Hey, my doc actually confirmed that I'm still completely sane and normal :D mhm, maybe it's good that no one besides me knows that this 'doc' is a friend of mine who has an imaginary friend called Harvey, who wants to rule the world and who's calling herself schizophrenic… oops, did I say this out loud? Uh… well… I guess we better go on with the story then, right?
Angelface04: well, this one here should be a bit longer than the prologue was. About Wood, he is only a friend, nothing more. (I wouldn't be able to pair him off with Angelina and then split them up again!) And about the other Quidditch players, well, two more team members make an appearance in this chapter, the rest of them in the beginning of the next one.
TriGemini: Mhm… letting the stalker be another woman… I think there's an idea forming in my mind… or maybe not?... ah, I guess we will just have to wait and see.
Anniebells: I guess then, my psycho is to your liking?
Tiarwen: Well then, I hope you like the first real chapter!
angelword: I hope it will continue to be interesting!
Evilevergreen: You don't really expect me to answer you the question of the stalker's identity, do you? And thank you for the warning, I guess I will leave some hints about the stalker's identity out of the story then :D
Originally I wasn't going to update before the weekend (Friday evening the earliest), but after I read your reviews, I just couldn't help myself and here I am posting it already on Thursday evening instead. You make me weak! I have written till chapter 3 and I had actually thought they would give me some space for the next few weeks to write (because, as soon as school starts again on Monday, I'll only be able to write and post on weekends). And now, it seems as though I will have to post chapter 2 already this weekend to satisfy you and then I actually have to hurry writing again…. But enough of that now, go on and do what you came here for: to read the first real chapter of I'm watching you!
Chapter 1
Just an ordinary Morning
Something wet and cold against her nose caused Angelina to wake up. She opened her eyes lazily and found herself staring into a pair of light green eyes, which were looking expectantly at her. When Angelina didn't react, she felt another nudge against her nose and a pitiful ‚Meow' from below a few inches of the light green eyes.
"You know what Radames, a good cat would at least let her mistress sleep in as long as possible!" Angelina complained and yawned when she rested her weight on her arms to lift herself from her bed. Radames only bend his head to one side as an answer and continued to look expectantly at her.
"Okay, okay, but don't expect any salmon or caviar now!" Angelina scolded him when she crawled out of bed around him and slipped into her slippers. So she went still half asleep into the small but comfortable kitchen of her flat and opened the fridge.
"Ah, so now you're trying it this way?" she asked and looked down her right leg, on which the grey-black striped cat was rubbing himself and purred enthusiastic. Obviously he knew, that he would now, finally, get something to eat. Radames let his tail dance around Angelina's bare leg and looked longingly up to the refrigerator.
Angelina shook her head and too a package of milk out of the fridge. She then closed the door with a masterful push of her hip and opened the door of a hanging cupboard next to the fridge. She took out a can of cat food – chicken – and closed the door again.
Radames was already sitting in front of his two silver bowls and hit the floor with his tail.
"I'm coming!" Angelina murmured and opened the can with the cat food. She took a spoon out of a drawer and emptied half the can in one of Radames's bowls. The other bowl she brought to the washbasin and filled it halfway with water. In the water she now also gave some of the milk. Den she put the bowl back on the floor, next to the one from which Radames was already eating.
Angelina put the can and the milk back and stepped over her eating cat and went back into her bedroom. Radames looked up from his breakfast and meowed after her.
"What, do you want to accompany me under the shower?" Angelina asked with a laugh and dissapeared in her bedroom. Soon she came back into Radames's field of vision with a pile of clothes, only to disappear immediately behind the door, where also his toilet was.
Shortly after that the cat heard the sound of water coming from behind the door. A lot of water. He shook himself at the thought of water and continued to eat.
Angelina felt the temperature of the water with her hand. Once the water had the desired temperature, she took her sleep-t-shirt off and stepped into the shower.
"Mhm." She moaned pleased when the first drops of water hit her skin. She loved her shower like this. Hot and steaming. Especially when Radames had again woken her way too early. Because for Angelina there was a very important rule when it concerned sleeping: Never ever arise just one second earlier than absolutely necessary!
And today Radames had woken her up fifteen minutes too early! 'Piggish tomcat' she thought, when she reached for the shower gel. She smiled as the scent of roses met her nose, as soon as she opened the bottle. She let some of the rose coloured gel run into the palm of her hand and closed the bottle again with her right hand. She put it carefully on the bottom of the shower and turned off the water. Then she began to put the gel on her legs and feet.
Then came her arms, her face, her neck, her breast, her stomach, her back… Every inch of her body was now covered with small rose-coloured clouds. She turned the water back on and turned under the water, bend herself towards it and enjoyed the hot water, which woke her up slowly also woke her tense and tired limbs.
Once every single one of the small clouds had been washed off of her body, she took her favourite shampoo – apple – and massaged the green mass into her wet, black hair. She stayed five more minutes under the shower, when her hair was also freed from the foam. Her extra-relaxation-minutes before 'the real life' got back to her merciless.
Almost unwillingly she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She dried her hair with a quick spell and put them up on her head with a brown hair slide. She took her Puddlemere United bath towel – which she always washed with Morgana Fluffs Extra-fluffy fabric softener potion and put it around her shoulders, dried herself with it.
