Summary: I'm not bitter. Really, I am not. After all, I'm just his best
friend. His buddy. His comrade and all that jazz. But is it so hard for
him to notice that I am a girl? –From Angelina's point of view-
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K Rowling and all that jazz.
Author's Note: You know what they say, the more reviews that come up, the faster these things get uploaded *hint hint* LOL.. I'm glad you guys like it. I don't really know how it's going to turn out in the end, I have a vague idea but you know...
1) Just for your information, I changed Katie's age so she's in the seventh grade while Angelina, Fred and co are all in their fifth grade. I did that because in a lot of Quidditch related stories Katie always plays the main character (usually the witty hard to get girl that Oliver falls in love with) so this time I don't really want to give her major air play and concentrate on Angelina and Alicia instead.
2) It just occurred to me that Oliver had some scenes with Angelina. I didn't plan it that way but since it's like that already, I guess it will fit with J.K's story for the fifth book. I guess in this story it will show more growth in Oliver and Angelina's relationship from pure professional to friendship which later results to Oliver picking Angelina as his successor when he leaves Hogwarts with Katie at the end of the year.
3) I was reading back my Chamber of Secrets book and decided to pop on the DVD because I wanted to see the scene where Hermione got petrified. I wanted to see her face. Anyways, I was skipping some parts and before the end of the year feast, you can see the back of Percy walking with a tall, long, wavy haired girl which Nearly Headless Nick referred as "Miss Clearwater". For some reason, I kept repeating that scene. Anyone who knows a good Percy and Penelope story, please tell me about it. Thanks guys.
I'm not bitter, I'm just contemplating.
Strike Three: And you're out!
~.~
Gryffindor Common Room, Later That Night
Even after 5 years of being in the wizarding world, I still can not get enough of quills. Yes, quills. There's just something about the feathery thing and the pointed tip and the scratchy sound it makes on parchment that really makes me smile.
Sometimes when I'm writing a long essay, I'll just smile for no reason. The scratchy sound just makes me smile.
I still remember back in my first year, I had my first lesson with Snape. He made us right all these rules and regulations on the board, everyone was complaining because dude, it was long. But not me, I was just grinning away, writing with my brand new feathery quill.
Yes, grinning and writing. It must have struck odd to Snape because he took off five points from Gryffindor for "planning destructives in my dungeon." He thought I wanted to steal something from the cabinet. God, he can be so self centered, I wasn't even thinking about him.
Why, you ask am I indulging you with such details. Well, let me explain to you, my buddy Fred Weasley literally bounced over to this really cozy arm chair that I was sitting and begged me to help him plan a surprise birthday for his girlfriend Jemaya. Not that he can't ask his brother George or even his sister Ginny but he just felt compelled to ASK me, oblivious to the fact that I really, really want to trap him in a room full of Puffskeins. Yep, he has a fear of Puffskeins, I'll tell you why one day.
Why, you ask me, am I making such a big deal about helping a good friend plan a little get together for his girlfriend. Well, let me count the reason.
One, I can't stand the girlfriend. True, I have never been properly introduced to her before but well, she's blonde. Nothing against blondes, but she's also blue eyed. Nothing against blonde with blue eyes but her hair is immaculately curled and her toenails match her freaking eye color! She's a freaking Barbie. She scares me so therefore I do not like her. Oh and me liking Fred since my second year might be one of the reasons why I'm so bitter. Not bitter sorry, just... contemplating.
Oh well. Not only that, but Ditzy Blonde's (that is what I have decided to call Barbie, her name is just, unpronounceable) birthday is on a Sunday. Why, again you ask should that bother me? Well, since my birthday is on Monday, which is the day AFTER Sunday by the way. Since Fred would have put so much thought and effort to make Ditzy Blonde's birthday a "memorable" one, he will surely have forgotten my birthday. Yeah, I'll probably get something he pre-ordered with George and Lee months ago like he does every year but you know, once in a while it would be nice if he made a gesture.
So back to the story about the Quill. So after my dear Fred mind warped me to agree to help him plan something for Ditzy Blonde's birthday, I have resorted to stare at my new Quill that I bought at Hogsmeade for approximately ten minutes. Yep, just ten minutes of staring at my shiny new Quill. And guess what? I actually do feel better. I feel the knots on my shoulder easing up a bit and my breath more controlled. Amazing. Quills can solve world health problem. I need to write to St. Mungos and tell them about this one day.
"Hey Angie?" I looked up to see my roommate Alicia peering down a bit cautiously. Angie, that's what they call me. Because after a while the name Angelina just gets too long and tiring to say. "Are you okay? You've been staring at the Quill for about five minutes."
