I'm not bitter, I'm just contemplating.
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer.
Author's Note: This chapter is mostly telling you readers about Angelina's background. P/S: Does the Wembly stadium even exist cause if it doesn't, then just well, just go with it.
Hahaha.. I LOVE you guys for reviewing. Anyways, I wanted it to be a one piece story but I thought I'd give It a shot anyways.
Strike Two
Gryffindor Table, Great Hall, next morning.
I glared at the parchment in front of me. These were the days that I really hated being a witch. My dearest sister who left Hogwarts a few years ago had just sent me an owl, so kindly informing, or bragging more like it, that she got front row seats to a Mariah Carey concert! I mean, how freaking unfair was that? I mean, she doesn't even know half the songs that Mariah sings.
I have to explain I guess. My father is a well known ex-politician in the Muggle World. My mother however is a pure witch. Now, see here, my oldest brother Jonathon never got a letter from Hogwarts so he went on and studied in a private school and now is currently studying for a PHD in medicine. My sister, (see above, the kind Goddess who won a front row ticket and a freaking backstage pass to a Mariah Carey concert!)Grace got a Hogwarts owl when she was 11. That was when the whole secret came out. We never knew my mom was a witch or even these sort of things existed until Grace got an owl. Apparently she only told my dad that she was a witch when she was pregnant with Jonathon. Smart eh.
Anyways, my dad made her promise to leave all this witchcraft (my dad thought she was a Wiccan) when Jonathon was born as he was running for state senator. It still puzzled us that Grace was owled whereas Jonathon wasn't. But when Grace got the Owl, my dad said something along the lines of "accepting destiny and what has been bestowed upon us" or something like that and let Grace go off. So my house became what was sort of a chaos.
Since Grace was off in Hogwarts, mom thought that the "destiny" crap included her also and brushed off the dust from her old wand and began magic-fying my whole house. You can imagine my dad's surprise coming home one day to find that the dinner was being cooked by itself, mirrors, walls and stairs could answer back and that the toilet automatically flushes itself (but now Muggles came up with a way to do that even without magic). So because my dad loves my mom so much, he stepped down from the Office and now runs his own bar at the end of the block. So even my house is part Muggle and part magic stuff. When I was 11, I got my Owl and went to Hogwarts thus meeting a pair of freckly twins which whom I have come to love one of them.
Like a scene out of the Bold and The Beautiful eh?
Anyways, back to the story about my glaring at the parchment. So I woke up this morning, perfectly contented with life (if you do not count the 5 minute prayer I recited before breakfast involving the Hufflepuff bimbo whose name I still could not pronounce and something about her getting suffocated to death by the Giant Squid). I even smiled at Mrs. Norris on my way down. She whimpered I tell you! Mrs. Norris actually whimpered. Well actually it was more of a half meow, half growl but anyways.
So I was still contented with life, buttering my scone and having a nice little chat with Alicia when the owls came swooping down. A brown barn Owl, which was obviously from the Post dropped something in front of me. I hated the post owls. After delivering they always expect some type of reward. I begged dad again and again for an owl but he said "this is where I have to draw my line Angie." Hmph. Dad's. Go figure.
So I gave the post owl bits of my scone and that stupid thing bit me! It bit my fourth finger. Stupid bugger. Alicia claimed I tried to choke it with my scone. I didn't, honestly! Not my fault that the stupid owl can't swallow bits of scone the size of a human fist. Finally, Alicia managed to shoo it away and I unscrolled the parchment. That was when I felt all the bunnies and rainbow disappearing from my head.
Dear Angelina,
I feel that it is my sad duty to inform you that Mariah Carey is going to perform at the Wembley stadium this Saturday. Yes, this Saturday! As in, this Saturday, two days from now, no way you're able to come back for it this Saturday.
Mom already said don't bother trying to get fake sick leave from Madam Pomfrey and coming back for the weekend. I don't have any tickets to spare anyways.
So my dearest Angie, have fun with Snape. All I know is, I have front row tickets and backstage pass to see our lovely Miss Carey this Saturday.
-Grace-
Yes, my sister has always been this mature.
I cannot believe she is still bitter about me giving her a box of Fred and George's canary cream for Christmas.
"This is so wrong," I cried to Alicia shoving the parchment in her face.
She read it quickly.
"So she got tickets to see this Mariah Carey and you're stuck in school with Snape. What's the big deal?" She asked me casually as she took a bite of her cornflakes.
I wanted to scream at her. I really did. Alicia was a pure witch. I tried to think of a metaphor for her to fully comprehend what was going on. I mean come on; I loved Mariah Carey since I was what, 7?
