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For about a week, I was walking down the same beach. The same sun was over the same horizon. The same water echoed in the same background. I was laughing the same laugh. The same sand squished between the same toes. The same someone was walking with me, and every time I would look to see whom that same person was, I'd be interrupted from my same dream.
This time it was Angelina.
"Alicia! Alicia! Wake up!" She yelled, flinging open the scarlet curtains that surrounded my bed. I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes. Angelina practically jumped on my bed. I had never seen her as excited, except when we'd won the Quidditch Cup two years ago. "Alicia! You're never going to guess what I found when I woke up this morning! Go on! Guess!"
I knew it had to be something big for her to be this ecstatic, so I sat up, more awake.
"Ummm..." I pondered. "An incredibly handsome, dashing movie star has asked for your hand in marriage?"
"Alicia! I'm serious! This is a very serious matter!"
"Okay, sorry," I laughed. "But I honestly don't know. Tell me." Angelina put on the biggest smile and almost shrieked.
"This morning when I woke up, and there was a note on the windowsill by me bed, so I pulled it off the window, and I saw that it was from Professor McGonagall. Alicia, I'm the new Quidditch captain!"
Hearing this news, I was completely awake.
"Angelina, that's great!" I yelped. "I'm so proud of you. I thought for sure it would be Fred! This is great! Who are the other captains for the other teams?"
"Davies for Ravenclaw. We all knew that. He deserves it though. He's been captain since fifth year. Hell of a chaser," She nodded. "Ryan Montague for Slytherin. He's going to turn out just like Marcus Flint. And Hufflepuff's captain is Nick Solar. He's a Beater."
"This is awesome," I smiled, proud of Angelina. Then, I realized something was missing. "Where's Katie?" I asked, looking around the room. She wasn't in her bed, or the adjoining bathroom. Right then, the door opened.
"Did I hear someone call me?" the bubbly Katie Bell smiled. "You know Lich, it's not nice to talk behind peoples backs. They might not like it."
"Shut it Bell," I smirked. Katie sat at the end of my bed, just as Angelina had been seconds before. Now, she was pinning her note of good news on her bedpost. "Where were you?" I asked Katie.
"I went down to tell everyone the news," she explained, brushing some blonde hair from her face. "Boy, was Fred jealous." She stood up, leaned against the post of my bed. She crossed her arms over her chest, and spoke, imitating the red haired boy. "Girls don't need to be Quidditch captains. That's a mans' job. Professor McGonagall must've drank too much Fire whiskey when she made her pick." She stood normal again and shrugged. "I'll tell you Angie, you're lucky. I'd kill for Quidditch captain."
"Not me," I spoke up. "Too much pressure. If your team doesn't perform well, it's like it's your fault. I give you credit Angelina. It'll be tough, but I know you can do it."
"Thanks Lich," Angelina smiled before walking over and giving me a huge hug. Pretty soon, Katie followed suit, and we were all engulfed in one huge best friend hug.
"Whoa! Whoa!" we heard as the door flung open. George stood in the doorway; hand over his face, peeking out through two fingers. "Whatever you girls plan on doing, please lock the door next time." We all piled off my bed, laughing.
"Yes George," Katie joked. "You walked in one of our lesbian threesomes. You must be scarred for life. She rolled her eyes at him, as he grinned in the tall doorway.
"You loser," I laughed. "You, George Weasley, have a dirty mind." He shrugged. "We were simply celebrating Angelina's news."
"By piling on top of each other on your bed? You girls are weird," he replied, shaking his head.
I could hear Katie mutter "Stupid boys," under her breath. She walked over to her own bed and violently began fixing the pillows.
"So how is Fred taking the news?" Angelina asked. "Does he still think I can't do it?"
"Fred's just jealous," George replied. "He'll get over it. I think he knows you'll do a good job and is intimidated by the fact that he could be bossed around by a girl."
"We boss him around all the time," Katie noted from her side of the room. "He should be used to it. We boss all you boys around. You do whatever we tell you to."
"Do not," George protested, standing up for himself, Lee, and Fred.
"Do too," Katie argued back. We all knew she was right. She picked up a shoe from under her bed, walked toward George, dropped the shoe, and kept walking for a few more paces. Then, she turned around and faced him. "Can you get that?" she asked. Both Angelina and I knew what she was up to.
"Sure," he shrugged, and bent down to pick up Katie's sneaker. Right as he was about to pick it up, he looked at Katie, and stopped picking it up, hands on his hips.
"Point taken," he nodded. "But Fred's just jealous. He'll live. Don't worry. You'll be a fine captain Angelina."
"Thanks George," she replied. "What did you need anyway? Or could you just not wait any longer to see our beautiful faces?"
