"Ohmigod that's so cute!"
Serena, Serena, Serena…what would we do without you?
"Altogether now…."grinned Hermione"1…2…3…"
"Aaaawwww!!!" cooed Serena and Hermione. All three girls erupted into fits of laughter, and some of the pigeons waddling around by the statue they were leaning against gave them some funny looks.
Clara straightened up and got down to business.
"So, i'm desperate for a new top. Nothing tarty, nothing clubby, nothing too tight, nothing too loose, nothing green or yellow, nothing white, or nothing bright pink"
"So that leaves us largely with a red, black or purple t-shirt" Serena giggled.
"Lets go," said Hermione and struck a commando pose. Which set the other two off laughing again. Now the pigeons gave them even funnier looks.
"Hi Harry," Karen greeted the 14 year old and plonked a mug of tea in front of him.
"Hey" croaked Harry, managing a smile. He took a gulp of tea and tried again. "Good morning"
"Good party?"
"Yeah.great."
"Wanna talk?"
Harry looked at her. It was unnerving that she could almost read his mind.
"Nah"
"Ok"
He loved her for that-leaving him to it when she could see he didn't want to talk.
The next evening…Drew stood in front of the mirror, adding the finishing touches to his dark hair. He stood back, and grinned at his reflection, dark eyes shining. Tonight was his date with Clara, and he was trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. He shook his head, telling himself not to be silly, he'd known Clara for years, and one date wasn't going to make a difference. Even so…
Anna heard something ring in the distance…
Whaaaatttt?????
It kept ringing, oblivious to the POUNDING headache she had. She finally deciphered the tune….
Do de doo doo doo, do de doo doo doo, do de doo doo doo, this is insania…Oh crap…
"Hu..llo..?"
"Anna?"
"I think so…Zoë?"
"Yes…what the fuck HAPPENED with you and Gaz last night?"
"Watch your language young lady…oh SHIT!"
"Huh! But…your not telling me you… you…"
"That effin bu…bum, spiked my drink!"
"So you did?"
"Looks like it. Now can I die peacefully?"
"Yes, seeyaz"
Oh crap. Now it was all flooding back too her. She spotted yesterdays knickers on the floor with a rip in them. Oh shit.
"So yeah, two tickets for Baby Fortune"
Drew grabbed the tickets, and passed one to Clara at the same time she passed him his diet coke. Clara started nudging him towards the door, and nearly dropped her drink in the process. The both exploded into stifled giggles as they sidled into the back row, Clara's new red t-shirt, fitted and with a little line of black writing saying- my attitude is who I am, but chocolate describes my attitude, black trousers, with flares, and of course, her new boots, were catching Drew's eye as they sat down. The movie started, and Drew spent the first half hour debating whether to use the old 'yawning then arm around girl' trick….
Meanwhile, Hermione was curled up, with the latest romance novel, fresh from Waterstones the day before, the fire o crackling away, and an Anastacia CD on in the background. Her mind drifted briefly to Clara's date, and, inevitably, Harry, but she was soon consumed with the warm glow of Blair, and her admirer Maxmilliam…