Chapter 4
Des appeared from behind him, smiling brightly and twisting her blond curly hair around her finger.
"Come on, Ron. K?"
She paced several steps ahead of him that he had to pull her to slow her down.
"Take your time, Des." He whispered.
The four of them walked into the Street Café.
"Bonjour, Madames, Miseurs, Welcome to La Street Café ."
Ron was already confused. He didn't know what they were saying to him.
After the settled in, Des targeted Lavender.
"So Lavender, How's Life?"
Lavender looked alarmed."Uh, why do you ask?"
"I just want to know if what I hear at this little shop down the street is true."
Ron knew exactly what Desi was getting at. Lavender was from around here, and her mom and dad both had businesses near the area they were eating.
Lavender's eyes caught her's. She knew exactly what Des was getting at.
"What have you heard?"
"Oh, you know I wouldn't want to spread a rumor if it's not true."
Hermione coughed."Ron, look, they have fish. Let's go look!"
Ron reluctantly got up with Hermione and looked at the fish to leave the girls alone.
"Tell me what you told them."
"Only that you are the biggest snot in the school, you're failing and you have the reputation of a prostitute."
"But that's not true!"
"You know, I did hear about the thing with Cho."
"Look Des, I think it's great you left, it's totally your choice, but I don't wanna die either. Leave me and my family the hell alone."
Lavender stood up, and glared at Des.
"You know, Lav, I never had respect for you." Des took the bottle of Canadian water, and turned it upside down over Lavender.
"Welcome back to Canada."
Des exited before Lavender could say a word, Hermione ran over to see what happened, and Ron bolted.
Again, he had been deserted. It had started to rain. There he was, running through the streets of Vancouver, in the rain, without the proper id or and money at all.
"DESTINY!"
Cars honked as they passed, mostly because they were filled with girls.
He pulled out a slip of paper with lines draw sideways and across.
'Why did Cho die?'
He stopped running and sat down on a bench. It was still raining.
He started to have a flash back.
He was standing in the room of the ball. Des was in front of him a few steps. She glared at Cho.
"You betrayed me, Destiny. You stole my man."
Ron looked nervously around the room.
"Cho, for once, STOP lying!"
There was an accepted agreement to what Des said.
"He doesn't like you Des."
"He never loved you at all."
Silence.
Silence.
"You'll pay for that."
Ron saw Cho grab for her wand, but she was too slow. Des had already cursed her, and no one from school would ever see her for a long time.
Ron blinked. It was still raining. A girl was tapping him on the shoulder. "Bonjour."
'Ah, shit. French!' "Hi."She held out her hand to help him, and he got up.
"Je m'appelle Shannelle."
"Hi, I'm Ron."
"Ron."
"Shannelle?"
"Yes."
"You speak English?"
"Very little."
She looked like a movie star, well all girls Ron liked had to. He had high standards. She was nice, french and sweet.
They walked to a nearby coffee shop and grabbed something to drink.
"Americanne?"
"No, uh, British."
"Ah, Britishe."
They held hands outside. It had stopped raining.
"Have you ever gone rock climbing?"
Ron nodded."very fun."
She kissed him on the cheek. "It was nice to meet you." She wrote her number on his hand."Au Revoir."
"Bye."
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Des drove, and drove. She had come to like hating Lavender, and she knew the feeling was mutual. She drove all the way home emotionless. When she pulled up to her apartment, a man was outside. He was tall, had blonde hair and a smile she remembered clearly.
"Bonjour."
"Bonjour, Ms Wood."
"Mike? Is that you?"
"Yes." He grabbed his cigarette and puffed a little more."How have you been?"
"Alright. Would you like to come in?"
"Thank you, but I just came to give you this." He handed her a manila envelope. She knew it had to be from her boss.
"He's not happy, is he?"
"Well, that I don't know. He has been kind of moody. You will be reporting to the safe house, tomorrow, and He and his assistants will meet you there. Au Revoir, Ms Wood.
"Au Revoir, Mike."
She walked inside and opened the envelope. It was full of pictures. Under each picture was a note from her boss. The first one was of Cho's dead body. Under it said: Bad tactics.
Another picture was of her and Ron.
Under it said: Not on job? Who is this?
The last one she glanced at struck her bad. It was a picture of her Mom.
Under it said: I wanted to show you this, since you never knew her, you might want this. Sorry if I made things worse.-Love Brian
Brian? He wasn't her boss. That was the guy she always worked with. What was he doing still alive? The last thing she heard about him was his wife dying. Wait, he put love? Maybe she was just thinking to much about this. Des wasn't old enough to marry him. He was at least 3 years older than her. But he was cute. Cuter than Ron?
"Oh Shit. RON!"