"I came up to tell you that we're going down for breakfast," he said. "Because it's a Saturday morning, and the best breakfast is always on Saturday."
"Mmm..." Katie smiled. "I could use some pancakes and bacon right now." She picked up her shoe and threw it with its match, back under her bed.
"You guys go ahead," I suggested. "I'll meet you down in the common room. I'm going to change." Everyone else was dressed except me, seeing I was the last one up. Hogwarts students didn't have to wear school clothes on weekends, so I pulled a pair of black track pants and a red polo shirt out of my dresser and walked into the bathroom to change.
"Don't be long," I heard Katie call as I heard the door close. I quickly changed and opened the bathroom door. I gasped as I saw George sitting on my bed, looking around the room.
"God George, you scared the hell out of me," I said, catching my breath. "I thought you left." He stopped looking around and looked over to me as I brushed the knots out of my boring hair. He licked his lips.
"You told them, right?" he asked. Great. He was talking about the letter. I hadn't told Angelina and Katie or Lee and Fred about the contents of the letter. I looked away from him and became very interested in my hair.
"Alicia," he groaned. "You have to tell them sooner or later. They have the right to know. You guys are best friends."
"I'll tell them," I stated simply.
"When?" he asked. "After they somehow find out, and get mad that you've been keeping this from them, and hate you? Cause it'll be too late then."
"The only way they'd find out is if you told them," I argued. "And you promised me you wouldn't tell. You promised me George!"
"Relax, I'm not going to tell them," he shook his head, getting up from my bed and walking to toward the door. I threw my hair up in a quick bun. "But you have to tell them soon Alicia. You're going to get hurt in the end if they find out some other way than you."
"I know," I sighed. "Just not now."
"Soon though, right?" he asked. "Promise you'll do it soon? I kept my promise to you, now you own me. So promise you'll tell them soon?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Promise." I wasn't looking forward to telling them what my mother had said. The truth is, I had been trying not to think about it myself. It seemed that if I didn't bring it up I my mind, it was like it' wasn't real.
"Come on!" we head from Lee from outside the door. "What are you guys doing, conceiving a child? Let's go, I'm starving!"
George rolled his eyes at me as he flung the door open, sending Lee down the flight of stairs. We all laughed as we watched him tumble down. George and I made our way down the steps, being sure not to step on him at the bottom. I helped him up, and we all walked out of the common room to our Saturday breakfast.
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The whole weekend was spent indoors, much to our dismay. We could hear the rain pounding on the windows of the school wherever we went. Hogwarts should find a soundproofing charm. So Saturday and Sunday was spent either finishing homework, reading, or playing card games and board games in the common room.
Sunday, we were all spread across Gryffindor Tower, bored out of our minds. Fred was trying to come up with something off the top of his head for his overdue Charms essay, asking Katie or me what he should write every five minutes. Angelina was curled up in an armchair, 101 New Quidditch Moves, perched on her lap. George and Katie were playing a loud game of Wizards' Chess, and Lee and I were building a card house with Exploding Snap cards. Every so often you would hear an "Aha!" from Angelina, an "Aww! I hate this game!" from Katie, followed by a laugh from George, or a wince from either Lee or I when our tower was about to fall over. Besides that, and Fred's pleading for us to write his essay for him, all that could be heard was the pounding of the rain.
"I quit!" Katie yelled, slamming her fist on the table, causing the game Lee and me were playing to come crashing to the ground.
"You don't quit," George laughed. "You lose. You don't know how to play."
"I do too," She argued as she violently began to shove the game into its case.
"Obviously not," he muttered. "You lost three games in a row."
"You cheated," Katie determined as she plopped down on one of the couches. I followed suit and took a spot next to her, Fred soon sitting to my left. We all struck up conversation, but it didn't get interesting until George, who was across the room from me, along with Angelina and Lee, spoke up.
"So," he said, looking right at me, but addressing everyone. "Anyone get any interesting mail lately?"
I shot him a death glare, praying to Apollo that everyone had forgotten I'd gotten a letter the previous week.
"My mum sent me some big long letter on how she wishes I'd come home," Lee responded. "I swear, she's been too scared to take her eyes off me since the whole Diggory thing last year. She almost didn't let me come back this year."
"My dad was the same way," Katie nodded. "He didn't understand the whole thing. He's still trying to grasp the concept of portkeys and floo powder. For being married to my mother for fifteen years, I'm still having to explain everything to him." We were all shocked that Katie spoke of her mother. Diane Bell died when we were in our fifth year. Katie doesn't like to talk about her.
George got the feeling that we all did, and brought up his topic again.
