Disclaimer- Whether it's in Japanese, French, German, or just plain old English, Harry Potter is NOT mine.

Authoress' Note- Sniff, I only got one review for the last chapter, sniff. Where is everybody?? I request the need to get up to 35 reviews before the next chapter is posted. It's only 3 more reviews, so it's not that difficult is it?? I dedicate this chapter to the wonderful blinkgurl017 who always reviews whenever I post on any of my three stories! Thank you! E.D.J.

blinkgurl017- Yes Gavin and Em are wonderful. I personally think that Emmeline is starting to be the character I'm using to get my views as the authoress across.

Ch.14- Awkwardness and Anger

The next evening, Monica was frantic over what to where on her date with Gavin.

"I don't understand these Muggle clothes!" she moaned, glancing nervously at the piles of Emmeline and Lily's clothing all over her room. "How can I go to a Muggle restaurant in dress robes?"

Hestia nodded sympathetically. Even though she was the only one of the four to take Muggle Studies, she still hadn't gotten a grasp on Muggle fashion sense. Lily and Emmeline, being a Muggle-born and half-Muggle, were much more knowledgeable then she in that area.

Lily was glancing from the clothes to Monica and back again, while either nodding approvingly or shaking her head as to whether that particular item of clothing would compliment Monica's features.

Emmeline had refused to take part in any of it. Lily and Hestia had pleaded with her, but Emmeline wouldn't budge. She was set on the fact that Monica and Sirius were meant to be and would not participate in "any act of assistance involving Monica or that crazy boy". Emmeline tended to use very big words when she was passionate about something. She had lied to Monica, saying she had headache and needed a bit of a lie-in, so Emmeline was now holed up in her room. In Lily's opinion, Emmeline was concocting some grand scheme to get Monica and Sirius together involving a highly complex love potion while Hestia leaned more toward Emmeline lowering herself out the window and dragging Sirius off to her secret lair in the Alps in the hopes of Monica coming to Sirius' rescue. Granted the four girls had spent the better part of their day watching a marathon of James Bond movies on the new telly the Jones' had purchased (Hestia and Monica were fascinated by the little talking people), but Hestia thought her assumption about Emmeline was plausible none the less.

"Hestia!" called Lily waving her hand in front of her friend's face and Hestia snapped back to attention. "What do you think?"

Monica twirled around, showing off a little pink dress of Emmeline's that looked absolutely perfect on her.

"I thought we'd start her off with something similar to robes, so she can get more comfortable in Muggle clothes," said Lily and Hestia nodded approvingly.

"It's so short!" complained Monica, tugging at the bottom of the dress until Lily glared disapprovingly at her.

In all actuality, the dress was fairly innocent looking compared to the pieces of fabric Muggle girls were partying in every night in London.

"It's barely above the knee!" snapped Lily. "Besides, Gavin's eyes will positively pop when he sees your legs in this lovely number."

"Really?" said Monica, eyeing herself critically in the mirror.

Lily shot a look at Hestia, who nodded in agreement.

Monica sighed. "Alright. I'll wear it."

When the doorbell rang at six o'clock, Monica practically flew down the stairs to answer it.

"Hi Gavin!" she said excitedly. "Ready to go?"

"Of course," he said taking her arm and leading her outside. Monica gaped at the unbelievable sight.

"You have a... driving thingy?" said Monica making wild motions with her hands. "Even though you're a pureblood wizard?"

Gavin grinned impishly. "Yeah. I fell in love with cars in Muggle Studies class at Beauxbatons and my Muggle born friend taught me how to drive. This is my baby, Marie."

He patted the car's black exterior tenderly and even kissed the windscreen.

"You go to Beauxbatons?" asked Monica incredulously.

Gavin smiled mischievously. "Didn't you wonder why I was hanging out with all those other people who go to Beauxbatons?"

Monica blushed scarlet. "But you're British."

"But I live in France; therefore, making me eligible to go to Beauxbatons." Gavin slid into to the driver's seat and Monica got in too though she was unsure what to do after that.

Gavin noticed her looking around nervously and laughed loudly. "Aren't cars the most wonderful things in the world?"

He started the engine and Monica let out a shriek as rumbling filled the air.

"It's just Marie," said Gavin patting her arm.

"Who's Marie?"

Gavin laughed again. "I love how you pretend to forget things! Who's Marie? Good one!"

Monica just nodded nervously and prayed that the restaurant was close by so she could get out of this thing. Thankfully, Gavin parked in front of a low waterfront building after only a few minutes.

He helped Monica out of the car with a dashing bow and a murmur of "Milady."

Monica giggled and let him lead her inside.

"Table for two please," Gavin told the seating hostess in rapid French. "And may I say your hair is the most beautiful shade of grey? You must be very wise for such far advanced years."

