Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters written in my stories. I'm
not earning anything from this so please don't sue me.
Sorry, I got Amy's and Lily's name mixed up. My mind keeps thinking Lily but I have to write Amy.
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*...* -- writing
*Sued for payment not made .. declare innocent.unwilling to pay.pay*
'He was nice. He didn't want me to pay him for it. Will he come? I wonder. Henry.Henry. Ugh, what am I doing? . He said. Amy!!! Okay back to work.' She thought to herself determinedly.
*Pay . contract signed.did not obey, follow.*
'Followed him back, got my wound looked at. What am I doing???? I don't like him. No I don't! I'm just thankful for his help. He is very nice though.very nice person.' Amy repeated trying to convince herself that this guy is just an acquaintance, nothing more, and nothing less.
'He's just a good friend. James's just a good friend. That's right! James's just. wait a minute . did I just call him James???? Where did that come from? Ugh!!!' Amy slams the file she's been jotting down notes from shut. This is frustrating.
'I've barely met the guy. I've not even spent more than twenty-four hours with him.' Glancing at her watch, she found that it was a quarter to one. Deciding against finishing the case she has been working on, she put her pen down, grabbed her bag and jacket and walk towards Christine's table.
'Hey girl, you free for lunch?' Amy called to Christine as she reached Christine's room.
'Yeah, wait a sec. I'll be right out.'
Together, they walked out of the office together towards a nearby café, the one where they have almost all their lunches in, The Exhilarating Waves. Ignoring a few catcalls, they headed to their favourite table. They are after all used to it. They are pretty and they know it.
After ordering their food, they lay back on their chairs and started chatting.
'So, have you seen that new lawyer? He is soooo good looking.'
'Who's that? I didn't know there is a new guy.'
'Of course you don't. You never do anyway.'
'What is that suppose to mean?'
'You're being your usual self. As blur as can be. Duh!!'
'I am not blur.' Cried Amy indignantly.
'Come on Amy, don't bother denying it. You are blur and you know it. You get too absorb in your work.' Christine challenged.
'Okay, okay. I am, I am. I can't help it. So sue me for it.' Amy retorted, sticking her tongue out at the end of the sentence.
Christine seeing that action imitated it. When suddenly, the smile on her face became a bigger one.
'Amy, do you think that guy Henry would really come down here to see you? Do you want him to?'
Christine, have been trying to keep that question to herself for days but she could no longer do so, blurted out suddenly. Amy's expression changed rapidly. She didn't know what to answer Christine. Thoughts flew through her head.
'I think I do want him to come; he's very interesting to talk to. Will he come? Will he have time? He did sound as though he likes me. Or maybe it's just my imagination. Do I like him? He is good looking. He's got the looks and the money. I'm sure he has girls falling over his feet. Even if. IF I do like him, why would he like a girl who faints at the sign of blood? Do I like him? Does he like me? Will he come? What if he turns up with.'
'AMY!!! Are you still there?'
'Huh, what?'
'Are you answering my question or not?'
Clearing her head from all the thoughts, Amy replied, trying to sound as casual as possible.
'Nah, I doubt he'll come.'
'Why do you think so?' 'He's a surgeon, Christine. He's bound to be busy with surgery and all the other doctor's stuff.'
'I'm sure he also needs to eat, sleep, breath and enjoy himself. He seems like one who knows how to do that. I'm sure he has time, he said he would, didn't he?'
'Honestly, I doubt he even remembers me. I'm just another patient.'
'But you do want him to come.'
'I guess so, he's very interesting to talk to. I can learn so much from him. Unlike other guys, he knows what he wants; he's got his own opinion in things. He doesn't do that whole follow the crowd thing. He's kinda cool. Oh well, don't think I'll ever meet him again.'
Noticing Amy slight disappointment, Christine tried to lighten the topic.
'You do have to admit; he and his friends are extremely good looking, huh? That guy Marcus, is really nice too.' Christine thought dreamily.
' Yeah, I guess so. That's the other reason why I think Henry won't turn up.'
'Huh???'
'Come on, we both know he is good looking. Who doesn't want him for a boyfriend? He fits the whole tall, dark and handsome description perfectly. Plus, he's got the career and the money. He should be able to get most the women he wants. I'm sure he's got to entertain his girlfriend.'
'Does he even have a girl friend?'
'How am I suppose to know?'
'Then why are you jumping into conclusions?'
'But.'
'I don't know about you, but I think that that guy likes you.'
'I really don't think so. So what if he likes me? It's not that I like him or anything.'
Christine raised her eyebrow after hearing those words. Upon looking up, he found the devil of their topic walking into the café. Dropping her voice slightly, she queried,
'I suppose if you saw him again, you'd simply.'