Beep. Wrong, Spinnet. 10 minutes, I counted. But I wasn't going to tell her that now would I.
"Just peachy." I said darkly glaring at the fireplace. Now that I have to put down my Quill, I could feel all the tension mounting back up. "You?" I asked.
"Peachy too." She muttered. I frowned. There was something suspicious about the way she said peachy. It was as if she wasn't really peachy but she just said she was peachy but in truth she had other things on her mind.
"You wanna study Transfiguration?" She asked me nodding towards the big book in front of me.
I really should you know, tests were coming up and all.
"Not really." I answered instead.
"Hm." She said.
"Hm." I replied.
This can go on forever you know. We both stared into space. I really need to break the silence, I need to say something witty, I decided.
Yes, something witty that will make Alicia laugh her knickers off and that would get Fred's attention.
So, something witty. There was a pause. Actually quite a long pause.
I sighed resignedly.
"Let's just go to bed." I muttered darkly.
~!~ Dungeons, Next Morning.
I let out a sigh of relief when the dismissal bell rang. It was only ten o'clock in the morning but I was having a rough day. Usually Alicia would wake up because I'm a dead sleeper but today she woke up early for a little one on one with Lee (I swear something is going on between them) at the Quidditch pitch and went straight for breakfast. So without my human alarm clock who would scream, yell and prod me like she does every morning, I overslept.
I couldn't find a pair of clean robes so I had to put on yesterday's robes which were crumpled. I tried to magically straighten it but I must have used a wrong charm because it became two sizes bigger instead. There was no time for me to undo what I have done so I went straight to Transfiguration with an oversized robe and fluffy hair. I was ten minutes late and McGonagall took 5 points of Gryffindor.
If Transfiguration wasn't bad enough (I was so hungry I could not concentrate and kept missing McGonagall's questions), we had double period of potions. We were supposed to make invisibility potion today and try it on our pets (Since I have no pets, I had to borrow an owl from the school Owlery). My owl didn't even turn silver. Snape took 15 points from Gryffindor.
I look like a burlap sack, I am hungry and I lost Gryffindor 20 points before lunch. That is a record. I bet even the Weasley's twins had never managed to accomplish that before.
And speaking of the devil, Fred was heading towards me.
Fred, it seemed, was having a good day. He looked dashingly handsome- even more than usual and he was grinning from ear to ear.
I swear I felt a blush rise up to my cheek. God, when have I turned into such a girl?
"Angelina... Angelina!" He sing songed my name as he waded in through the throng of crowd and made his way next to me.
I willed myself to stop blushing and gave him a huge grin.
"What's up?" He asked me when he reached me. We started walking the opposite direction from where the Great Hall was situated.
"Nothing much. I had a horrendous day today. I overslept, I got on the bad side of McGonagall, I..."
I was cut off when Fred put his arms on top of me. It was then I realized he hadn't been listening to a word I've been saying. It was also then I realized we were in a deserted hallway. I felt the blush rise up to my cheek.
Fred was looking around as though he was looking for something.
"Fred, what are you..?" Again I was cut off when Fred put his palm on my mouth and let me tell you, for a guy who is a beater on the Quidditch team and spends half his life blowing up things, he has really soft hands. Sort of buttery-ish and it smelt nice.
"Shssh." He whispered and with that he leaned close to me, close enough to hug each other.
I've known him for 6 years and even though we are extremely close, we do not have the touchy touchy relationship. Yeah, a peck on the cheek for Christmas and Birthdays but we rarely hug or be this close in proximity for no occasion.
I swear people from the astronomy tower can hear my heart beating.
He leaned closer until his lips were inches away from my ear and I could feel his breath on top of my head. I closed my eyes in anticipation. This is just like a movie!
"Wheezing Warlocks." He whispered.
Wha-?
I pushed him away.
"What?" And again, this is just like a movie! Just when things were starting to get good, the script writers decide to make the viewers watch another extra hour of twisted plots.
"Wheezing Warlocks are performing tomorrow at Hogsmeade." He told me in a rushed whisper. "Tomorrow is a Hogsmeade weekend." He grinned as though he had just struck gold.
"I'm confused." I told him.
Fred sighed impatiently and leaned closer.
"That's my birthday surprise for Jemaya. That's why I brought you here. I need you to cover for me tomorrow night because the concert might run late." He looked at me eagerly.
I was still trying to process what he is trying to tell me.
"I'm meeting Jemaya here in about five minutes."
Slowly, things were starting to make sense to me. This was what he meant by me helping him prepare a surprise for Ditzy Blonde. I nodded weakly.