"Alicia, Mariah Carey is like," I paused before naming one of her favorite bands, "The Wheezing Warlock in the Muggle World except that she doesn't wheeze and she's got an amazing voice." I cried.
Understanding finally dawned on her.
"Ooh," She said. "Ouch. Bummer. But why is Grace rubbing it in your face? I thought you guys are close."
"She's bitter." I explained mournfully poking at my scone. "I gave her a box of canary cream for Christmas. It was a joke; she would have enjoyed it except that she brought her muggle boyfriend back to meet my parents for the first time."
"Bummer." Alicia said.
"Yeah," I agreed. My eyes fell to the opening of the Great Hall where Fred just came in with Ditzy Blonde who had her unbelievably long and toned arm draped around his shoulder. "Bummer."
~.~
So today was the pits. The fuzzy feeling that I had when I woke up completely evaporated by the time school ended. I tried to take it out on Mrs. Norris and kicked her on my way to Charms but lucky me Filch just happened to be lurking behind some suit of armor. Bugger.
After screaming obscenities at me at the top of his voice, I finally got off with detention with him tomorrow night. When I finally got to Charms, everyone got up and gave me a standing ovation. Stupid gits.
Fred kept grinning at me in a proud, fatherly sort of way. What a bloody twisted boy.
I'm glad I have Quidditch training tonight to take my mind off things.
So I was walking back to the common room to get my broom, not sulking mind you, when Oliver caught up with me.
"Johnson, Johnson!" He yelled. I stopped walking and let him catch his breath. He held a hand to his chest and leaned towards the wall for support. For a Quidditch captain, he has a low stamina.
"No practice tonight," he managed to wheeze out.
"WHAT?" I yelled causing one of the suits of armors to stagger slightly.
"Yeah, sorry I didn't announce it earlier. I didn't want Katie to hear. It's her birthday tonight and I'm thinking of surprising her a bit." He said with a slight blush.
I glared at him.
"You mean you and her and some broom shack?" I rephrased the question. He turned a deep shade of red.
"Of course not." He managed to splutter after about thirty seconds. How truly pathetic.
"How truly pathetic," I voiced out my thoughts.
"Well, at least I don't like Fred Weasley." He retorted back childishly.
Childish, true, but it still managed to shut me up. I did punch him in his guts though before stalking back to the Common Room.
~.~
When I went to the Common Room it seemed as though Oliver had already told the rest of the team. Harry was sitting with his friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley near the fireplace, their heads bent so low. Alicia was talking to Lee Jordan, she had a horrified expression, my guess is Lee is telling Alicia about his dream girl. Fred and George were playing a game of Exploding Snap with their younger sister Ginny. I sat on one of the armchairs glaring at the fireplace. No, not sulking mind you. Just...thinking. Yeah, you know, get my creative juice all flowing and all. What? Plotting ways to kill that Ditzy Blonde and make it seem like an accident IS creative, no matter what they tell you.
"Hullo Angie." I looked up, surprised to see Fred hovering above me. How I know it's Fred you ask?
Aside from the fact that I have been dreaming of his voice for the past 5 years, he also has a tiny mark above his lip that his identical twin George doesn't. How I know all this stuff? Blame it to my non existing love life. And no, I am not a stalker.
"Hey Fred."
We were quiet. We are never quiet. It's usually Fred talking and me nodding because well, he looks adorable when he talks and I don't want to break the adorableness now do I?
"So what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing," He drawled. I rolled my eyes. That nothing was a nothing that people said to make other people prod even more so when you say it, it sounds as though you HAD to tell the person. Get it?
"Fred," I said drawing out the syllable as one would have to in my position to sound all commanding but honestly I just like his name. "What's going on? Tell Dr. Johnson."
He looked up. My Goodness! He is blushing.
Frederick Peter Weasley is blushing. And at my account too! Hehehe.
"All this crap about Oliver planning a surprise for Katie," he said trailing off. My heart did a summer sault that ended with a split. I mean yeah he knows my birthday is next Monday, we're friends but what's he getting to? I tried to keep a grin off my face.
"Jemaya's birthday this Sunday and you're a girl. And she's a girl. What should I get her?"
Ouch. Double blow. So at least know I know her names pronounced as Gee-My- Ya and not something else. And we can also clarify the fact that he realizes I'm a girl but sigh.
Why am I in love with a stupid, ignorant, prick?
Not that I'm bitter of course. Just contemplating more like it.
A/N: Read and review! You know what they saw, the reviews keep my little fingers (okay, not so little) typing faster. Reviews are like an invisible whip that MAKES me update so review. (
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer.