"What about you Lich?" he asked. I could swear there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "Any mail?" I shot him another glare, but knew I couldn't just ignore him. Too suspicious.
"Nope," I shrugged. "But didn't you and Fred get some cookies from your mother Wednesday?" Whoo... that was close. Way to play cool Lich.
"Fred ate them all," Lee informed us. "George didn't even get to look at them."
"Fred Weasley, I swear you have two stomachs," I laughed. "You eat more than any person I know. I'm surprised you're not fat as a cow."
"That's solid muscle right there," he replied, lifting up his shirt to reveal, surprisingly, what he had promised. I rolled my eyes, but smiled, as I backhanded him in the stomach. He didn't even flinch. "That's what a whole life of Quidditch gives you," he smiled.
"Cocky bastard," Angelina muttered under her breath, although we all heard her.
"I love you too Angelina," Fred rolled his eyes at her. That's how the rest of the evening went until dinner. Just as we were all leaving the common room, I pulled George back by the collar of his shirt.
"Don't you dare pull anything like that again!" I threatened.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face.
"You know exactly what I mean," I glared. "Let's see... 'Anyone get any interesting mail lately?' I'm not stupid George. You promised!"
"Yeah, you promised me too," he replied. He just shook his head as he walked out of the common room, leaving by myself.
"It's not that easy," I said to myself before I too left for the Great Hall.
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+Yoshi-fan2003- you guessed right! Congratulations! You win a prize! +Jagged Epiphany- I refuse to leave you any comments until you update Old Faces, New Tricks, and that's final! JK... but seriously, UPDATE! +Blandsaft- it said that in thirds year, she had become closer to Angelina and Katie, and that's when she started to ignore him. Does that answer your question? +Andrewsmyprincess- I fooled you! I fooled you! Haha! Nananana poo poo!
Well guys, there it is... did ya like it? I think it turned out all right. More action/drama in the next few chapters! Be ready for it sometime soon! I've suddenly been overdosed with ideas! And the more reviews I get, the faster I write, soooooo... (Hint maybe...? Naw!) Two chapters in two days for me! Wow! You guys must be doing something right!
Shoutouts at the end, if I get more reviewers, but at this time, I have a special message to Jagged Epiphany! I might cry if you don't update Old Faces, New Tricks soon. I might cry AND die! Cause that story is WONDERFUL! It's better than wonderful! It's... it's... {Insert synonym that's better than wonderful here!}. I'll be your best friend forever if you do! This chapter is dedicated to you, because maybe if I do that, you'll update!
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For about a week, I was walking down the same beach. The same sun was over the same horizon. The same water echoed in the same background. I was laughing the same laugh. The same sand squished between the same toes. The same someone was walking with me, and every time I would look to see whom that same person was, I'd be interrupted from my same dream.
This time it was Angelina.
"Alicia! Alicia! Wake up!" She yelled, flinging open the scarlet curtains that surrounded my bed. I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes. Angelina practically jumped on my bed. I had never seen her as excited, except when we'd won the Quidditch Cup two years ago. "Alicia! You're never going to guess what I found when I woke up this morning! Go on! Guess!"
I knew it had to be something big for her to be this ecstatic, so I sat up, more awake.
"Ummm..." I pondered. "An incredibly handsome, dashing movie star has asked for your hand in marriage?"
"Alicia! I'm serious! This is a very serious matter!"
"Okay, sorry," I laughed. "But I honestly don't know. Tell me." Angelina put on the biggest smile and almost shrieked.
"This morning when I woke up, and there was a note on the windowsill by me bed, so I pulled it off the window, and I saw that it was from Professor McGonagall. Alicia, I'm the new Quidditch captain!"
Hearing this news, I was completely awake.
"Angelina, that's great!" I yelped. "I'm so proud of you. I thought for sure it would be Fred! This is great! Who are the other captains for the other teams?"
"Davies for Ravenclaw. We all knew that. He deserves it though. He's been captain since fifth year. Hell of a chaser," She nodded. "Ryan Montague for Slytherin. He's going to turn out just like Marcus Flint. And Hufflepuff's captain is Nick Solar. He's a Beater."
"This is awesome," I smiled, proud of Angelina. Then, I realized something was missing. "Where's Katie?" I asked, looking around the room. She wasn't in her bed, or the adjoining bathroom. Right then, the door opened.
"Did I hear someone call me?" the bubbly Katie Bell smiled. "You know Lich, it's not nice to talk behind peoples backs. They might not like it."
"Shut it Bell," I smirked. Katie sat at the end of my bed, just as Angelina had been seconds before. Now, she was pinning her note of good news on her bedpost. "Where were you?" I asked Katie.
