"I like how you play it, Reine," he said coyly, winking. My stomach did a somersault. I blinked back at him as he ruffled his hair casually and headed down the path that snaked through a street full of shops and bustling shoppers.
Chapter 6
The next week passed just like any other week. I was counting down the days to the day I'll be leaving for Hogwarts. Just three more weeks. My father summoned me once again the following week. And yet again, I wondered what for...
I met him in the living room this time, the large antique decorated room filled with squashy armchairs, aged tables with family photos on them during the better times. Father had mentioned my mother loved country style interior.
This time, he wasn't alone. Together with him was a dark haired man, balding slightly. He had a kind grin on his face and he smiled when I walked in. The other person, just slightly shorter than him was...
"You!" We said scathingly at each other. Well, I sounded scornful, but he sounded slightly delightful. I frowned at him and then cast a confused look at my father.
Not wanting to be rude, I held back all the nasty remarks I so dearly wanted to throw at him. My father got up, put one hand on my back and steered me towards them. I glared at him cynically as my father grinned happily. I don't know what's wrong with him... I'm standing in front of the stupid kid that threw a water balloon at me and cursed me into the creek!
"You've both met?" My father asked.
"We've met," I muttered icily.
"Delightful then. Reine, this is Mr Potter," he replied. He cleared his throat slightly and glanced at the other man, I'm assuming is the boy's father.
"My son's from Hogwarts too, Reine, same year as you'll be," he explained.
"Yeah?" I asked, not in an interested way, more of a so-what way.
"Reine..." I heard my father mutter under his breath.
"Yes, um, James is going to Diagon Alley to get his school supplies today," explained Mr Potter.
"I am?" Asked the boy irritably.
"Yes you are, son," said the father, casting a very meaningful look at him. "And we, that is to say, your father and I, were thinking that maybe you two could go together. Get to know each other better..." He trailed off.
I was disgusted at the idea. I can't see myself walking side by side with that boy...what's his name? James? Anyway, I didn't want to get to know him better... and I'm sure he doesn't want to know me anyway. My father gave me a sharp nudge in my back and I looked at him.
"What?" I hissed.
"Go on..."
I shook my head desperately but he fixed me with a stern stare. I gave in. "Fine..." I told Mr Potter somewhat hesitantly.
"Wonderful," said Mr Potter happily, clapping his hands once. "Here, James." He handed James a drawstring bag full of coins. "Mr McKinnon sir, we have to leave soon."
"Yes, yes of course, Andrew," said father hastily switching to business mode. That was what he was best at doing. "Reine, here's the money to buy your books and supplies. The list is in the letter." Then he and Mr Potter walked out casually talking about future research plans of some sort.
I looked back at James, who was wearing a thoroughly bored and tired sort of look. "Better get going then," he said simply and marched past me out the door, intentionally banging his shoulder against mine as he went. I really felt like hexing right there and then, but managed to resist the urge and instead took several deep breaths.
He walked briskly out towards the front doors where his carriage was waiting. I jogged till I caught up with him.
"Hey wait, I didn't bring my list along," I said.
He halted and turned with a strained patient look on his face. "Well get it then."
I nodded and turned. I ran up the main staircase and just briefly saw about three house elves rushing towards him with trays of cakes and chocolates.
I returned a short while later, the list folded neatly in my robe pocket. I hurried down the stairs towards him.
"You take ages don't you?" He asked as he popped an éclair into his mouth.
I frowned at him. If he only knew how big the house was and how far away my bedroom was. He turned and I closed my eyes for a second and opened them again. I marched after him. He walked fast towards the black carriage. He opened the door and jumped in swiftly. I knew he was thoroughly aware that I was about to enter, but instead of leaving it open for me, he reached out, flashed a mischievous grin and slammed it shut.
"Hey!" I whined as I pulled open the door and climbed in. "Ever heard of manners?"
He rolled his eyes and stared out the window as the carriage jerked slightly and moved out of the driveway towards the large iron gates. I sat as far away from him as possible, and like him, stared out of the window as the carriage moved along the countryside.
"Hey listen," he said quietly, his voice low. "If I knew you were my dad's boss' daughter I wouldn't have thrown that water balloon at you the other day."
I looked at him, my eyebrows raised. I smiled. "Really?"
He looked at me and for a split second I got lost into those warm hazel eyes. "No!" He cracked up. And I was jerked painfully from my fantasy. I frowned. "You should've seen your face!"
I scowled and returned to watching the passing hills and trees, cursing myself for falling for his false charms. The sky was bright blue with few clouds and a gentle wind blew through the windows, helping me to gradually let go of my irritation. For seventeen, he sure was acting like a seven year old kid.
A while later, he said, "Listen, I know what our fathers are trying to do."
"What?" I asked grumpily, though I was pretty sure I knew the answer. I guess if I had said it out aloud, it would come true... That sounded stupid... I simply can't admit it to myself I suppose...
"You're mighty slow aren't you?" He scoffed.
"Shut up if you've got nothing better to say than insult me," I snapped.
The carriage finally came to a stop and I quickly climbed out of the carriage, careful to slam the door behind me. There was a small muffled shout from behind and the carriage door reopened again, and James got out. He wore a frown, which surprisingly, disappeared, to be replaced with a smirk.
"Feisty," he said, still wearing the handsome smirk across his lips. Argh! What am I thinking! He's a stupid jerk! Ahh, but those eyes... a dreamy voice in my head crooned. The irresistible bad-boy charm... Bad is right! Bad! I shook myself mentally.
"I like how you play it, Reine," he said coyly, winking. My stomach did a somersault. I blinked back at him as he ruffled his hair casually and headed down the path that snaked through a street full of shops and bustling shoppers.