A/N: I am SO sorry it took me SO long to update you guys! First, I broke my
ankle. Then, school got extremely chaotic. And, now, I am horribly sick. I
do hope I will be able to update sooner next time and that you like this
chapter. Sorry it's shorter than the lest, but I wanted to be able to post
it ASAP. Sorry again!!! Please enjoy (
Hogsmeade was a welcome distraction for me, as usual. Come il Vento was calling my name as she walked down the street. Come il Vento is my favorite shop in Hogsmeade. It is a shop completely based on flying. I remember during our third year, Oliver and I officially proclaimed it heaven.
"Widditch!" I called through a mouth full of Cauldron Cakes and grabbed Alicia's hand, pulling my friend behind me.
"I heard they got some new Firebolts in!" Alicia hurried to keep up with me.
The two of us pushed the door open to the largest flying shop in Hogsmeade. The scent of fresh wood welcomed us as we looked around at the breathtaking shop. Brooms of all sizes and speeds surrounded us and little flying trinkets greeted our eyes and stuffed pockets.
"Katie, over here," Alicia waved me over. "Here it is. The Firebolt!"
My eyes ate up the latest racing broom. From its perfectly styled handle to its individually clipped twigs, the broom was perfect. I ran my hand down the handle and sighed longingly.
"Only a few more Galleons."
"I'm almost as excited about you getting the broom as you are," Alicia hopped happily. "Just wait, the Gryffindor team will be the only House team with a Firebolt on it and my best friend will be the proud owner."
"Patience," I chuckled and started back around the store.
Other things caught my eyes, of course, such as a broom care kit and a necklace with a broom as the pendant. However, my money had to be saved. Besides the ONE sugar quill, I had no money to go spending. The sugar quill was a necessity! How else was I supposed to make it through History of Magic?
After about thirty minutes, Alicia and I managed to drag ourselves unwillingly out of the shop and to the Three Broomsticks. After buying two butterbeers, we managed to find two empty seats next to Fred and George.
"But we can't let mum find out," George was speaking softly as we approached. "If she did, she would take away all of our precious inventions."
"Still trying to find a way to open a joke shop without your mum's approval?" Alicia spoke up as we neared the table.
"It's impossible," Fred mumbled. "The woman's ubiquitous. She knows everything. I don't get it."
"Whoa, Fred. Easy on the big words. You lost me," I sat next to him. "No more of that."
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Toffee?" George stuck out his hands to Alicia and me, each containing a blue-wrapped candy and me.
"I'm not stupid, George," Alicia sipped her butterbeer. "Which kind is it? The one that elongates your tongue or the one that turns you into a bird?"
"Actually, it's a new one. This toffee," he held out his right hand, "makes your hair change color in the back to read 'kick me' and the other makes your nails go pink if you are a guy and your hair go green if you are a girl."
"Oh, I want green hair," I grabbed the toffee out of George's hand.
"Nuh uh," George snapped his hand back. "Paying customers only."
"Sorry, all my money is in the Firebolt fund," I relaxed back in my chair. "Brown hair works for me good enough."
"Have you guys been to Come il Vento yet?" Alicia spoke excitedly. "The Firebolt is beautiful. It's the most amazing broom I've ever seen. It's aerodynamically astounding."
"And you said I was overdoing it with the big words," Fred nudged me with his elbow and I laughed.
"We were just about to head over there," George got up from his seat. "Oy, Fred, let's get a move on."
"Coming," Fred stood, also. "Bye Katie. Alicia."
"See you two later," we both called after them.
"I think we scared 'em off," Alicia smiled into her butterbeer. "We ruined their mischievous planning."
"Yes, well they do too much of that anyhow."
"So, how are things going with you and Oliver?"
I snorted my butterbeer back into its mug.
"What things?"
"Nothing, he just came into the common room the other day and asked me if I thought he took you for granted and I thought it was weird so I figured something must've gone on. No need to become a human butterbeer fountain on me, Katie," she joked as she handed me some napkins.
"Sorry." I'm sure my cheeks were three times their normal shade of pink and I felt about ready to die as Alicia stared questioningly at me. For sure, my overreaction had parked some interest in her, but she knew to keep her mouth closed and I thanked God for that.
"Nothing's going on, he just said he was missing out since he took my friendship for granted since second year. Of course he was," I grinned cockily and stood up.
"Katie!" someone called behind me and I spun around.
