Okay, I've said it - well, wrote it - once, and I'll write it again:
ONLY IN MY DREAMS!!
does that count as a disclaimer?
Chapter Eleven :: Aftermath of the Announcement
Stunned, the occupants of the Hall mechanically obeyed, whispering fervently to each other and scoping out prospective partners. One particularly interesting snippet of a conversation floated down the Hufflepuff table.
"...easy. Just choose a guy with good dress sense! Top of the list would be Malfoy, then Ridge, Zabini, and maybe Lee Jordan..."
The girl continued to rattle off a list of names, but Kit had stopped listening. Malfoy... She glanced quickly over at the Slytherin table. There he sat, next to a disgruntled looking Pansy and gazing about absently, a permanent smirk plastered across his handsome face. She really had to thank him for... for what? For keeping company to a corpse? Ugh, she'd figure it out later...
Coming back to herself, she realized Hannah was speaking.
"... isn't it wonderful?" She squealed. Kit nodded faintly. "It was *agony* keeping something like this a secret for so long."
"How long did you know?"
"Oh, half an hour or so, I found it in Flitwick's papers about decorations and stuff." She said with a vague wave of her hand.
"Pity about having to go with a person outside your own house, though, I know a couple of guys who might've asked me." She shrugged. "I guess it's another thing about preserving House unity and all that."
Suddenly, she turned back to Kit. "You're lucky, you know. Being here under those 'special circumstances' and all, not to mention practically being the prettiest girl in school, you'll have the run of the mill."
She sighed enviously. "Oh, how I wish I were you..."
On the way to the Hufflepuff common room, Hannah was proven right. No less than five boys asked her to go with them, two Ravenclaws, two Gryffindors and a Hufflepuff. To him she said, after a polite refusal, "Would I even be allowed to go with you?" to which he answered, "Seeing as you don't actually belong to any house, I'd say yeah."
Startled by this revelation, Kit detoured and approached Professor McGonagall in the teacher's lounge with the question and told her what the Hufflepuff had said.
"Oh, absolutely." She answered matter-of-factly. "The Headmaster believed you'd want to know about that."
"Oh." Kit turned to leave, then hesitated. Turning back, she asked,
"I am allowed to turn offers down, aren't I?"
McGonagall stared down her nose at the girl. "Anyone in particular?"
"Oh no," Kit said hastily, "It's just that I've had so many offers already and... well... none of them have really - peaked my interest, yet."
"Ah." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. "Well, all I can say is this; if you don't choose an offer yourself, you'll have to make do with the match Professor Snape makes for you." She gave a wry smile. "Other than that warning, yes, you can decline any offer that comes to you and you are not obligated to accept one if it comes from an upperclassman or a Prefect."
"Oh." That thought hadn't occurred to her before, being obligated to accept any offer from one of authority. Kit had to resist an urge to shiver.
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."
She smiled. "You're very welcome, Kit. Now get going before it's time for lights out."
By the time she had fought her way to the library and back to the Hufflepuff common room, Kit had racked up a grand total of 22 invitations to the Yule Tide Ball - None, I see, from any Slytherins, though the guys definitely stare at me enough, she thought uncomfortably. She groaned as she flopped into her bed in the dormitory. In three days, she would be moved to the Slytherin House, where she would valiantly try to ignore and avoid Pansy Parkinson, cow-in-training, for the next week. Moaning softly, she flipped her pillow, drew up her covers over her head and snuggled down with her cheetah rat, trying to forget the looming days of potential agony ahead. (A/N: haha, cheetah rat is mine... inside joke...^_^)
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So, how's this chapter? Thanks a lot, Natachan!! lol, can't wait 4 2morrow, ur dance is gonna be gr8!!
Everybody say hi to Natachan!! she's a dancrgrl like me, we both go to nsdc, oho, that rhymes, i'll try an do it again next time!
NSDC ROCKS!
anyway, u guys c how much I'm praising natachan - not just cuz she dances w/ me - bcuz she reviewed??? u guys review, an I'll praise u in the next chappie!! so, go hit the little go button, don't be so slow to review so I can praise u 4 praising me (or flaming me, I don't care)!! So... write!