'Walk right up to him and say, 'Hello, fancy seeing you here. What would you have? The bitter gourd pie or a knuckle sandwich.'
'Well, here comes your big chance, because he's headed this way.'
'What!' Amy paled. Turning her head towards the entrance of the café, she found her vision blocked. blocked by a rather muscular body, she of course noted that, in black. Tilting her head upwards, she tensed. Henry was staring down at her with a slight grin on his face.
'He...He.He. Hello Henry.' Hoping against hope that she sounded calm. 'How long has he been here. He better not has heard any of our conversation. Christine is going to get it from me. What is it with the late warnings? I thought I would still have time to watch him walk in. Geez, I should have taken Christine's seat.
'I thought I would be surprising you. Guess I wasn't quiet enough when I tiptoed towards you.' Henry started lightly.
Amy sighed softly with relief. 'Good, he didn't hear anything.' Out loud, she told him casually,
'Grab a seat. I'm sure you remember Christine.' Turning towards Christine, she gave her a glare telling her she would get it when they get back.
Unfortunately, it merely amused Christine more. Her smile turned to slight smirk, eyes shifting first to Amy, then to Henry, then back to Amy again. Seeing Amy flushed slightly, she smiled happily, reminding herself to pack a small bag and go over to Amy's place for details tonight.
'Yeah.' Henry's sudden voice brought them both out of their mental bicker.
Looking down at the table, Christine realized that her meal wasn't here yet. Standing up, she stretched a little and said,
'Well, I'm done. I've better get back. I've got quite a lot of work to finish. I'll see you back at the office Ams.'
'Ermm. yeah.' Amy replied, giving her now 'so called best-friend' another glare.
'Well bye, Henry. I'd best be off. I'm sure I'll see you again soon.' Said Christine cheerily.
Walking towards the counter as though to pay her bill, she said quietly to the person in charge that she would like to have her meal packed. Peeping slightly at her best friend who was looking awkwardly at Henry, she chuckle, 'This is what I do for my friends and they don't even thank me.'
Grabbing her lunch and giving the cashier the money for her food, she walked out graciously, not before sneaking yet another look at her best friend.
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Amy was lost at what to say. He never really expected Henry to turn up. Yes she did hope for his appearance, but him actually being there, was the last thing she had in mind.
'So, what brought you to this side of the country?' Speaking the first thing that came into mind.
Henry's eyes twinkled as he replied mischievously, 'I thought it would be quite obvious.'
Amy blushed, averting her eyes to all the places in the café but him. Seeing that, Henry got bolder, straightening his back, he stared straight onto Amy's face, catching her eyes, he continued
'Would this fair maiden here do me the honour of letting me bring her out for lunch or dinner sometime, so I could know her better. I feel as though I know her quite well already, even though I've barely known her and I would like to see whether all I think is right and true.'
Seeing as Amy's face got redder, he decided to stop at his next question. His grin growing larger, he dropped his voice into a deep and husky voice,
'Perhaps, if I'm lucky enough, the lady would like to know more about me too.'
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This would be a perfect place for me to stop, wouldn't it?
Nah, I'll be nice. Here's some more for all the kind souls who are reading out there.
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Henry never thought that he would ever be crazy or brave enough to do or say something like that. Imagine.
'Perhaps, if I'm lucky enough, the lady would like to know more about me too.'
'What on earth prompt me to say that?' Henry thought desperately to himself.
He has no idea what brought him to this part of town. Never even thought he had the guts and the boldness to do so. Henry had some free time after a major surgery. Wanting to relax, he had somehow ended up looking for Amy. He didn't know why, but he found her extremely easy to talk to. He had thought that she might somehow relate to his past, but she had not given any sign to that. He liked talking to her. He felt open with her, felt that she had seen and known all sides of him, good or bad, and he would accept him for who he is.
Right now, seeing that he has made the poor girl so flustered, he decided to change the topic.
'It's okay, Amy. You can think about it. I don't need an immediate answer. Here's my name card, it's got my cell phone number on it. Keep it. If by the end of this lunch, you find me to be a really irritating person, tell me so, and dump that card away. I wouldn't.'
'Excuse me sir, madam, who ordered the burger platter?'
'I did.'
Starting on their meals, Amy thought that she had better say something. It was nice listening to him talk. His voice was deep and warm, and she got drowned in it very easily.
'Henry, since you're being such a gentleman, I guess it would only be crustiest of me to know more about you. I love sports, since it is what I like best, my first question would be, what form of sports are you absolutely mad about?'