"Well?" He asked me impatiently.
"Well what?" I asked him meekly.
"Will you help me or not?" He had gotten rather impatient that he resorted to shifting his weight from left to right and anxiously looking around.
Dumbstruck, I nodded.
"Great." And in an instance, he bent down and gave me a peck on the cheek. His cheeks were rosy with excitement. He smoothed his hair and checked his reflection on a shiny knight of armor.
In a span of half a minute, Frederick Weasley had done two things he had never done in all six years of me knowing him. Him kissing me without a reason and him bothered by his reflection.
"How do I look?" He asked me and I noted a hint of nervousness in his voice.
I closed my eyes, still trying to digest this all and gave him a small smile.
"Great." I whispered hoarsely.
"Thanks." He grinned like a love struck fool and I had to remind myself, he is.
He made a gesture for me to leave with his head.
"Thanks Angie. Jemaya's going to be here any minute and I don't want her to be suspicious." He nodded towards a basket next to a knight in shining armor. "Her pre birthday surprise. Nicked it off from the house elves." He said proudly.
Before I could answer, we heard the clicking of heels and high pitched voice asking "Fred, where are you?"
Fred's eyes turned wide and he mouthed "Go!" at me. I quickly hid into one of the empty classrooms.
My life was turning into an overused cliché plot used in teenage movies that we all scoff- boy and girl who are best friends and one of them, usually the girls have more than brotherly love for the boy. And we all know how it turns out, after many confrontations and tears, the girl will always end up like she was at the beginning.
Lost and confused.
Author's Note: I am extremely sorry for the slow update. I did not realize it had been TWO MONTHS until someone reviewed and told me. The minute I got that review, I just sat down and started typing. So sorry...the thing is, I went to Cairo for 10 days and when I came back I had 10 days of school work to catch up so I'm really sorry. Wow...so please review ya..thanks.
I'm not particularly pleased with this chapter. Sorry, will try to revise it when I have the time. I'm so anxious to get this uploaded I didn't read it again. So sorry.
Mistakes I Noticed In The First Chapter:
"I muttered a swear word that I knew would earn me a good scrubbing with soap on my mouth if my mother heard me when Oliver pointed to the sky with his HAND and let out red sparks. It meant practice had STARTED."
The correct one would be 'WAND' and 'ENDED'.
...So if you guys noticed any more mistakes, feel free to tell me ya..thanks..
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K Rowling and all that jazz.
Author's Note: You know what they say, the more reviews that come up, the faster these things get uploaded *hint hint* LOL.. I'm glad you guys like it. I don't really know how it's going to turn out in the end, I have a vague idea but you know...
1) Just for your information, I changed Katie's age so she's in the seventh grade while Angelina, Fred and co are all in their fifth grade. I did that because in a lot of Quidditch related stories Katie always plays the main character (usually the witty hard to get girl that Oliver falls in love with) so this time I don't really want to give her major air play and concentrate on Angelina and Alicia instead.
2) It just occurred to me that Oliver had some scenes with Angelina. I didn't plan it that way but since it's like that already, I guess it will fit with J.K's story for the fifth book. I guess in this story it will show more growth in Oliver and Angelina's relationship from pure professional to friendship which later results to Oliver picking Angelina as his successor when he leaves Hogwarts with Katie at the end of the year.
3) I was reading back my Chamber of Secrets book and decided to pop on the DVD because I wanted to see the scene where Hermione got petrified. I wanted to see her face. Anyways, I was skipping some parts and before the end of the year feast, you can see the back of Percy walking with a tall, long, wavy haired girl which Nearly Headless Nick referred as "Miss Clearwater". For some reason, I kept repeating that scene. Anyone who knows a good Percy and Penelope story, please tell me about it. Thanks guys.
I'm not bitter, I'm just contemplating.
Strike Three: And you're out!
~.~
Gryffindor Common Room, Later That Night
Even after 5 years of being in the wizarding world, I still can not get enough of quills. Yes, quills. There's just something about the feathery thing and the pointed tip and the scratchy sound it makes on parchment that really makes me smile.
Sometimes when I'm writing a long essay, I'll just smile for no reason. The scratchy sound just makes me smile.
I still remember back in my first year, I had my first lesson with Snape. He made us right all these rules and regulations on the board, everyone was complaining because dude, it was long. But not me, I was just grinning away, writing with my brand new feathery quill.
Yes, grinning and writing. It must have struck odd to Snape because he took off five points from Gryffindor for "planning destructives in my dungeon." He thought I wanted to steal something from the cabinet. God, he can be so self centered, I wasn't even thinking about him.