Des appeared from behind him, smiling brightly and twisting her blond curly hair around her finger.
"Come on, Ron. K?"
She paced several steps ahead of him that he had to pull her to slow her down.
"Take your time, Des." He whispered.
The four of them walked into the Street Café.
"Bonjour, Madames, Miseurs, Welcome to La Street Café ."
Ron was already confused. He didn't know what they were saying to him.
After the settled in, Des targeted Lavender.
"So Lavender, How's Life?"
Lavender looked alarmed."Uh, why do you ask?"
"I just want to know if what I hear at this little shop down the street is true."
Ron knew exactly what Desi was getting at. Lavender was from around here, and her mom and dad both had businesses near the area they were eating.
Lavender's eyes caught her's. She knew exactly what Des was getting at.
"What have you heard?"
"Oh, you know I wouldn't want to spread a rumor if it's not true."
Hermione coughed."Ron, look, they have fish. Let's go look!"
Ron reluctantly got up with Hermione and looked at the fish to leave the girls alone.
"Tell me what you told them."
"Only that you are the biggest snot in the school, you're failing and you have the reputation of a prostitute."
"But that's not true!"
"You know, I did hear about the thing with Cho."
"Look Des, I think it's great you left, it's totally your choice, but I don't wanna die either. Leave me and my family the hell alone."
Lavender stood up, and glared at Des.
"You know, Lav, I never had respect for you." Des took the bottle of Canadian water, and turned it upside down over Lavender.
"Welcome back to Canada."
Des exited before Lavender could say a word, Hermione ran over to see what happened, and Ron bolted.
Again, he had been deserted. It had started to rain. There he was, running through the streets of Vancouver, in the rain, without the proper id or and money at all.
"DESTINY!"
Cars honked as they passed, mostly because they were filled with girls.
He pulled out a slip of paper with lines draw sideways and across.
'Why did Cho die?'
He stopped running and sat down on a bench. It was still raining.
He started to have a flash back.
He was standing in the room of the ball. Des was in front of him a few steps. She glared at Cho.
"You betrayed me, Destiny. You stole my man."
Ron looked nervously around the room.
"Cho, for once, STOP lying!"
There was an accepted agreement to what Des said.
"He doesn't like you Des."
"He never loved you at all."
Silence.
Silence.
"You'll pay for that."
Ron saw Cho grab for her wand, but she was too slow. Des had already cursed her, and no one from school would ever see her for a long time.
Ron blinked. It was still raining. A girl was tapping him on the shoulder. "Bonjour."
'Ah, shit. French!' "Hi."She held out her hand to help him, and he got up.
"Je m'appelle Shannelle."
"Hi, I'm Ron."
"Ron."
"Shannelle?"
"Yes."
"You speak English?"
"Very little."
She looked like a movie star, well all girls Ron liked had to. He had high standards. She was nice, french and sweet.
They walked to a nearby coffee shop and grabbed something to drink.
"Americanne?"
"No, uh, British."
"Ah, Britishe."
They held hands outside. It had stopped raining.
"Have you ever gone rock climbing?"
Ron nodded."very fun."
She kissed him on the cheek. "It was nice to meet you." She wrote her number on his hand."Au Revoir."
"Bye."
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Des drove, and drove. She had come to like hating Lavender, and she knew the feeling was mutual. She drove all the way home emotionless. When she pulled up to her apartment, a man was outside. He was tall, had blonde hair and a smile she remembered clearly.
"Bonjour."
"Bonjour, Ms Wood."
"Mike? Is that you?"
"Yes." He grabbed his cigarette and puffed a little more."How have you been?"
"Alright. Would you like to come in?"
"Thank you, but I just came to give you this." He handed her a manila envelope. She knew it had to be from her boss.
"He's not happy, is he?"
"Well, that I don't know. He has been kind of moody. You will be reporting to the safe house, tomorrow, and He and his assistants will meet you there. Au Revoir, Ms Wood.
"Au Revoir, Mike."
She walked inside and opened the envelope. It was full of pictures. Under each picture was a note from her boss. The first one was of Cho's dead body. Under it said: Bad tactics.
Another picture was of her and Ron.
Under it said: Not on job? Who is this?
The last one she glanced at struck her bad. It was a picture of her Mom.
Under it said: I wanted to show you this, since you never knew her, you might want this. Sorry if I made things worse.-Love Brian
Brian? He wasn't her boss. That was the guy she always worked with. What was he doing still alive? The last thing she heard about him was his wife dying. Wait, he put love? Maybe she was just thinking to much about this. Des wasn't old enough to marry him. He was at least 3 years older than her. But he was cute. Cuter than Ron?
"Oh Shit. RON!"