When she was finished drying herself, she put her clothes on – jeans and a washed out grey polo neck sweater would have to do for today – and went back to the kitchen. She took the package of chocolate-cereals which were on the counter next to the fridge and opened another one of the cupboards to take out a red bowl of porcelain. A spoon and the package with milk from the fridge and she made her way to her balcony.
She put everything onto the small table and sat down on the only chair on the small balcony. She had just filled her bowl with the cereal and had poured some milk over it, when a brown owl landed on the parapet of her balcony. Angelina took the newspaper from the owl and petted the feathers on her breast gently. When the owl let out a pleased coo Angelina gave her some grains from her cereal, which the animal ate immediately. With another coo the animal arose into the air and flew away.
Angelina put the newspaper on the table next to her cereal bowl and glanced over the headlines. Nothing really interesting seemes to have happened in teh wizarding world, unless, one wanted to believe an article from Rita Skeeter, according to which a certain young man, named Colin Creevy had been blinded by the flashlight of his own camera.
Angelina just raised her eyebrows and shook her head. She still remembered when she had started to learn to read 15 years ago. Back then she had been six years old. And when she had once tried to read something in the newspaper at her grandparents', her grandfather, Julius, had told her something, that had been very important to her then.
'Angelina, Darling, always remember to believe only the half of what is written in the newspaper, when it has been written by a Skeeter, don't believe it at all!'
And in the following 15 years Angelina had witnessed more than once, how right her grandfather had been with this sentence. So she didn't give any further attention to the article.
She finished her breakfast and brought everything, also the newspaper back into her flat. A quick glance to the clock told her, that she had just enough time left to get her stuff and head to the stadium, to arrive for the training on time.
Radames protested loudly when Angelina opened the door to her flat and was about to go. She sighed and turned back towards him, kneeing down in front of her cat and stroke him under his chin. As a response to this she received Radames's purring.
"You know that I have to go. I have this really severe captain, and if I'm not on time for training now, I have to do extra training." She arose, left the flat and closed the door behind her.
I see you as you leave your flat. Your bag over your shoulder. Just like always. You had breakfast today just like always. Alone on your balcony. But soon you won't be alone anymore. Because then I'll be with you. For ever!
Angelina had the odd feel of being watched, but she shook it off. 'Mum had been right, I should stop to read so much before I go to bed' she thought and walked the last few steps to the stadium of the Puddlemere United Quidditchteam.
"Morning Angie!" Angelina turned around and saw Oliver standing next to her, already dressed for training.
"Hey Captain." Angelina replied.
"Hurry with changing. We really need to train. I want to wind this game." Angelina grinned and padded Oliver's arm.
"Don't we all want that?"
Oliver was just about to reply when Lance came around the corner. In all the three years in which Lancelot Summerwing had been a beater for Puddlemere United he had always arrived last to trainings. Today Angelina took advantage of this circumstance and silently slipped into the girl's locker room.
"Hey. Just on time today again?" Meriel O'Reilly, the seeker and only other female player on the team greeted her. Angelina made a face and hurried with changing into her training outfit. Together with Meriel she went onto the pitch.
Oliver was already screaming instructions around the place. When he saw that his two last players were finally on the pitch, he began to tell them the plan for the following week's training.
"… and remember, we have a very important game against the Wimbourne Wasps this Sunday and I want to win this game!" he ended his short speech and the seven players took off into the air.
After about one and a half hour they came back down to the earth. Tired, sweaty and thirsty. On the way back into the locker rooms Oliver was again making a speech that reminded Angelina on her time at Hogwarts.
"Don't look like that, you were almost as bad when you were captain!" she heard a well-known voice behind her. She turned around only to meet two identical grinning faces.
"Fred. George. What are you two doing here?" she asked and hugged them both.
„Ah, we're here to meet Lee and thought while we're here we could watch your training a bit. After all it's public." Angelina shrugged her shoulders. She had never known it any other way than her training being public. Some fans would always wait in front of the stadium during training and when she would leave afterwards, Some of them would always ask for an autograph. Then suddenly her eyes narrowed and she put her hands on her hips.
"What did you mean when you said I was just as bad?" she asked in a dangerously silent voice and the twins just continued to grin.
"Ah, come on! You know that you have been a worthy replacement of Wood in any way, when you were captain." George said and an even brighter grin spread over his face.
"Hey Ollie!" Angelina didn't turn around but continued to glare angrily at the twins.
"Hey guys! What brings you here?" Oliver asked the two. Fred answered him, that they were here to meet Lee, but he was still busy. Angelina didn't stay much longer, but instead went back into the girl's locker room.
She went directly into the shower. When she came back and pulled her clothes back on, she noticed that something was missing from her locker.
"Hey Meriel, have you any idea where my broomcare kit is?" she asked over her shoulder.
Meriel turned towards her and shrugged.
"Maybe you've taken it home with you?"
"No. I have another one at home. The one I had here, had been a present from my father, he gave it to me when I signed the contract here in Puddlemere. He even let my initials being engraved into the box."
"Sorry, Angie, I haven't seen it." Meriel answered and closed her bag.
"Are you coming into the Puddlemere Inn?" Angelina nodded and stuffed her own robe into her bag.
"Yes, I'm in desperate need of a butterbeer!"