Why, you ask am I indulging you with such details. Well, let me explain to you, my buddy Fred Weasley literally bounced over to this really cozy arm chair that I was sitting and begged me to help him plan a surprise birthday for his girlfriend Jemaya. Not that he can't ask his brother George or even his sister Ginny but he just felt compelled to ASK me, oblivious to the fact that I really, really want to trap him in a room full of Puffskeins. Yep, he has a fear of Puffskeins, I'll tell you why one day.
Why, you ask me, am I making such a big deal about helping a good friend plan a little get together for his girlfriend. Well, let me count the reason.
One, I can't stand the girlfriend. True, I have never been properly introduced to her before but well, she's blonde. Nothing against blondes, but she's also blue eyed. Nothing against blonde with blue eyes but her hair is immaculately curled and her toenails match her freaking eye color! She's a freaking Barbie. She scares me so therefore I do not like her. Oh and me liking Fred since my second year might be one of the reasons why I'm so bitter. Not bitter sorry, just... contemplating.
Oh well. Not only that, but Ditzy Blonde's (that is what I have decided to call Barbie, her name is just, unpronounceable) birthday is on a Sunday. Why, again you ask should that bother me? Well, since my birthday is on Monday, which is the day AFTER Sunday by the way. Since Fred would have put so much thought and effort to make Ditzy Blonde's birthday a "memorable" one, he will surely have forgotten my birthday. Yeah, I'll probably get something he pre-ordered with George and Lee months ago like he does every year but you know, once in a while it would be nice if he made a gesture.
So back to the story about the Quill. So after my dear Fred mind warped me to agree to help him plan something for Ditzy Blonde's birthday, I have resorted to stare at my new Quill that I bought at Hogsmeade for approximately ten minutes. Yep, just ten minutes of staring at my shiny new Quill. And guess what? I actually do feel better. I feel the knots on my shoulder easing up a bit and my breath more controlled. Amazing. Quills can solve world health problem. I need to write to St. Mungos and tell them about this one day.
"Hey Angie?" I looked up to see my roommate Alicia peering down a bit cautiously. Angie, that's what they call me. Because after a while the name Angelina just gets too long and tiring to say. "Are you okay? You've been staring at the Quill for about five minutes."
Beep. Wrong, Spinnet. 10 minutes, I counted. But I wasn't going to tell her that now would I.
"Just peachy." I said darkly glaring at the fireplace. Now that I have to put down my Quill, I could feel all the tension mounting back up. "You?" I asked.
"Peachy too." She muttered. I frowned. There was something suspicious about the way she said peachy. It was as if she wasn't really peachy but she just said she was peachy but in truth she had other things on her mind.
"You wanna study Transfiguration?" She asked me nodding towards the big book in front of me.
I really should you know, tests were coming up and all.
"Not really." I answered instead.
"Hm." She said.
"Hm." I replied.
This can go on forever you know. We both stared into space. I really need to break the silence, I need to say something witty, I decided.
Yes, something witty that will make Alicia laugh her knickers off and that would get Fred's attention.
So, something witty. There was a pause. Actually quite a long pause.
I sighed resignedly.
"Let's just go to bed." I muttered darkly.
~!~ Dungeons, Next Morning.
I let out a sigh of relief when the dismissal bell rang. It was only ten o'clock in the morning but I was having a rough day. Usually Alicia would wake up because I'm a dead sleeper but today she woke up early for a little one on one with Lee (I swear something is going on between them) at the Quidditch pitch and went straight for breakfast. So without my human alarm clock who would scream, yell and prod me like she does every morning, I overslept.
I couldn't find a pair of clean robes so I had to put on yesterday's robes which were crumpled. I tried to magically straighten it but I must have used a wrong charm because it became two sizes bigger instead. There was no time for me to undo what I have done so I went straight to Transfiguration with an oversized robe and fluffy hair. I was ten minutes late and McGonagall took 5 points of Gryffindor.
If Transfiguration wasn't bad enough (I was so hungry I could not concentrate and kept missing McGonagall's questions), we had double period of potions. We were supposed to make invisibility potion today and try it on our pets (Since I have no pets, I had to borrow an owl from the school Owlery). My owl didn't even turn silver. Snape took 15 points from Gryffindor.
I look like a burlap sack, I am hungry and I lost Gryffindor 20 points before lunch. That is a record. I bet even the Weasley's twins had never managed to accomplish that before.
And speaking of the devil, Fred was heading towards me.
Fred, it seemed, was having a good day. He looked dashingly handsome- even more than usual and he was grinning from ear to ear.
