Thanks for the reviews and the comments. This is the second chapter, I hope you enjoy it!
Azelya - Aw, thanks for the review. And for calling it cute… You're awesome.
CaptainCrash - Haha, you're not a ditz. Thanks for the review! And yes, Friends rocks my little socks off. (10 pounds? I have no idea how much that is…sorry, I ish American.)
Anyway…this is a Katie Bell/Marcus Flint fanfiction…and I got the idea off of a friend, Emz, aka TruamaQueen – so go read her story, "Counting her tears"!
Disclaimer. I am not J.K. Rowling. I am using her characters to form a fanfiction, and am not breaking the law/earning any money off this piece. This is just for fun.
Oh, and before I forget – This fanfiction is rated PG-13 for swearing, violence, and sexual innuendos.
Fabula Incipio!
It had been three days.
And still, Angelina Johnson – beautiful girl, talented Quidditch chaser, straight B-student, currently girlfriend of sixth year Ravenclaw soon-to-be Quidditch captain Eddie Carmichael and obvious love interest of Fred Weasley – had not reconciled with Katie Bell. Who was, of course, equally beautiful, maybe even more talented with Quidditch, straight A-student, and currently single.
And when one of Hogwart's most loved pair of friends were not talking to each other, people talked.
"Did you hear about the fight between Katie and Angelina?"
"My god, I heard that the fight took place in the common room! Merlin…I wish I hadn't missed it."
"I heard that Angelina punched Katie."
"What do you think they're fighting about?"
"Probably guy troubles. I know! Maybe Katie likes Angelina's latest boyfriend!"
"Who's that?"
"Um…either Eddie, that Ravenclaw guy…or it might have been that Hufflepuff Quidditch captain…or that Jack guy…or that guy named Kevin…"
And then they would all start giggling as they realized how many guys Angelina had dated.
Then, amongst the girls, some cries of, "Merlin, she's being such a slut!" Would be heard, while the guys would laugh heartily and say, "I wish I was going out with her…"
Katie, when she heard these conversations, would put up her defenses and feel like she wanted to punch whoever was talking about her best friend in a bad way, but then she'd remember quickly that they were fighting.
They'd had bigger fights before – about bigger things.
So why is it that Angelina's holding up such a grudge this time? It isn't even a worthwhile subject to fight about!
Katie would think to herself. She'd tried to apologize a couple times, once actually trying to confront her and say quite clearly to her face, "Sorry Angelina, I didn't mean to hurt you – I just don't like George, okay?" But what she had received was a very silent response, and Angelina had walked away without so much as glancing at her, rushing over to talk to one of her other friends.
Then she had tried the note-passing approach, in Transfiguration class, while they were supposed to be writing an essay about a topic that McGonagall said would be on the NEWTs. Katie knew she should be paying close attention to the teacher, but instead, she took out a blue sparkly quill (that Angelina had given her on her 4th-year Christmas) and written a genuine note to her friend.
It said something along the lines of –
Angelina-
Look, I'm sorry if you're upset. I didn't mean to hurt you. If you want to have fun and date all these different guys, it's fine. I don't think you're a whore at all. And if you really want me to be with George, I'll consider it.
With love and apologies,
Katie.
And after she'd read it over once, the apology and the way she was giving in so easily seemed so pathetic to her that she gave a frustrated yelp and threw the note at the corner of the room.
Unfortunately, McGonagall noticed, and picked the note up – threatening to read it in front of the class, but after reading its contents, her expression softened, and she just gave the piece of paper back to Katie.
"Miss Bell, please just work on your essay." She had said with a soft voice, smiling.
Then Katie just gave up on her efforts to apologize to Angelina.
In fact, Angelina seemed to be enjoying her time apart with her.
Smirking, Katie made up her mind to enjoy it, too.
But it was harder than she thought. When she wanted to talk about the rapidly approaching first practice for Quidditch and how much she was excited for it, she found no one to talk to.