"I went down to tell everyone the news," she explained, brushing some blonde hair from her face. "Boy, was Fred jealous." She stood up, leaned against the post of my bed. She crossed her arms over her chest, and spoke, imitating the red haired boy. "Girls don't need to be Quidditch captains. That's a mans' job. Professor McGonagall must've drank too much Fire whiskey when she made her pick." She stood normal again and shrugged. "I'll tell you Angie, you're lucky. I'd kill for Quidditch captain."
"Not me," I spoke up. "Too much pressure. If your team doesn't perform well, it's like it's your fault. I give you credit Angelina. It'll be tough, but I know you can do it."
"Thanks Lich," Angelina smiled before walking over and giving me a huge hug. Pretty soon, Katie followed suit, and we were all engulfed in one huge best friend hug.
"Whoa! Whoa!" we heard as the door flung open. George stood in the doorway; hand over his face, peeking out through two fingers. "Whatever you girls plan on doing, please lock the door next time." We all piled off my bed, laughing.
"Yes George," Katie joked. "You walked in one of our lesbian threesomes. You must be scarred for life. She rolled her eyes at him, as he grinned in the tall doorway.
"You loser," I laughed. "You, George Weasley, have a dirty mind." He shrugged. "We were simply celebrating Angelina's news."
"By piling on top of each other on your bed? You girls are weird," he replied, shaking his head.
I could hear Katie mutter "Stupid boys," under her breath. She walked over to her own bed and violently began fixing the pillows.
"So how is Fred taking the news?" Angelina asked. "Does he still think I can't do it?"
"Fred's just jealous," George replied. "He'll get over it. I think he knows you'll do a good job and is intimidated by the fact that he could be bossed around by a girl."
"We boss him around all the time," Katie noted from her side of the room. "He should be used to it. We boss all you boys around. You do whatever we tell you to."
"Do not," George protested, standing up for himself, Lee, and Fred.
"Do too," Katie argued back. We all knew she was right. She picked up a shoe from under her bed, walked toward George, dropped the shoe, and kept walking for a few more paces. Then, she turned around and faced him. "Can you get that?" she asked. Both Angelina and I knew what she was up to.
"Sure," he shrugged, and bent down to pick up Katie's sneaker. Right as he was about to pick it up, he looked at Katie, and stopped picking it up, hands on his hips.
"Point taken," he nodded. "But Fred's just jealous. He'll live. Don't worry. You'll be a fine captain Angelina."
"Thanks George," she replied. "What did you need anyway? Or could you just not wait any longer to see our beautiful faces?"
"I came up to tell you that we're going down for breakfast," he said. "Because it's a Saturday morning, and the best breakfast is always on Saturday."
"Mmm..." Katie smiled. "I could use some pancakes and bacon right now." She picked up her shoe and threw it with its match, back under her bed.
"You guys go ahead," I suggested. "I'll meet you down in the common room. I'm going to change." Everyone else was dressed except me, seeing I was the last one up. Hogwarts students didn't have to wear school clothes on weekends, so I pulled a pair of black track pants and a red polo shirt out of my dresser and walked into the bathroom to change.
"Don't be long," I heard Katie call as I heard the door close. I quickly changed and opened the bathroom door. I gasped as I saw George sitting on my bed, looking around the room.
"God George, you scared the hell out of me," I said, catching my breath. "I thought you left." He stopped looking around and looked over to me as I brushed the knots out of my boring hair. He licked his lips.
"You told them, right?" he asked. Great. He was talking about the letter. I hadn't told Angelina and Katie or Lee and Fred about the contents of the letter. I looked away from him and became very interested in my hair.
"Alicia," he groaned. "You have to tell them sooner or later. They have the right to know. You guys are best friends."
"I'll tell them," I stated simply.
"When?" he asked. "After they somehow find out, and get mad that you've been keeping this from them, and hate you? Cause it'll be too late then."
"The only way they'd find out is if you told them," I argued. "And you promised me you wouldn't tell. You promised me George!"
"Relax, I'm not going to tell them," he shook his head, getting up from my bed and walking to toward the door. I threw my hair up in a quick bun. "But you have to tell them soon Alicia. You're going to get hurt in the end if they find out some other way than you."
"I know," I sighed. "Just not now."
"Soon though, right?" he asked. "Promise you'll do it soon? I kept my promise to you, now you own me. So promise you'll tell them soon?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Promise." I wasn't looking forward to telling them what my mother had said. The truth is, I had been trying not to think about it myself. It seemed that if I didn't bring it up I my mind, it was like it' wasn't real.
