A/N: I'm so sorry I'm taking so long to post. This story's just confusing and of course, being me, I had to go and start two other fics. So, right. Hope you like and I'll try to have the next bit up ASAP!
Thak you so much to all you those that have reviewed any one of the stories in this trilogy. The fact that people still read them reminds me that I should still write them! *hugs*
For Cat. ^_^
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Nicki burst into his dorm with a triumphant grin. "What? Did you finally succeed in charming all the mirrors in the girls dormitories?" Neville asked, looking up from his homework.
"No."
"Did you get the suit of armor by the library to do the Macarena every time a teacher walks by?"
"No," Nicki replied, grin widening.
"Did you turn Gabrielle Delacouer's hair pink with blue polka dots?"
"No."
"Did you turn Marcus Delacouer's hair pink with blue polka dots?"
"He'd like that. And I'd like for him to like that, but no."
"Did you transfigure Madam Maxime's coach into a pumpkin?"
"I will tomorrow, when she needs it."
"Then I give up. Why are you so happy?"
"I got a letter today," Nicki said. Neville straightened up immediately.
"From who?"
"I don't know," Nicki said casually. "The handwriting is unfamiliar and the letter is in English. Who would write to me in English? But the signature at the bottom- the name rings a bell- Ron Weasley?"
"Give me the letter."
"Ask me nicely."
"Give me the letter or they will send you home to your mother in little pieces."
"Done. I don't know how you manage to be so convincing," Nicki replied, handing Neville the letter.
"Natural charm."
"Must be it. So...what does it say?"
"You mean you didn't read it?"
"Neville, I'm hurt. I would never read your mail."
"You'd never admit to reading my mail."
"That too. Go on. Read it!"
With trembling hands, Neville opened the letter and his face fell to find out that the handwriting was unfamiliar to him as well, compact and tidy and definitely feminine. "Dear Neville, Padma has been kind enough to write this note for me. Harry would've done it, but his handwriting isn't too neat and he's busy with that dumb git Malfoy. He's moved into our dorm now. If there is a god, He hates me right now. Not only are you gone and Malfoy is our new roommate, but the little people keep showing up. There are more of them now, including two in plaid. Plaid? I swear, the world has gone insane. I miss you. Seamus misses you too, but for different reasons. I hope. There isn't anything you need to tell me, is there? If there is, I'll kill him. Love always, Ron."
"Little people?" echoed Nicki.
"Shut up. What does yours say?"
"My what?"
"Your note."
"Who said I had a note?"
"You stayed up late all night scratching away with your quill. Marcus should have replied by now."
"Marcus?"
"Oh don't play stupid with me."
"Upon my honor-"
"What honor? If you went to Hogwarts, you'd be a Slytherin."
"Why do I sense an insult in there somewhere?"
"Because there is one in there somewhere."
"Fine. Marcus did write me. How'd you know?"
"Because every time you express sympathy over my situation, you glance over at him. Because he stares at you in class. Because you always find some excuse to touch him. Because every prank for you seems to be topped off with a smile from him. And lastly, because the corner of the parchment is sticking out of your pocket."
"Oh!" Nicki exclaimed. He laughed. "You are very observant."
"I know."
"And so modest."
"Well, what does it say?"
"It says thank God for house elves, moonlit nights and empty classrooms."
"In those exact terms?"
"Well, I'm paraphrasing, of course. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an angel to moon over." Neville laughed. Why were all his friends the strange ones?
***
See, you have nothing to fear from Nicki. He's got his own problems. I will try so hard to get Harry and Draco in the next part. I can promise that Bill and Percy will be appearing in a chapter shortly. Review!
Love,
J. Silver
Thak you so much to all you those that have reviewed any one of the stories in this trilogy. The fact that people still read them reminds me that I should still write them! *hugs*
For Cat. ^_^
***
Nicki burst into his dorm with a triumphant grin. "What? Did you finally succeed in charming all the mirrors in the girls dormitories?" Neville asked, looking up from his homework.
"No."
"Did you get the suit of armor by the library to do the Macarena every time a teacher walks by?"
"No," Nicki replied, grin widening.
"Did you turn Gabrielle Delacouer's hair pink with blue polka dots?"
"No."
"Did you turn Marcus Delacouer's hair pink with blue polka dots?"
"He'd like that. And I'd like for him to like that, but no."
"Did you transfigure Madam Maxime's coach into a pumpkin?"
"I will tomorrow, when she needs it."
"Then I give up. Why are you so happy?"
"I got a letter today," Nicki said. Neville straightened up immediately.
"From who?"
"I don't know," Nicki said casually. "The handwriting is unfamiliar and the letter is in English. Who would write to me in English? But the signature at the bottom- the name rings a bell- Ron Weasley?"
"Give me the letter."
"Ask me nicely."
"Give me the letter or they will send you home to your mother in little pieces."
"Done. I don't know how you manage to be so convincing," Nicki replied, handing Neville the letter.
"Natural charm."
"Must be it. So...what does it say?"
"You mean you didn't read it?"
"Neville, I'm hurt. I would never read your mail."
"You'd never admit to reading my mail."
"That too. Go on. Read it!"
With trembling hands, Neville opened the letter and his face fell to find out that the handwriting was unfamiliar to him as well, compact and tidy and definitely feminine. "Dear Neville, Padma has been kind enough to write this note for me. Harry would've done it, but his handwriting isn't too neat and he's busy with that dumb git Malfoy. He's moved into our dorm now. If there is a god, He hates me right now. Not only are you gone and Malfoy is our new roommate, but the little people keep showing up. There are more of them now, including two in plaid. Plaid? I swear, the world has gone insane. I miss you. Seamus misses you too, but for different reasons. I hope. There isn't anything you need to tell me, is there? If there is, I'll kill him. Love always, Ron."
"Little people?" echoed Nicki.
"Shut up. What does yours say?"
"My what?"
"Your note."
"Who said I had a note?"
"You stayed up late all night scratching away with your quill. Marcus should have replied by now."
"Marcus?"
"Oh don't play stupid with me."
"Upon my honor-"
"What honor? If you went to Hogwarts, you'd be a Slytherin."
"Why do I sense an insult in there somewhere?"
"Because there is one in there somewhere."
"Fine. Marcus did write me. How'd you know?"
"Because every time you express sympathy over my situation, you glance over at him. Because he stares at you in class. Because you always find some excuse to touch him. Because every prank for you seems to be topped off with a smile from him. And lastly, because the corner of the parchment is sticking out of your pocket."
"Oh!" Nicki exclaimed. He laughed. "You are very observant."
"I know."
"And so modest."
"Well, what does it say?"
"It says thank God for house elves, moonlit nights and empty classrooms."
"In those exact terms?"
"Well, I'm paraphrasing, of course. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an angel to moon over." Neville laughed. Why were all his friends the strange ones?
***
See, you have nothing to fear from Nicki. He's got his own problems. I will try so hard to get Harry and Draco in the next part. I can promise that Bill and Percy will be appearing in a chapter shortly. Review!
Love,
J. Silver