'Well, that's a nice way of putting a sentence. I....'
And that was how their conversation started. They had a great time talking and joking with each other and soon their barriers dropped and they gradually found comfortable with each other's presence again. It was actually better than the first time they met. They are both surprise, seeing that they are both people who normally put up a front in front of people. They have barely seen each other twice and yet they are telling each other some of their deepest secrets. They have never been so at ease with anyone, not even their closest friends.
Towards the end of the meal, both decided that they did like the other a lot and could probably be very close friend or maybe more.
'Henry!'
'Amy!'
They stared up at each other and grin.
'Well, you go first, ladies first.'
'It's okay, you first, I have to sort my thoughts out and them into sentences first.'
'No way, Ms. Lawyer here needs time to string her sentence first. A tad bit hard to believe.' Henry said jokingly trying to push down the nervousness that is crawling through his spine.
'Shut up!!! So, what is it?'
Taking a deep breath, he started. 'Amy, I'm not sure what's it about you, but you amaze me. I. I feel like I've known you all my life and I really don't mean to be a poet or anything. I don't know what is it about you, but you seem very familiar to me.'
'Henry.'
'Please, Let me get this out to you, okay. I might not have the guts to do it after I've stopped. I would really like to know more about you and I-'
'Yes.'
'Huh?'
'Close your mouth. A fly might fly in. Yes I would like to get to know you better too, I feel the same way as you do, it's like we were best friends in the past or something.'
'In the past.' Henry mumbled slightly. 'Should I tell her? I mean, does she need to know? I really like her. I'll tell her the next time we meet again. I will.
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Will they get together? Will they get married? How can they get married again, when they've both married each other once already? Is there a rule in the wizarding magic that magical folks can only be bonded to that one and only? What if there is? Would they ever find out who they really are? How would they?
Don't sue me please; I know that I am bad at love stories. I don't normally write them. Hope you have some pointers for me at that.
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
I hope I'm not asking too much but I'm hoping for at least 10 REVIEWS for this. Someone told me that I am a review hog and that I'm asking too much. Well I guess I was greedy, but I just couldn't help it. I know I'm asking for ten up there, but do you think I can get a little more than that???? I thank you all in advance.
I thank those who have reviewed. And I hope that more reviews (good or bad) will come it is a great encouragement and with all the pointers here and there, it will definitely improve my writing skills. I'm still very new at this.
Sorry, I got Amy's and Lily's name mixed up. My mind keeps thinking Lily but I have to write Amy.
***CHAPTER11***
*...* -- writing
*Sued for payment not made .. declare innocent.unwilling to pay.pay*
'He was nice. He didn't want me to pay him for it. Will he come? I wonder. Henry.Henry. Ugh, what am I doing? . He said. Amy!!! Okay back to work.' She thought to herself determinedly.
*Pay . contract signed.did not obey, follow.*
'Followed him back, got my wound looked at. What am I doing???? I don't like him. No I don't! I'm just thankful for his help. He is very nice though.very nice person.' Amy repeated trying to convince herself that this guy is just an acquaintance, nothing more, and nothing less.
'He's just a good friend. James's just a good friend. That's right! James's just. wait a minute . did I just call him James???? Where did that come from? Ugh!!!' Amy slams the file she's been jotting down notes from shut. This is frustrating.
'I've barely met the guy. I've not even spent more than twenty-four hours with him.' Glancing at her watch, she found that it was a quarter to one. Deciding against finishing the case she has been working on, she put her pen down, grabbed her bag and jacket and walk towards Christine's table.
'Hey girl, you free for lunch?' Amy called to Christine as she reached Christine's room.
'Yeah, wait a sec. I'll be right out.'
Together, they walked out of the office together towards a nearby café, the one where they have almost all their lunches in, The Exhilarating Waves. Ignoring a few catcalls, they headed to their favourite table. They are after all used to it. They are pretty and they know it.
After ordering their food, they lay back on their chairs and started chatting.
'So, have you seen that new lawyer? He is soooo good looking.'
'Who's that? I didn't know there is a new guy.'
'Of course you don't. You never do anyway.'
'What is that suppose to mean?'
'You're being your usual self. As blur as can be. Duh!!'
'I am not blur.' Cried Amy indignantly.
'Come on Amy, don't bother denying it. You are blur and you know it. You get too absorb in your work.' Christine challenged.
'Okay, okay. I am, I am. I can't help it. So sue me for it.' Amy retorted, sticking her tongue out at the end of the sentence.
Christine seeing that action imitated it. When suddenly, the smile on her face became a bigger one.
'Amy, do you think that guy Henry would really come down here to see you? Do you want him to?'
