Swept Into The Wind
Written by: chocolateswirl88
Chapter Six: Tending The Roses and Musical Concepts
Two weeks later, Riley finally emerged from her house through the front door. Harry had been in the front yard at the time, weeding the rose garden when she came out. He didn't rush to her, considering this wasn't the first time she had locked herself away inside. All Harry did was grin and set back to work. Moments later he could hear the soft plop of another body next to his own. Riley sighed.
"Have fun?" He grinned, tossing a small chunk of dirt at her. She caught it and rolled it over in her fingers untill it crumbled in her palm.
"Not really no." She replied, wiping her hand on the green grass. "Buisness with London isn't exactly what I cal fun." Harry looked up, his brow furrowed.
"London?" He chortled, setting down the small shovel he had been using. The small plant was left forgotten on a monument brick. "Why in London? What's in London?" Riley gave a slightly annoyed look, he ignored it. She was full of secrets and their friendship was nothing more then confusing. Riley would never clear something up for him. Only partially.
"Nothing you need to worry about." She answered. Harry mentally kicked himself. He had expected her to answer truthfully for once. His intuition gave a huge leap downwards, already annoyed with itself. Harry groaned.
"You know, you are one hell of a confusing faerie. You know that?" Riley grinned, picking up a rather large chunk of earth and throwing it at him.
"Yes, I am aware of such." Her grin was contagious.
"Why can't I know what you were doing?" Harry asked, he'd rather not beat around the bush. He'd look supicious. Riley sighed again. For a moment he thought he saw defeat in her purple eyes, but he was decieved.
"It's not something I can let you discover." She said, that flat tone of voice returning. He cringed. "Oh shut up." She swatted at him playfully, smacking him on the head hard enough to make a sound. "You know I can't tell you. I can't take chances that you'll accidently blab to the Ministry or Dumbledore. I know you have ties with the teachers. But this is something even the teachers can't find out. Not yet." Harry sighed in defeat, tossing another earth chunk at her. "So how have things been?" He shrugged.
"Rather dull actually." Riley nodded.
"And how is Lolonda?" Harry choked on his breath and sputtered something awful. Riley grinned. He hated that mischevious glint in her eyes. She had been spying on him again. AGAIN.
"Who's Lolonda?" He was terrible at lying to her. That was because she knew eveything about it. Even more than he did. He was convinced she knew his genetic traits and genes. Riley raised an eyebrow. Oh no! Not the eyebrow! He flung himself back against the grass.
"Lolonda. You're girlfriend." She didn't bat an eyelash. So she knew everything. Harry sighed.
"Exactly how much do you know?" Riley winked. That was never a good sign.
"More then you want me to know." Harry's jaw dropped open. She gave a smirk, patting him on the back. "Though I'm not sure I approve of you loosing your virginity so soon…but she seems like a nice girl. Just don't be stupid." Harry nodded, not sure wether to be scared or appalled.
"What about you?" Harry asked, looking over at his white-haired friend. "Have you found that special somebody yet?" Riley didn't look at him.
"I met someone on the Ferry coming from France." She replied, a small smile easing to her lips. Harry leaned forward. "Oh puhsh." She shoved him.
"No, I want to know his name. I'm going to have to meet him so I can approve." Riley scoffed at him.
"…Oliver Wood." She said after sometime. This time, Harry choked on his water, and sent the newly warmed liquid flying into Riley's face. She scrunched her nose up.
"Sorry, I was-I am…shocked." Harry cocked his head at her, a confused look on his face. "But Wood dissappeared after Hogwarts. Never saw him in the papers for the quidditch teams, nothing. It was his dream."
"Dreams can be mistold."
"Well yes, but he was obsessed."
"A feature that was used to hide up his real talents. He's an artist Harry!" Harry jumped, her sudden excited behavior scared the living daylights out of him. "An artist! How I've WAITED for so bloody long to find someone like me…or at least, understand me and my work. You have no idea how hard it is." Harry's eye brows couldn't go back down.
"Oliver Wood, obsessed quidditch captian for Gryffindor's Team…a..an ARTIST?"
"You better belive it!" Without warning, Riley pounced and sent them rolling down the driveway and into the middle of the street. Laughing the entire way they tickled eachother untill the tears began to roll down their faces. Harry gave up considering her wrath was much worse than his. They sat themselves down on the sidewalk, throwing stones across the street to the sidewalk parallel to them.
"So…Oliver Wood eh?" Harry asked, Riley nodded, a smile crossed her lips as she tossed a pebble.
"He is so much different then he used to be Harry." She replied, that smile still on her lips. Harry couldn't help but grin. "He's not really wild anymore, nor frantic. He's just, musical." Harry quirked that stubborn eyebrow.
"Musical?" he repeated. His friend rolled her eyes and groaned in annoyance. Harry smirked, knowing that his stubborn ways were what got to her the most. It annoyed her beyond belife, and Harry was always proud of it. "Fine fine, I won't ask." He patted Riley on the arm. A little ways down the street, a familiar front door opened and a man stood on the porch looking out over his yard. He spotted the person he needed to talk too.
Placing a hand to his mouth, he called "RILEY!". She looked up, eyes searching for her father. "You're needed in London! Palo called, there's a meeting being held! You need to hurry!" Riley jumped up.
"Shit." She muttered, running a hand through her white hair. Harry looked confused. He WAS confused. "Sorry Harry. I have to go for a few hours. Unexpected meeting." Grumbling about the perfect timeing, Riley stalked off to her house once again. Slamming the cardoor behind her, she whizzed out of the neighborhood, round the corner, and out of sight. Harry rubbed the back of his head.
"What a woman." He thought outloud, tossing a pebble in the direction she drove off. "I'll get you to talk when we're at Hogwarts." Sighing, he pushed himself up and kneeled back down in front of the rose gardens. "Might as well get this done." With that, he began to hum 'Whistle While You Work'.