Author's Note: This chapter is mostly telling you readers about Angelina's background. P/S: Does the Wembly stadium even exist cause if it doesn't, then just well, just go with it.
Hahaha.. I LOVE you guys for reviewing. Anyways, I wanted it to be a one piece story but I thought I'd give It a shot anyways.
Strike Two
Gryffindor Table, Great Hall, next morning.
I glared at the parchment in front of me. These were the days that I really hated being a witch. My dearest sister who left Hogwarts a few years ago had just sent me an owl, so kindly informing, or bragging more like it, that she got front row seats to a Mariah Carey concert! I mean, how freaking unfair was that? I mean, she doesn't even know half the songs that Mariah sings.
I have to explain I guess. My father is a well known ex-politician in the Muggle World. My mother however is a pure witch. Now, see here, my oldest brother Jonathon never got a letter from Hogwarts so he went on and studied in a private school and now is currently studying for a PHD in medicine. My sister, (see above, the kind Goddess who won a front row ticket and a freaking backstage pass to a Mariah Carey concert!)Grace got a Hogwarts owl when she was 11. That was when the whole secret came out. We never knew my mom was a witch or even these sort of things existed until Grace got an owl. Apparently she only told my dad that she was a witch when she was pregnant with Jonathon. Smart eh.
Anyways, my dad made her promise to leave all this witchcraft (my dad thought she was a Wiccan) when Jonathon was born as he was running for state senator. It still puzzled us that Grace was owled whereas Jonathon wasn't. But when Grace got the Owl, my dad said something along the lines of "accepting destiny and what has been bestowed upon us" or something like that and let Grace go off. So my house became what was sort of a chaos.
Since Grace was off in Hogwarts, mom thought that the "destiny" crap included her also and brushed off the dust from her old wand and began magic-fying my whole house. You can imagine my dad's surprise coming home one day to find that the dinner was being cooked by itself, mirrors, walls and stairs could answer back and that the toilet automatically flushes itself (but now Muggles came up with a way to do that even without magic). So because my dad loves my mom so much, he stepped down from the Office and now runs his own bar at the end of the block. So even my house is part Muggle and part magic stuff. When I was 11, I got my Owl and went to Hogwarts thus meeting a pair of freckly twins which whom I have come to love one of them.
Like a scene out of the Bold and The Beautiful eh?
Anyways, back to the story about my glaring at the parchment. So I woke up this morning, perfectly contented with life (if you do not count the 5 minute prayer I recited before breakfast involving the Hufflepuff bimbo whose name I still could not pronounce and something about her getting suffocated to death by the Giant Squid). I even smiled at Mrs. Norris on my way down. She whimpered I tell you! Mrs. Norris actually whimpered. Well actually it was more of a half meow, half growl but anyways.
So I was still contented with life, buttering my scone and having a nice little chat with Alicia when the owls came swooping down. A brown barn Owl, which was obviously from the Post dropped something in front of me. I hated the post owls. After delivering they always expect some type of reward. I begged dad again and again for an owl but he said "this is where I have to draw my line Angie." Hmph. Dad's. Go figure.
So I gave the post owl bits of my scone and that stupid thing bit me! It bit my fourth finger. Stupid bugger. Alicia claimed I tried to choke it with my scone. I didn't, honestly! Not my fault that the stupid owl can't swallow bits of scone the size of a human fist. Finally, Alicia managed to shoo it away and I unscrolled the parchment. That was when I felt all the bunnies and rainbow disappearing from my head.
Dear Angelina,
I feel that it is my sad duty to inform you that Mariah Carey is going to perform at the Wembley stadium this Saturday. Yes, this Saturday! As in, this Saturday, two days from now, no way you're able to come back for it this Saturday.
Mom already said don't bother trying to get fake sick leave from Madam Pomfrey and coming back for the weekend. I don't have any tickets to spare anyways.
So my dearest Angie, have fun with Snape. All I know is, I have front row tickets and backstage pass to see our lovely Miss Carey this Saturday.
-Grace-
Yes, my sister has always been this mature.
I cannot believe she is still bitter about me giving her a box of Fred and George's canary cream for Christmas.
"This is so wrong," I cried to Alicia shoving the parchment in her face.
She read it quickly.
"So she got tickets to see this Mariah Carey and you're stuck in school with Snape. What's the big deal?" She asked me casually as she took a bite of her cornflakes.
I wanted to scream at her. I really did. Alicia was a pure witch. I tried to think of a metaphor for her to fully comprehend what was going on. I mean come on; I loved Mariah Carey since I was what, 7?