"Come on!" we head from Lee from outside the door. "What are you guys doing, conceiving a child? Let's go, I'm starving!"
George rolled his eyes at me as he flung the door open, sending Lee down the flight of stairs. We all laughed as we watched him tumble down. George and I made our way down the steps, being sure not to step on him at the bottom. I helped him up, and we all walked out of the common room to our Saturday breakfast.
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The whole weekend was spent indoors, much to our dismay. We could hear the rain pounding on the windows of the school wherever we went. Hogwarts should find a soundproofing charm. So Saturday and Sunday was spent either finishing homework, reading, or playing card games and board games in the common room.
Sunday, we were all spread across Gryffindor Tower, bored out of our minds. Fred was trying to come up with something off the top of his head for his overdue Charms essay, asking Katie or me what he should write every five minutes. Angelina was curled up in an armchair, 101 New Quidditch Moves, perched on her lap. George and Katie were playing a loud game of Wizards' Chess, and Lee and I were building a card house with Exploding Snap cards. Every so often you would hear an "Aha!" from Angelina, an "Aww! I hate this game!" from Katie, followed by a laugh from George, or a wince from either Lee or I when our tower was about to fall over. Besides that, and Fred's pleading for us to write his essay for him, all that could be heard was the pounding of the rain.
"I quit!" Katie yelled, slamming her fist on the table, causing the game Lee and me were playing to come crashing to the ground.
"You don't quit," George laughed. "You lose. You don't know how to play."
"I do too," She argued as she violently began to shove the game into its case.
"Obviously not," he muttered. "You lost three games in a row."
"You cheated," Katie determined as she plopped down on one of the couches. I followed suit and took a spot next to her, Fred soon sitting to my left. We all struck up conversation, but it didn't get interesting until George, who was across the room from me, along with Angelina and Lee, spoke up.
"So," he said, looking right at me, but addressing everyone. "Anyone get any interesting mail lately?"
I shot him a death glare, praying to Apollo that everyone had forgotten I'd gotten a letter the previous week.
"My mum sent me some big long letter on how she wishes I'd come home," Lee responded. "I swear, she's been too scared to take her eyes off me since the whole Diggory thing last year. She almost didn't let me come back this year."
"My dad was the same way," Katie nodded. "He didn't understand the whole thing. He's still trying to grasp the concept of portkeys and floo powder. For being married to my mother for fifteen years, I'm still having to explain everything to him." We were all shocked that Katie spoke of her mother. Diane Bell died when we were in our fifth year. Katie doesn't like to talk about her.
George got the feeling that we all did, and brought up his topic again.
"What about you Lich?" he asked. I could swear there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "Any mail?" I shot him another glare, but knew I couldn't just ignore him. Too suspicious.
"Nope," I shrugged. "But didn't you and Fred get some cookies from your mother Wednesday?" Whoo... that was close. Way to play cool Lich.
"Fred ate them all," Lee informed us. "George didn't even get to look at them."
"Fred Weasley, I swear you have two stomachs," I laughed. "You eat more than any person I know. I'm surprised you're not fat as a cow."
"That's solid muscle right there," he replied, lifting up his shirt to reveal, surprisingly, what he had promised. I rolled my eyes, but smiled, as I backhanded him in the stomach. He didn't even flinch. "That's what a whole life of Quidditch gives you," he smiled.
"Cocky bastard," Angelina muttered under her breath, although we all heard her.
"I love you too Angelina," Fred rolled his eyes at her. That's how the rest of the evening went until dinner. Just as we were all leaving the common room, I pulled George back by the collar of his shirt.
"Don't you dare pull anything like that again!" I threatened.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face.
"You know exactly what I mean," I glared. "Let's see... 'Anyone get any interesting mail lately?' I'm not stupid George. You promised!"
"Yeah, you promised me too," he replied. He just shook his head as he walked out of the common room, leaving by myself.
"It's not that easy," I said to myself before I too left for the Great Hall.
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+Yoshi-fan2003- you guessed right! Congratulations! You win a prize! +Jagged Epiphany- I refuse to leave you any comments until you update Old Faces, New Tricks, and that's final! JK... but seriously, UPDATE! +Blandsaft- it said that in thirds year, she had become closer to Angelina and Katie, and that's when she started to ignore him. Does that answer your question? +Andrewsmyprincess- I fooled you! I fooled you! Haha! Nananana poo poo!
Well guys, there it is... did ya like it? I think it turned out all right. More action/drama in the next few chapters! Be ready for it sometime soon! I've suddenly been overdosed with ideas! And the more reviews I get, the faster I write, soooooo... (Hint maybe...? Naw!) Two chapters in two days for me! Wow! You guys must be doing something right!