Of course, Alicia Spinnet, a fellow Chaser, was a good friend and she supposed she could talk to her – but Alicia had always been closer to Angelina.
In a shock, Katie realized that she had never had a real friend like Angelina.
She remembered all the times they had talked together in front of the fire and shared secrets. And the bottles of butterbeer they would always clink together in celebration after winning a Quidditch match. The way they both loved the feel of the wind in their faces. The way that in Potions, when Katie almost fell asleep, Angelina would always wake up her just in time before Snape noticed anything and gave her detention. The way they helped each other with their homework.
No, Katie told herself.
The way that she's arrogant and self-centered. The way that she's so boy-crazy and never really thinks about her friends. The way that she's so disorganized. The way she doesn't really understand me.
Katie was trying to think of all the bad points of Angelina when suddenly, very suddenly, she crashed right into the very red-headed Fred Weasley. Or was it George?
Fred – or George – turned bright red as he sent Katie knocking into the floor, books scattering everywhere and her bag splitting open. Fred/George seemed to be hurrying to someplace quick too, and hadn't been looking where he was going. Rushing, he put out a hand for Katie to grab to steady herself, but she didn't take it. Something about Fred/George wasn't right. He was too jumpy.
"What's wrong?" She asked the Weasley, standing up on her own.
"Huh?! Katie? Oh – uh – nothing. Sorry for knocking into you…yeah. Er…I just have to – er – get somewhere…"
"And where would this be?" Katie asked, suddenly feeling very suspicious and yet somewhat relieved that she was actually talking to a friend, and not feeling alone for once.
"Well…if you really must know, I'm going up to the Owlery to propose to one of these snow owls that I've been seeing for a couple of months now. So if you'll excuse me…I have to go."
Katie was puzzled. Whichever Weasley this was, his humor was faltering and Angelina knew that they could be funnier than that. Something was wrong…
That was when Angelina turned the corner with her arm latched quite securely with Eddie Carmichael and holding a bright white rose contently, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
Eddie looked positively giddy with pleasure – which was understandable, as he was now the very public boyfriend of Angelina Johnson, who was beautiful, one year older than him, and possessed a rather curvy body.
That was enough to make any man happy.
She looked at the Weasley and sure enough, he was turning bright purple, his lips curled into an expression of disgust, and a hand running through his red hair nervously.
With a snort, Katie realized which twin it was.
"Fred, go wherever you need to go." She said to him, gently. She was sure he didn't want to be embarrassed in front of Angelina looking flustered with a bunch of books laid out in front of him.
He raised his eyebrows and looked down at the mess of books on the floor, as if asking her once last time, "Really?" but he was already off before Katie could answer.
She bent down to pick up her schoolbooks when suddenly, she realized someone was standing right in front of her, legs apart, standing in an indignant pose.
Looking up, she saw Eddie, supporting a rather love struck, loony countenance, but still managing to look menacing, as Eddie, who was still a sixth year, was one of the tallest guys in the whole school – almost just as tall as the Weasley twins, who were over six feet.
"Yes?" She asked uncertainly, looking into gray-green eyes.
"Yeah. Angelina just wanted me to tell you…that she likes me." He said, a winning smile now on his face.
Katie smiled at him sweetly. "Well, that's obvious, isn't it? Seeing as you're her boyfriend?"
Eddie looked confused, then decided instead to say, "Well, she said that…Fred Weasley…well, she likes me better than him. And she wants you to back off…about…that." Then, as if regaining his composure, he stuck a finger in Katie's face and scowled.
"So back off."
"Tell her that I already have."
Eddie looked slightly puzzled for a moment, then nodded, and headed off in a different direction, leaving Katie sitting there with a pile of books in front of her and nothing to do but pick them up.
And suddenly, Katie wished strongly that she were back in her Quidditch daydream, with the Wasps costume and all.
…Okay. So there's nothing really happening right now. No Flint, nothing exciting. Well…I like moving on the stories slowly, just so you get to know the characters better. And besides, don't you just love the details anyway? snorts
-Amy.