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A/N Hello! I hope you like this story. Please review if you read...it makes me happy but please be nice in them. I am only 14 and there will be mistakes in the story...please don't be rude in the reviews. Love From, Abbie Snape
Royal Love
Chapter One
Catherine Catherine, or Callie to her friends, Kingston sat on the couch of her three- bedroom apartment she shared with two other girls. She was surprised her father left her get one. You see, her father was a prince, next in line for the thrown of England. Her being seventeen was the next after him. That was a bit weird considering she wasn't normal for her people standards.
Callie was also a witch. She just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her father kept that a secret. "Image what the people would think" he would always tell her. She kept his secret since she was eleven. Only her father and the people around him and her two best friends knew.
She was beautiful. No one could say other wise, even the people that didn't like her. She had shoulder length, straight strawberry blonde hair layered perfectly. The sparkle in her baby blue eyes made them her best feature. Soft pink lips and rosy cheeks finished her. Along with her looks was her personality. She could be a sweet heart and get along with everyone but then she could be a real smart ass if someone pissed her off enough like Nicholas. He had a crush on her ever since they were kids but Callie could never look over the rich, spoiled, arrogant person her was. She was rich too, yes, but didn't act like it.
Callie looked up from her book when her roommate and best friend came stumbling though the door. Lola Dashwood was seventeen as well and was a real party girl. Her mother and father were Lords and Ladies. She wasn't what people imaged her to be with her red hair down past her shoulders that had blonde, strawberry blonde, and black highlights. The only innocent looking things about her were her hazel eyes.
"Lola...hang over?" asked Callie.
"I think so," said Lola falling into the nearest chair.
"Was it worth it?"
"Oh, yeah."
Callie shook her head and went back to her book. Lola was a muggle but her other roommate wasn't. Shelby Blair was a muggle-born witch like her self. Shelby must have heard Lola because she came out of her room, still have dressed.
"Have fun?"
"Loads..." said Lola in a dreamy voice.
"I would hate for your father to see you like this." said Shelby shaking her head.
"Like he hasn't seen me a newspaper...or at one of his parties."
Shelby gave her smile. Her curly raven black hair was pulled into a low ponytail. Her deep chocolate eyes reminded them of their old professor's, Snape. She was the quite on of the group and that was due to her father taught her to be when she was younger and at a ball. Her father was a Lord as well and close to the royal family.
Shelby looked at Callie and a big smile came across her face. She slowly walked over to wear she was on the couch.
"What do you want?" asked Callie.
"Who says I want anything?"
"Fine."
"But I want to ask you something."
"Told you. What is it?"
"Well, you see, Gabriel has a Quidditch game today and...um...he wanted me to go but I don't want to go alone." explained Shelby.
"So you want me to go with you since I'm the only witch around?"
"Well yeah and you're my best witch friend."
"Fine I'll go and I didn't think begging was a Slytherin trait." said Callie standing up.
"You're the Slytherin. I just got stuck there."
"Quidditch...that's that game where you play on broomsticks? Flying around?" asked Lola trying to stand with no success.
"Yes and don't hurt yourself," said Callie going into her room. She looked in her closet and found a pair a kaki pants and a dark red sweater. Who ever decided to have Quidditch in the winter was crazy.
"Who's playing?" yelled Callie.
"England and Ireland." came Shelby's voice.
"What time does it start?" she yelled.
"Three!" "And it is already two-thirty. Thanks for telling me so soon."
"Welcome."
Callie rolled her eyes and pulled out a dark blue robe and brown boots. She left her hair down and just put on clear lip-gloss. She looked beautiful without make up. She walked out of the room to find Lola passed out on the floor. She pulled out her wand and said a spell that woke her up.
"You better be glad I learned that spell," said Callie helping her up.
"Thanks...I think I will go to bed now," said Lola. She started walking toward Shelby's room.
"Left hun.... other left." said Callie shaking her head.
"Ready?" asked Shelby
"Yeah."
They disapparated from the apartment and in front of the England's Quidditch pitch.
"Lets go!" said Shelby excitedly.
"You're crazy over a guy."
"At least I got one but its not like you couldn't get one."
"Shut up and let's go."
They walked inside of the pitch. Shelby handed their tickets in and found their seats. Some people keep staring at them because some probably knew now who they were.
"So how crazy are you over this guy...Gabriel?" asked Callie. "Not completely, just a bit." answered Shelby.
"And here is your home team, England- Keeper Gabriel Short, Beaters Troy Banks and Jordan Miller, Chasers Abby Davies, Damien Judd, and Lily Hollow, and Seeker Harry Potter."
There was a thunder of clapping and cheering, mostly for Harry.
"There, see." said Shelby pointing to a sandy blonde, copper colored eyed boy.
"How old is this one?" asked Callie.
"Twenty-five."
"And you are seventeen!"
"So...but he is really nice."
Callie shook her head and began to watch the game. She loved Quidditch. She played it at Hogwarts her sixth and seventh year, seeker after Malfoy left.
"Hey Callie!" came someone voice.
"Hermione? Hey!" said Callie said giving her a hug.
"What brings you here?"
"Shelby."
"For Gabriel?"
"Of course."
Hermione gave a smile and returned to the game. Ron was beside her. She image that they would be getting married soon. They have dated since they left Hogwarts.
"And Potter has the snitch. England wins 240 to 100." "Come on." said Shelby.
"Where are we going?" asked Callie.
"You'll see."