"Bloody hell, Diggory," I sighed. "Are you stalking me or something? This is the fourth time this week. I'm glad we're to the point where we can share pleasantries, but privacy."
"I do hope you're joking," he put on an uncertain grin.
"No wonder you're in Hufflepuff," I mumbled. "Yes, I was joking, what do you need?"
"I'm losing feeling in my hand. How do I stop it?" He held out his arm, his left hand dangling pathetically from it.
"You tried to hit on someone, didn't you?" I laughed openly.
This was all too great. He looked so weak and helpless and hurt all because he tried to hit on a girl and his wrist got squeezed. Oliver sure would get a kick out of this story. In case I haven't told you, Oliver despises Diggory. I'm not sure whether it is just Quidditch or whether Oliver realizes that Cedric is the only seventh year ruining his chance of being the most wanted guy in all of Hogwarts, but the rivalry had created an extremely uncomfortable tension between the two. No, it is not sexual tension; it is simply plain, straight out tension. Sexual tension would make it far more amusing though.
"What do I do? I'm not hitting on someone now and it still hurts."
"My suggestion is to get to your dorm. Far away from any females. You're a testosterone driven male, our kind are dangerous for you to be around. Go on now, get! Unless, of course, you want to have your Snitch hand amputated."
That sent Diggory running. He sprinted out of the door and to, presumably, where the carriages awaited him.
"What was that about?" Alicia raised her right eyebrow questioningly.
"Don't ask. It'll be funnier once the whole thing has been played out. I will tell you then. Would you care to join me in the dress robe shop down the street? I have to get some new robes while I'm here. I ripped my purple ones when I got into a fight with Hernandez at the last ball."
"Oh, yeah. You kicked his ass, Kate," Alicia chuckled. "That'll teach a guy to ever tell you that you dress like a girl again."
Yes, in my second year, I did punch my fellow Gryffindor Jakeb Hernandez for telling me I was dressed like a girl. And, yes, I was in dress robes and therefore dressed like a girl, but I wasn't happy about giving up my trademark jeans and oversized T-shirt. When the boy, who was allowed to dress as a boy might I add, so rudely reminded me that I had been forced to dress like one of my own gender, I had broken his nose. I got a whole week of detention for that one . . .
"He deserved it," I muttered as I massaged those same knuckles before pulling down the hem of my extra large shirt. Yep. I still had it.
Hogsmeade was a welcome distraction for me, as usual. Come il Vento was calling my name as she walked down the street. Come il Vento is my favorite shop in Hogsmeade. It is a shop completely based on flying. I remember during our third year, Oliver and I officially proclaimed it heaven.
"Widditch!" I called through a mouth full of Cauldron Cakes and grabbed Alicia's hand, pulling my friend behind me.
"I heard they got some new Firebolts in!" Alicia hurried to keep up with me.
The two of us pushed the door open to the largest flying shop in Hogsmeade. The scent of fresh wood welcomed us as we looked around at the breathtaking shop. Brooms of all sizes and speeds surrounded us and little flying trinkets greeted our eyes and stuffed pockets.
"Katie, over here," Alicia waved me over. "Here it is. The Firebolt!"
My eyes ate up the latest racing broom. From its perfectly styled handle to its individually clipped twigs, the broom was perfect. I ran my hand down the handle and sighed longingly.
"Only a few more Galleons."
"I'm almost as excited about you getting the broom as you are," Alicia hopped happily. "Just wait, the Gryffindor team will be the only House team with a Firebolt on it and my best friend will be the proud owner."
"Patience," I chuckled and started back around the store.
Other things caught my eyes, of course, such as a broom care kit and a necklace with a broom as the pendant. However, my money had to be saved. Besides the ONE sugar quill, I had no money to go spending. The sugar quill was a necessity! How else was I supposed to make it through History of Magic?
After about thirty minutes, Alicia and I managed to drag ourselves unwillingly out of the shop and to the Three Broomsticks. After buying two butterbeers, we managed to find two empty seats next to Fred and George.
"But we can't let mum find out," George was speaking softly as we approached. "If she did, she would take away all of our precious inventions."
"Still trying to find a way to open a joke shop without your mum's approval?" Alicia spoke up as we neared the table.
"It's impossible," Fred mumbled. "The woman's ubiquitous. She knows everything. I don't get it."
"Whoa, Fred. Easy on the big words. You lost me," I sat next to him. "No more of that."