Christine, have been trying to keep that question to herself for days but she could no longer do so, blurted out suddenly. Amy's expression changed rapidly. She didn't know what to answer Christine. Thoughts flew through her head.
'I think I do want him to come; he's very interesting to talk to. Will he come? Will he have time? He did sound as though he likes me. Or maybe it's just my imagination. Do I like him? He is good looking. He's got the looks and the money. I'm sure he has girls falling over his feet. Even if. IF I do like him, why would he like a girl who faints at the sign of blood? Do I like him? Does he like me? Will he come? What if he turns up with.'
'AMY!!! Are you still there?'
'Huh, what?'
'Are you answering my question or not?'
Clearing her head from all the thoughts, Amy replied, trying to sound as casual as possible.
'Nah, I doubt he'll come.'
'Why do you think so?' 'He's a surgeon, Christine. He's bound to be busy with surgery and all the other doctor's stuff.'
'I'm sure he also needs to eat, sleep, breath and enjoy himself. He seems like one who knows how to do that. I'm sure he has time, he said he would, didn't he?'
'Honestly, I doubt he even remembers me. I'm just another patient.'
'But you do want him to come.'
'I guess so, he's very interesting to talk to. I can learn so much from him. Unlike other guys, he knows what he wants; he's got his own opinion in things. He doesn't do that whole follow the crowd thing. He's kinda cool. Oh well, don't think I'll ever meet him again.'
Noticing Amy slight disappointment, Christine tried to lighten the topic.
'You do have to admit; he and his friends are extremely good looking, huh? That guy Marcus, is really nice too.' Christine thought dreamily.
' Yeah, I guess so. That's the other reason why I think Henry won't turn up.'
'Huh???'
'Come on, we both know he is good looking. Who doesn't want him for a boyfriend? He fits the whole tall, dark and handsome description perfectly. Plus, he's got the career and the money. He should be able to get most the women he wants. I'm sure he's got to entertain his girlfriend.'
'Does he even have a girl friend?'
'How am I suppose to know?'
'Then why are you jumping into conclusions?'
'But.'
'I don't know about you, but I think that that guy likes you.'
'I really don't think so. So what if he likes me? It's not that I like him or anything.'
Christine raised her eyebrow after hearing those words. Upon looking up, he found the devil of their topic walking into the café. Dropping her voice slightly, she queried,
'I suppose if you saw him again, you'd simply.'
'Walk right up to him and say, 'Hello, fancy seeing you here. What would you have? The bitter gourd pie or a knuckle sandwich.'
'Well, here comes your big chance, because he's headed this way.'
'What!' Amy paled. Turning her head towards the entrance of the café, she found her vision blocked. blocked by a rather muscular body, she of course noted that, in black. Tilting her head upwards, she tensed. Henry was staring down at her with a slight grin on his face.
'He...He.He. Hello Henry.' Hoping against hope that she sounded calm. 'How long has he been here. He better not has heard any of our conversation. Christine is going to get it from me. What is it with the late warnings? I thought I would still have time to watch him walk in. Geez, I should have taken Christine's seat.
'I thought I would be surprising you. Guess I wasn't quiet enough when I tiptoed towards you.' Henry started lightly.
Amy sighed softly with relief. 'Good, he didn't hear anything.' Out loud, she told him casually,
'Grab a seat. I'm sure you remember Christine.' Turning towards Christine, she gave her a glare telling her she would get it when they get back.
Unfortunately, it merely amused Christine more. Her smile turned to slight smirk, eyes shifting first to Amy, then to Henry, then back to Amy again. Seeing Amy flushed slightly, she smiled happily, reminding herself to pack a small bag and go over to Amy's place for details tonight.
'Yeah.' Henry's sudden voice brought them both out of their mental bicker.
Looking down at the table, Christine realized that her meal wasn't here yet. Standing up, she stretched a little and said,
'Well, I'm done. I've better get back. I've got quite a lot of work to finish. I'll see you back at the office Ams.'
'Ermm. yeah.' Amy replied, giving her now 'so called best-friend' another glare.
'Well bye, Henry. I'd best be off. I'm sure I'll see you again soon.' Said Christine cheerily.
Walking towards the counter as though to pay her bill, she said quietly to the person in charge that she would like to have her meal packed. Peeping slightly at her best friend who was looking awkwardly at Henry, she chuckle, 'This is what I do for my friends and they don't even thank me.'
Grabbing her lunch and giving the cashier the money for her food, she walked out graciously, not before sneaking yet another look at her best friend.
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Amy was lost at what to say. He never really expected Henry to turn up. Yes she did hope for his appearance, but him actually being there, was the last thing she had in mind.