I swear I felt a blush rise up to my cheek. God, when have I turned into such a girl?
"Angelina... Angelina!" He sing songed my name as he waded in through the throng of crowd and made his way next to me.
I willed myself to stop blushing and gave him a huge grin.
"What's up?" He asked me when he reached me. We started walking the opposite direction from where the Great Hall was situated.
"Nothing much. I had a horrendous day today. I overslept, I got on the bad side of McGonagall, I..."
I was cut off when Fred put his arms on top of me. It was then I realized he hadn't been listening to a word I've been saying. It was also then I realized we were in a deserted hallway. I felt the blush rise up to my cheek.
Fred was looking around as though he was looking for something.
"Fred, what are you..?" Again I was cut off when Fred put his palm on my mouth and let me tell you, for a guy who is a beater on the Quidditch team and spends half his life blowing up things, he has really soft hands. Sort of buttery-ish and it smelt nice.
"Shssh." He whispered and with that he leaned close to me, close enough to hug each other.
I've known him for 6 years and even though we are extremely close, we do not have the touchy touchy relationship. Yeah, a peck on the cheek for Christmas and Birthdays but we rarely hug or be this close in proximity for no occasion.
I swear people from the astronomy tower can hear my heart beating.
He leaned closer until his lips were inches away from my ear and I could feel his breath on top of my head. I closed my eyes in anticipation. This is just like a movie!
"Wheezing Warlocks." He whispered.
Wha-?
I pushed him away.
"What?" And again, this is just like a movie! Just when things were starting to get good, the script writers decide to make the viewers watch another extra hour of twisted plots.
"Wheezing Warlocks are performing tomorrow at Hogsmeade." He told me in a rushed whisper. "Tomorrow is a Hogsmeade weekend." He grinned as though he had just struck gold.
"I'm confused." I told him.
Fred sighed impatiently and leaned closer.
"That's my birthday surprise for Jemaya. That's why I brought you here. I need you to cover for me tomorrow night because the concert might run late." He looked at me eagerly.
I was still trying to process what he is trying to tell me.
"I'm meeting Jemaya here in about five minutes."
Slowly, things were starting to make sense to me. This was what he meant by me helping him prepare a surprise for Ditzy Blonde. I nodded weakly.
"Well?" He asked me impatiently.
"Well what?" I asked him meekly.
"Will you help me or not?" He had gotten rather impatient that he resorted to shifting his weight from left to right and anxiously looking around.
Dumbstruck, I nodded.
"Great." And in an instance, he bent down and gave me a peck on the cheek. His cheeks were rosy with excitement. He smoothed his hair and checked his reflection on a shiny knight of armor.
In a span of half a minute, Frederick Weasley had done two things he had never done in all six years of me knowing him. Him kissing me without a reason and him bothered by his reflection.
"How do I look?" He asked me and I noted a hint of nervousness in his voice.
I closed my eyes, still trying to digest this all and gave him a small smile.
"Great." I whispered hoarsely.
"Thanks." He grinned like a love struck fool and I had to remind myself, he is.
He made a gesture for me to leave with his head.
"Thanks Angie. Jemaya's going to be here any minute and I don't want her to be suspicious." He nodded towards a basket next to a knight in shining armor. "Her pre birthday surprise. Nicked it off from the house elves." He said proudly.
Before I could answer, we heard the clicking of heels and high pitched voice asking "Fred, where are you?"
Fred's eyes turned wide and he mouthed "Go!" at me. I quickly hid into one of the empty classrooms.
My life was turning into an overused cliché plot used in teenage movies that we all scoff- boy and girl who are best friends and one of them, usually the girls have more than brotherly love for the boy. And we all know how it turns out, after many confrontations and tears, the girl will always end up like she was at the beginning.
Lost and confused.
Author's Note: I am extremely sorry for the slow update. I did not realize it had been TWO MONTHS until someone reviewed and told me. The minute I got that review, I just sat down and started typing. So sorry...the thing is, I went to Cairo for 10 days and when I came back I had 10 days of school work to catch up so I'm really sorry. Wow...so please review ya..thanks.
I'm not particularly pleased with this chapter. Sorry, will try to revise it when I have the time. I'm so anxious to get this uploaded I didn't read it again. So sorry.
Mistakes I Noticed In The First Chapter:
"I muttered a swear word that I knew would earn me a good scrubbing with soap on my mouth if my mother heard me when Oliver pointed to the sky with his HAND and let out red sparks. It meant practice had STARTED."
The correct one would be 'WAND' and 'ENDED'.
...So if you guys noticed any more mistakes, feel free to tell me ya..thanks..