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Toffee?" George stuck out his hands to Alicia and me, each containing a blue-wrapped candy and me.
"I'm not stupid, George," Alicia sipped her butterbeer. "Which kind is it? The one that elongates your tongue or the one that turns you into a bird?"
"Actually, it's a new one. This toffee," he held out his right hand, "makes your hair change color in the back to read 'kick me' and the other makes your nails go pink if you are a guy and your hair go green if you are a girl."
"Oh, I want green hair," I grabbed the toffee out of George's hand.
"Nuh uh," George snapped his hand back. "Paying customers only."
"Sorry, all my money is in the Firebolt fund," I relaxed back in my chair. "Brown hair works for me good enough."
"Have you guys been to Come il Vento yet?" Alicia spoke excitedly. "The Firebolt is beautiful. It's the most amazing broom I've ever seen. It's aerodynamically astounding."
"And you said I was overdoing it with the big words," Fred nudged me with his elbow and I laughed.
"We were just about to head over there," George got up from his seat. "Oy, Fred, let's get a move on."
"Coming," Fred stood, also. "Bye Katie. Alicia."
"See you two later," we both called after them.
"I think we scared 'em off," Alicia smiled into her butterbeer. "We ruined their mischievous planning."
"Yes, well they do too much of that anyhow."
"So, how are things going with you and Oliver?"
I snorted my butterbeer back into its mug.
"What things?"
"Nothing, he just came into the common room the other day and asked me if I thought he took you for granted and I thought it was weird so I figured something must've gone on. No need to become a human butterbeer fountain on me, Katie," she joked as she handed me some napkins.
"Sorry." I'm sure my cheeks were three times their normal shade of pink and I felt about ready to die as Alicia stared questioningly at me. For sure, my overreaction had parked some interest in her, but she knew to keep her mouth closed and I thanked God for that.
"Nothing's going on, he just said he was missing out since he took my friendship for granted since second year. Of course he was," I grinned cockily and stood up.
"Katie!" someone called behind me and I spun around.
"Bloody hell, Diggory," I sighed. "Are you stalking me or something? This is the fourth time this week. I'm glad we're to the point where we can share pleasantries, but privacy."
"I do hope you're joking," he put on an uncertain grin.
"No wonder you're in Hufflepuff," I mumbled. "Yes, I was joking, what do you need?"
"I'm losing feeling in my hand. How do I stop it?" He held out his arm, his left hand dangling pathetically from it.
"You tried to hit on someone, didn't you?" I laughed openly.
This was all too great. He looked so weak and helpless and hurt all because he tried to hit on a girl and his wrist got squeezed. Oliver sure would get a kick out of this story. In case I haven't told you, Oliver despises Diggory. I'm not sure whether it is just Quidditch or whether Oliver realizes that Cedric is the only seventh year ruining his chance of being the most wanted guy in all of Hogwarts, but the rivalry had created an extremely uncomfortable tension between the two. No, it is not sexual tension; it is simply plain, straight out tension. Sexual tension would make it far more amusing though.
"What do I do? I'm not hitting on someone now and it still hurts."
"My suggestion is to get to your dorm. Far away from any females. You're a testosterone driven male, our kind are dangerous for you to be around. Go on now, get! Unless, of course, you want to have your Snitch hand amputated."
That sent Diggory running. He sprinted out of the door and to, presumably, where the carriages awaited him.
"What was that about?" Alicia raised her right eyebrow questioningly.
"Don't ask. It'll be funnier once the whole thing has been played out. I will tell you then. Would you care to join me in the dress robe shop down the street? I have to get some new robes while I'm here. I ripped my purple ones when I got into a fight with Hernandez at the last ball."
"Oh, yeah. You kicked his ass, Kate," Alicia chuckled. "That'll teach a guy to ever tell you that you dress like a girl again."
Yes, in my second year, I did punch my fellow Gryffindor Jakeb Hernandez for telling me I was dressed like a girl. And, yes, I was in dress robes and therefore dressed like a girl, but I wasn't happy about giving up my trademark jeans and oversized T-shirt. When the boy, who was allowed to dress as a boy might I add, so rudely reminded me that I had been forced to dress like one of my own gender, I had broken his nose. I got a whole week of detention for that one . . .
"He deserved it," I muttered as I massaged those same knuckles before pulling down the hem of my extra large shirt. Yep. I still had it.