'So, what brought you to this side of the country?' Speaking the first thing that came into mind.
Henry's eyes twinkled as he replied mischievously, 'I thought it would be quite obvious.'
Amy blushed, averting her eyes to all the places in the café but him. Seeing that, Henry got bolder, straightening his back, he stared straight onto Amy's face, catching her eyes, he continued
'Would this fair maiden here do me the honour of letting me bring her out for lunch or dinner sometime, so I could know her better. I feel as though I know her quite well already, even though I've barely known her and I would like to see whether all I think is right and true.'
Seeing as Amy's face got redder, he decided to stop at his next question. His grin growing larger, he dropped his voice into a deep and husky voice,
'Perhaps, if I'm lucky enough, the lady would like to know more about me too.'
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This would be a perfect place for me to stop, wouldn't it?
Nah, I'll be nice. Here's some more for all the kind souls who are reading out there.
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Henry never thought that he would ever be crazy or brave enough to do or say something like that. Imagine.
'Perhaps, if I'm lucky enough, the lady would like to know more about me too.'
'What on earth prompt me to say that?' Henry thought desperately to himself.
He has no idea what brought him to this part of town. Never even thought he had the guts and the boldness to do so. Henry had some free time after a major surgery. Wanting to relax, he had somehow ended up looking for Amy. He didn't know why, but he found her extremely easy to talk to. He had thought that she might somehow relate to his past, but she had not given any sign to that. He liked talking to her. He felt open with her, felt that she had seen and known all sides of him, good or bad, and he would accept him for who he is.
Right now, seeing that he has made the poor girl so flustered, he decided to change the topic.
'It's okay, Amy. You can think about it. I don't need an immediate answer. Here's my name card, it's got my cell phone number on it. Keep it. If by the end of this lunch, you find me to be a really irritating person, tell me so, and dump that card away. I wouldn't.'
'Excuse me sir, madam, who ordered the burger platter?'
'I did.'
Starting on their meals, Amy thought that she had better say something. It was nice listening to him talk. His voice was deep and warm, and she got drowned in it very easily.
'Henry, since you're being such a gentleman, I guess it would only be crustiest of me to know more about you. I love sports, since it is what I like best, my first question would be, what form of sports are you absolutely mad about?'
'Well, that's a nice way of putting a sentence. I....'
And that was how their conversation started. They had a great time talking and joking with each other and soon their barriers dropped and they gradually found comfortable with each other's presence again. It was actually better than the first time they met. They are both surprise, seeing that they are both people who normally put up a front in front of people. They have barely seen each other twice and yet they are telling each other some of their deepest secrets. They have never been so at ease with anyone, not even their closest friends.
Towards the end of the meal, both decided that they did like the other a lot and could probably be very close friend or maybe more.
'Henry!'
'Amy!'
They stared up at each other and grin.
'Well, you go first, ladies first.'
'It's okay, you first, I have to sort my thoughts out and them into sentences first.'
'No way, Ms. Lawyer here needs time to string her sentence first. A tad bit hard to believe.' Henry said jokingly trying to push down the nervousness that is crawling through his spine.
'Shut up!!! So, what is it?'
Taking a deep breath, he started. 'Amy, I'm not sure what's it about you, but you amaze me. I. I feel like I've known you all my life and I really don't mean to be a poet or anything. I don't know what is it about you, but you seem very familiar to me.'
'Henry.'
'Please, Let me get this out to you, okay. I might not have the guts to do it after I've stopped. I would really like to know more about you and I-'
'Yes.'
'Huh?'
'Close your mouth. A fly might fly in. Yes I would like to get to know you better too, I feel the same way as you do, it's like we were best friends in the past or something.'
'In the past.' Henry mumbled slightly. 'Should I tell her? I mean, does she need to know? I really like her. I'll tell her the next time we meet again. I will.
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Will they get together? Will they get married? How can they get married again, when they've both married each other once already? Is there a rule in the wizarding magic that magical folks can only be bonded to that one and only? What if there is? Would they ever find out who they really are? How would they?
Don't sue me please; I know that I am bad at love stories. I don't normally write them. Hope you have some pointers for me at that.
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
I hope I'm not asking too much but I'm hoping for at least 10 REVIEWS for this. Someone told me that I am a review hog and that I'm asking too much. Well I guess I was greedy, but I just couldn't help it. I know I'm asking for ten up there, but do you think I can get a little more than that???? I thank you all in advance.
I thank those who have reviewed. And I hope that more reviews (good or bad) will come it is a great encouragement and with all the pointers here and there, it will definitely improve my writing skills. I'm still very new at this.