"Alicia, Mariah Carey is like," I paused before naming one of her favorite bands, "The Wheezing Warlock in the Muggle World except that she doesn't wheeze and she's got an amazing voice." I cried.
Understanding finally dawned on her.
"Ooh," She said. "Ouch. Bummer. But why is Grace rubbing it in your face? I thought you guys are close."
"She's bitter." I explained mournfully poking at my scone. "I gave her a box of canary cream for Christmas. It was a joke; she would have enjoyed it except that she brought her muggle boyfriend back to meet my parents for the first time."
"Bummer." Alicia said.
"Yeah," I agreed. My eyes fell to the opening of the Great Hall where Fred just came in with Ditzy Blonde who had her unbelievably long and toned arm draped around his shoulder. "Bummer."
~.~
So today was the pits. The fuzzy feeling that I had when I woke up completely evaporated by the time school ended. I tried to take it out on Mrs. Norris and kicked her on my way to Charms but lucky me Filch just happened to be lurking behind some suit of armor. Bugger.
After screaming obscenities at me at the top of his voice, I finally got off with detention with him tomorrow night. When I finally got to Charms, everyone got up and gave me a standing ovation. Stupid gits.
Fred kept grinning at me in a proud, fatherly sort of way. What a bloody twisted boy.
I'm glad I have Quidditch training tonight to take my mind off things.
So I was walking back to the common room to get my broom, not sulking mind you, when Oliver caught up with me.
"Johnson, Johnson!" He yelled. I stopped walking and let him catch his breath. He held a hand to his chest and leaned towards the wall for support. For a Quidditch captain, he has a low stamina.
"No practice tonight," he managed to wheeze out.
"WHAT?" I yelled causing one of the suits of armors to stagger slightly.
"Yeah, sorry I didn't announce it earlier. I didn't want Katie to hear. It's her birthday tonight and I'm thinking of surprising her a bit." He said with a slight blush.
I glared at him.
"You mean you and her and some broom shack?" I rephrased the question. He turned a deep shade of red.
"Of course not." He managed to splutter after about thirty seconds. How truly pathetic.
"How truly pathetic," I voiced out my thoughts.
"Well, at least I don't like Fred Weasley." He retorted back childishly.
Childish, true, but it still managed to shut me up. I did punch him in his guts though before stalking back to the Common Room.
~.~
When I went to the Common Room it seemed as though Oliver had already told the rest of the team. Harry was sitting with his friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley near the fireplace, their heads bent so low. Alicia was talking to Lee Jordan, she had a horrified expression, my guess is Lee is telling Alicia about his dream girl. Fred and George were playing a game of Exploding Snap with their younger sister Ginny. I sat on one of the armchairs glaring at the fireplace. No, not sulking mind you. Just...thinking. Yeah, you know, get my creative juice all flowing and all. What? Plotting ways to kill that Ditzy Blonde and make it seem like an accident IS creative, no matter what they tell you.
"Hullo Angie." I looked up, surprised to see Fred hovering above me. How I know it's Fred you ask?
Aside from the fact that I have been dreaming of his voice for the past 5 years, he also has a tiny mark above his lip that his identical twin George doesn't. How I know all this stuff? Blame it to my non existing love life. And no, I am not a stalker.
"Hey Fred."
We were quiet. We are never quiet. It's usually Fred talking and me nodding because well, he looks adorable when he talks and I don't want to break the adorableness now do I?
"So what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing," He drawled. I rolled my eyes. That nothing was a nothing that people said to make other people prod even more so when you say it, it sounds as though you HAD to tell the person. Get it?
"Fred," I said drawing out the syllable as one would have to in my position to sound all commanding but honestly I just like his name. "What's going on? Tell Dr. Johnson."
He looked up. My Goodness! He is blushing.
Frederick Peter Weasley is blushing. And at my account too! Hehehe.
"All this crap about Oliver planning a surprise for Katie," he said trailing off. My heart did a summer sault that ended with a split. I mean yeah he knows my birthday is next Monday, we're friends but what's he getting to? I tried to keep a grin off my face.
"Jemaya's birthday this Sunday and you're a girl. And she's a girl. What should I get her?"
Ouch. Double blow. So at least know I know her names pronounced as Gee-My- Ya and not something else. And we can also clarify the fact that he realizes I'm a girl but sigh.
Why am I in love with a stupid, ignorant, prick?
Not that I'm bitter of course. Just contemplating more like it.
A/N: Read and review! You know what they saw, the reviews keep my little fingers (okay, not so little) typing faster. Reviews are like an invisible whip that MAKES me update so review. (