Water and Wine
Chapter Two – The Ingrate and the Exhibitionist
Potter came walking lazily to the table, and sat beside Remus, almost in front of me, as if a few hours past I hadn't have a fight with him again. Pettigrew was already eating there was a little while, but I didn't pay any attention in his arrival. It was incredible how he was able to reach somewhere in silence.
- So, Remus, - he said, making full his plate, while I was making an effort to hear only Black's conversation with Alice. – what day of the month is today?
Remus seemed to froze, but I didn't understand why.
- Sixteen.
- Oh, so we have a great deal of time yet. – laughed Potter, and I didn't know what was the joke. Remus, for his once, seemed very tense. But, for what I guess that was his luck, the other managed to change the subject, what became my bad luck. – Hi, Evans.
I didn't answer; I just gave a glance on him, suddenly as tense as Remus was, either without knowing the reason.
-Oh, Evans, I can't believe that you are still furious with me for today afternoon's little thing... Tallowy has deserved a lesson a long time past, that's you who were too good protecting him.
-And may you say me what did he do for you to charm him in front of everyone that way? – I asked, without control myself.
-Well, except for the fact that he exists, as I told you before... He's a great full of himself and ingrate; didn't you see him calling you a mud- blood?
-Until now he has only provoked me, and he didn't do anything to you.- I said.
-And were you going to let him...?
-Of course I was, Potter, Snape calls me mud-blood since the first year, and this is most normal thing of the world. But you have been worse than him, Potter. Don't you realize that at once everybody is tired to know that you are Griffindor's snitcher, and that you think that you are the most intelligent and seductive of the whole world??
-The part called seductive I leave for your own, Evans. I can't do anything if all the girls used to find me so handsome.
-Well, I don't, Potter, therefore from this moment on you can start to get down of your pedestal.
-Hey, that's enough – Frank interfered. And then I had an idly cruel idea.
-You're right, Frank.- I said. – I won't lose my time with this stupid guy. So, we are combined, we'll go together to Hogsmead, won't we?
While I was getting up, I could see Potter's expression. Exactly as I wanted, how predictable the boys are. I love to hurt his ego...
At least the year was nearly finished. That weekend that I would spend with Frank would be the last before our holidays, and I was almost dieing of anxiety to know about the exam's results. At Saturday morning, I woke a little earlier and I took away with me a parchment, quill and inkpot to the owl's tower, thinking in send a letter home before reach there, and to avoid myself of stay speaking all the time about the tests. If I'd write all my expectancies on the paper, my parents (or Petunia, that envious) would be able do destroy that letter without have to support all that rigmarole.
I had already told about the exams of Spells and Magic History, when I heard a noise of steps behind me. After turning myself, I saw Snape. Again.
-What are you doing here? – I asked, before I could hold my tongue.
Snape stared at me, as if studying that daring girl in front of him.
-I guess you don't own this place, Evans. So I hadn't to give any explanations to you.
-Certainly you don't, but I think that a little of education wouldn't hurt you. Maybe it'd make Potter control himself a little more. – I added, suddenly nervous.
-You shall have had a great entertainment. – he said. - But you couldn't lose a chance like that to seem the benevolent and pious girl, could you?
-Look, I got already tired of discussions for a great while, Snape. I had already a fight with Potter today and sincerely I'm not ready for another one.
Snape got out a piece of parchment from inside his robes and walked at the direction of one of that towers' owls.
-Did you fight with Potter? – he asked, his voice forcedly indifferent.
-I fight with him the whole time. – I said, while taking care of my own owl. – Much more than you do, because I have to see him everyday for belonging to the same House than him.
-Or perhaps because I am not used to pass my hands through my hair all the time.
"If you'd do it, it'd get worse than it already is", I thought, but I made up my mind to don't say that.
-But I think that the fact that he doesn't call me always mud-blood collaborates for me don't to kill him. – I provoked.
The owl sent by Snape gone flying and he stood, looking to the horizon (at least for what I could realize).
-But you are, Evans. You spent your whole life living as a muggle, until receive that damnit letter of Hogwarts.
-If you are trying to offend me – I said, doubling the letter when I had stopped to write. – you'll have to do more than call me mud-blood. At least in something Potter was right, you're a great ingrate.
-Why, did you agree in go out with him to make me keep dressed?
-I wouldn't do it neither for my sister, Snape – I said, thanking to God for Snape doesn't know about my friendly relationship with Petunia. Snape turned to me and said:
-Don't you really know the reason for you to fight so many times with Potter, Evans?
Took of surprised, I got up one eyebrow.
- What are you talking about?
-Forget it. You don't imagine it either.
Another owl gone flying, this once that one who was taking away my letter.
-Ah, I mustn't stay here hearing your riddles. – I blew, getting out there.
I found Alice in one hall near our common room. She was excited; finally Black had invited her to go out. And this meant two things. First: she would go out with him only for a once, and then we'd have our holidays, what means that next year he would neither remember her. Second: it's better to me get prepared to see her letters this summer. There will be only sighs of "oh, Lily, do you think that Sirius liked me?" and stuff alike. But, even so, I had to show her happiness for her realization.
Alice is that kind of friend which doesn't let you speak a lot. She used to remember lots of details of that sublime moment when Black talked to her every time, and it was getting really unsupportable, when Frank came to save me. It was time to go to Hogsmead.
-Alice seems to be very happy. – he commented, when we got far from her.
-Sirius Black have left Alice very happy nowadays. – I said, laughing. – She's fell for him.
-Well, we can see that kilometers far away from her. But does she really like him?
I turned to look to him.
-Is Frank Longbottom jealous of Alice Scorrel?
-And is Lily Evans jealous of Frank Longbottom?
-Don't be foolish, Frank – I said, while we walked on the path to Hogsmead.
-So, where will we go first?
-I don't know, how about Three Brooms?
-As you wish. – smiled Frank.
I was smiling largely too, when my look found the only one who could brake up it. Yes, Potter again. How he know how to be improper. For most incredible it may seem, he wasn't with another girl, and rather only walking with Remus, at Zonko's direction, of course. When he saw us, he looked up to me very strangely, something like a insinuation. In principle, I thought that was really exquisite, but soon I remembered that senseless attitudes are just like Potter's kind.
-Wow, what may be the matter with Potter now...? – I muttered, while Frank and I got in Three Brooms.
-Certainly it's me. – he laughed. – Did you see his face when you said that you'd go out with me?
-Actually, I don't care a bit. I want he to go and ask for comfort with his harem, because I'm very well right here.
Frank smiled wider, taking my comment as a big complement to him.
And thanks for that O.W.L.! Starting from the next chapter I'll use it. In Portuguese there are fourteen chapters, until now. Thanks again!