Monica couldn't understand what was said, but she saw the hostess' offended look as she led the two of them to a table.

The hostess threw the menus down, rattling the table and causing a glass of water to spill onto Monica.

"Oh!" said Monica, dabbing at the giant wet spot on her lap and blushing heavily.

The hostess smirked and pointed her in the direction of the restroom, tutting in French over the clumsiness of foreigners.

When Monica reached the bathroom, she grappled with a handful of paper towels trying to dry the bottom half of her dress. Suddenly, aslender blondecame out one of the stalls and said something in French. Monica shook her head. The girl switched to English. "You need help?"

Monica nodded and gaped in astonishment as the girl drew out a slim wand and muttered a simple drying spell. She raised her wand again and began to do a Memory Charm, but Monica stopped her saying, "No! I'm a witch too!"

She pulled her wand out of her purse.

The girl looked relieved. "Zat is good for I am 'orrible at Memory Charms." She stuck out her hand. "I am called Ambre, but I believe it is said 'Amber' in Eenglish, yes?"

Monica nodded and shook Ambre's hand. "I'm Monica. I'm on holiday here from England."

"So is my date!" said Ambre excitedly. "Perhaps you know of 'im? Sirius Black?"

"Sirius Black?" breathed Monica horrified. "Oh dear Merlin."

"You do know of 'im!" said Ambre. "'e is most 'andsome is 'e not? Come I will bring you to say 'ello."

Monica let Ambre lead her out of the bathroom, too shocked to tell Ambre that she most certainly did NOT want to tell Sirius Black hello. But then, she was in front of a table and Sirius was sitting faced away from her.

"Sirius!" cried Ambre. "Look who is 'ere!"

Sirius turned around and Monica's stomach dropped suddenly at the sight of how roguishly handsome he looked. Sirius was staring at her, horrified.

"Black," she said evenly.

"Longbottom. I've seen you've met Ambre."

"Yes, she's quite lovely."

Ambre beamed, not noticing the strain starting to show on the edges of Sirius and Monica's smiles. "Monica's dress is most becoming, don't you zink Sirius? What is ze name of ze designer?"

Sirius nodded wordlessly. His heart was going a mile a minute as he forced himself not to just jump and snog Monica senseless. He quite liked Ambre. And Monica wouldn't smack him hard for even thinking about snogging her. Or so he thought.

Monica tore her eyes away from the interesting pattern of the carpet and confessed she didn't actually know the designer of her dress because it belonged to a friend.

Suddenly, someone walked up behind Monica and she saw Sirius' face darken.

"Gavin!" she said falsely happy, whirling around to face her date. "Look who's here!"

"Sirius, mate! How are you?" said Gavin clapping Sirius on the back.

"Fine." You evil git.

"FINE? You're in a beautiful restaurant with so many wonderful people! You should be dancing for joy!" said Gavin, grabbing Monica and whirling her around.

"Maybe we should go someplace else?" Monica whispered in Gavin's ear, eager to get away from Sirius and Ambre.

"Like the beach again? I love..."

"Yes. The beach. Let's go."

Gavin waved goodbye to Sirius and his "fair lady" and Monica and Gavin drove off.

"Gavin is soooo great!" gushed Monica for what was possibly the fifteenth time after she'd gotten back from her date.

"WE KNOW!" shouted Hestia, Emmeline, and Lily throwing pillows at her.

"So what'd you think of him?" asked Monica eagerly bouncing up and down on the couch where the four girls were gathered listening to Monica retell every little detail of the date.

"Well he's...nice," stated Hestia.

She nudged Lily who nodded and added, "He's quite good-looking too."

"He's...interesting," said Hestia.

"Oh for Merlin's sake, you two! He's bloody eccentric is what he is!" screamed Emmeline.

"What do you mean?" asked Monica, frowning.

"He scares me is what I mean!" said Emmeline angrily. "You'd be better off with Sirius Black than with him!"

Emmeline gasped and covered her mouth, but it was too late.

"BLACK?!!" shrieked Monica, her face turning a brilliant scarlet. "You think I should date BLACK?"

"Monica, that's not what she meant..." began Lily.

"It is too what I meant!" said Emmeline fiercely. "He's completely head over heels in love with you and you won't even give him the time of day, despite the fact that you, Monica Almira Longbottom, fancy him too!"

"I can't believe this," said Monica, her voice low and dangerous. "I can't believe that my best friend thinks I fancy that lowlife, arrogant jerk!"

"And I can't believe that my best friend refuses to see what's right in front of her eyes," stated Emmeline before storming into her bedroom and slamming the door.

Slight cliffieness, but not too bad right? Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems as if Emmeline will be losing her quietness if Sirius and Monica keep this up. Am I right? I mean, somebody's gotta have the guts to yell at them for being so stupid! Please please send me prettyful reviews! E.D.J.