ONLY IN MY DREAMS!!
does that count as a disclaimer?
Chapter Eleven :: Aftermath of the Announcement
Stunned, the occupants of the Hall mechanically obeyed, whispering fervently to each other and scoping out prospective partners. One particularly interesting snippet of a conversation floated down the Hufflepuff table.
"...easy. Just choose a guy with good dress sense! Top of the list would be Malfoy, then Ridge, Zabini, and maybe Lee Jordan..."
The girl continued to rattle off a list of names, but Kit had stopped listening. Malfoy... She glanced quickly over at the Slytherin table. There he sat, next to a disgruntled looking Pansy and gazing about absently, a permanent smirk plastered across his handsome face. She really had to thank him for... for what? For keeping company to a corpse? Ugh, she'd figure it out later...
Coming back to herself, she realized Hannah was speaking.
"... isn't it wonderful?" She squealed. Kit nodded faintly. "It was *agony* keeping something like this a secret for so long."
"How long did you know?"
"Oh, half an hour or so, I found it in Flitwick's papers about decorations and stuff." She said with a vague wave of her hand.
"Pity about having to go with a person outside your own house, though, I know a couple of guys who might've asked me." She shrugged. "I guess it's another thing about preserving House unity and all that."
Suddenly, she turned back to Kit. "You're lucky, you know. Being here under those 'special circumstances' and all, not to mention practically being the prettiest girl in school, you'll have the run of the mill."
She sighed enviously. "Oh, how I wish I were you..."
On the way to the Hufflepuff common room, Hannah was proven right. No less than five boys asked her to go with them, two Ravenclaws, two Gryffindors and a Hufflepuff. To him she said, after a polite refusal, "Would I even be allowed to go with you?" to which he answered, "Seeing as you don't actually belong to any house, I'd say yeah."
Startled by this revelation, Kit detoured and approached Professor McGonagall in the teacher's lounge with the question and told her what the Hufflepuff had said.
"Oh, absolutely." She answered matter-of-factly. "The Headmaster believed you'd want to know about that."
"Oh." Kit turned to leave, then hesitated. Turning back, she asked,
"I am allowed to turn offers down, aren't I?"
McGonagall stared down her nose at the girl. "Anyone in particular?"
"Oh no," Kit said hastily, "It's just that I've had so many offers already and... well... none of them have really - peaked my interest, yet."
"Ah." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. "Well, all I can say is this; if you don't choose an offer yourself, you'll have to make do with the match Professor Snape makes for you." She gave a wry smile. "Other than that warning, yes, you can decline any offer that comes to you and you are not obligated to accept one if it comes from an upperclassman or a Prefect."
"Oh." That thought hadn't occurred to her before, being obligated to accept any offer from one of authority. Kit had to resist an urge to shiver.
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."
She smiled. "You're very welcome, Kit. Now get going before it's time for lights out."
By the time she had fought her way to the library and back to the Hufflepuff common room, Kit had racked up a grand total of 22 invitations to the Yule Tide Ball - None, I see, from any Slytherins, though the guys definitely stare at me enough, she thought uncomfortably. She groaned as she flopped into her bed in the dormitory. In three days, she would be moved to the Slytherin House, where she would valiantly try to ignore and avoid Pansy Parkinson, cow-in-training, for the next week. Moaning softly, she flipped her pillow, drew up her covers over her head and snuggled down with her cheetah rat, trying to forget the looming days of potential agony ahead. (A/N: haha, cheetah rat is mine... inside joke...^_^)
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So, how's this chapter? Thanks a lot, Natachan!! lol, can't wait 4 2morrow, ur dance is gonna be gr8!!
Everybody say hi to Natachan!! she's a dancrgrl like me, we both go to nsdc, oho, that rhymes, i'll try an do it again next time!
NSDC ROCKS!
anyway, u guys c how much I'm praising natachan - not just cuz she dances w/ me - bcuz she reviewed??? u guys review, an I'll praise u in the next chappie!! so, go hit the little go button, don't be so slow to review so I can praise u 4 praising me (or flaming me, I don't care)!! So... write!