(I'm back again. I passed my tests, amazingly, and our game went well. The only problem is that the semester ends on Friday and after, I won't have any study halls, meaning less writing time. So, I will do everything I can to update frequently, but I'm not making any promises. I hope this chapter goes well. Review!)

By the time the holidays arrived, everything had settled back down. Jenna and I were going steady, David began seeing a Hufflepuff girl, and Anna was no longer pissed off at me.

Nonetheless, I was glad to go home for Christmas break. On the train ride home, we sat playing Exploding Snap until the compartment door slid open.

Jenna came in and sat down next to me. "Hey," she said. "Why don't you come with me back to my compartment?" she asked. "Laura Herring just bought a ton of Chocolate Frogs."

"I'm kind of in the middle of a game, Jen," I said, glancing at David and the twins.

"Oh, you won't miss them," she said taking my hand. "Come on."

She led me down the narrow corridor to a front compartment where some of her friends sat. They greeted me as I sat down and Jenna caught on to their conversation. "That Anna Weasley girl has no style," she said. "Have you seen her shoes?"

They all laughed and I forced a smile. "Her hair is really pretty," one of the girls said. "But you're right, those shoes are disgusting."

"And she's so weird," Jenna continued. "I mean, she actually studies. Who does that?" I didn't understand what was wrong with studying. I studied and received top marks. "Then again," Jenna continued. "Her parents own a joke shop. I mean, seriously, how would you like to say you do that for a living? It's so immature."

So Fred and George are a bit immature. That's what made them so cool. "Andrew," one of Jenna's friends said. "What's it like having famous parents?"

I shrugged. "I don't know," I said. "They're just like any other parents."

"No they're not," the girl insisted. "Everybody knows who they are. They know who you are. You guys can do whatever you want."

"I don't know, we just try to live normally," I said.

"Well, what do you think about the Weasleys?" another girl asked.

"Well the joke shop has some cool things," I said. "But I guess it is pretty stupid." I just hoped Anna and David wouldn't find out I said that.


"So what's happening at school?" Mom asked me at breakfast the next morning.

"Not much," I answered. "The quidditch season is going great."

"That's good," Mom said. "How's Anna doing?"

"She's doing well," I said. "Our last match, we won 190 to 20."

"Tell her about your girlfriend," Sara piped up. I shot her a look and she shrugged.

"Oh?" Mom said. "And who would that be?"

"She's just a girl," I said simply.

"Honey, never call her 'just a girl,'" Mom said. "It may be the last thing you do."

"She's not like that," I told her. "She's too nice." Sara mumbled something I couldn't quite hear and I glanced at her.

"Well what's her name?" Dad asked me.

"Jenna," I replied. "Jenna Davies."

Dad looked up at Mom, who was staring at me. "Jenna Davies?" she repeated.

"Yeah, she's in Ravenclaw," I replied. I saw Dad give Mom the look that parents give each other when they think their kids aren't looking.

"So what does she look like?" Mom asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. She's tall and has blonde hair."

"Oh."

A silence fell among us and I figured the conversation was over.

"So does she play quidditch?" Mom finally asked.

I shook my head. "No, her parents don't like quidditch," I said. "It's crazy, I know, but that's what she said."

Mom looked thoughtful. "What do her parents do?" she finally asked.

"I don't really know for sure," I answered. Her mom wants to go into modeling and her dad is a ministry official." Mom and Dad were looking at each other and I was getting confused. "What's wrong with that?" I asked.

"Nothing," Dad answered distractedly. I glanced at Sara and she shrugged carelessly.


Since Mom and Dad were off for a month, there were no matches or banquets or parties to go to. Sara had begged Mom to take her shopping and Mom got Dad to go with them. That meant I had pretty much no choice but to go along as well. We went to Diagon Alley and stopped in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes for a while, but Fred and George were the only ones there.

Eventually, we left and made our way into several stores, where Mom and Sara spent pretty much all our money on clothes. Walking out of Madame Malkin's, I heard a familiar voice call out my name. "Andrew!" I turned around and grinned as I spotted Jenna waving at me. She hugged me and I introduced her to Mom and Dad. "Wow, I can't believe I'm meeting you," she said to Dad.

"Are you here by yourself?" I asked her.

"My parents are around here somewhere," she said. "Oh, there they are!" She began waving at a man standing next to a blonde woman who looked just like Jenna. Mom grabbed Dad's arm and whispered something to him. Jenna's parents spotted us and her dad grinned.

As they approached us, I noticed Mom's grip on Dad's arm getting tighter. Her parents stood in front of us and no one said a word. I stood, perplexed, and Jenna watched intently. "So, we meet again," Jenna's mom said. My jaw dropped and I was speechless. Mom didn't say anything but stared her down. She glanced at Jenna's dad and her grip on Dad's arm was so tight, he was wincing in pain.

"How are you, Katie?" Jenna's dad asked.

Mom stared at him for several more moments. "Perfectly fine," she said. "Life's never been better."

"Good, that's good," he said. "You look good too."

Dad took a step forward and pushed Mom behind him.

"How do you know each other?" I finally found my voice.

Dad opened his mouth to say something, but Jenna's dad cut him off. "We went to school together," he said.

"Oh, was that what it was to you?" Dad asked. "Well, here's an idea, why don't you take a swing at-"

"Stop," Mom whispered. "The kids don't need to hear this."

I tried to catch Jenna's eye, but she wasn't looking. "We need to go," her mom said. Jenna said goodbye and hugged me as our moms stared at each other for one last moment.

On the way home, Mom and Dad were silent. Sara kept going on about her new clothes like she didn't even notice anything was wrong. But I knew better. I sensed the tension between Jenna's parents and mine, but it wasn't until later that I found out.