I just keep getting more and more reviews! Don't forget to tell all your
friends about this story! Please! Sunnyflower2005, thanks once again for
your continued reviews! Tinkerbell, I added a few more pranks with this
chappie, hope you like. Sequ3stered and Gryffindor Quidditch Gal, thanks
very much for your support. loiloi, finish reading! Sorry, can't make any
promises there. Lacie, I would personally love Hogwarts food, it always
sounded so good. Professor Scatterbrain, I probably should have made that
more clear, Oliver didn't owl Katie (or anyone, for that matter) because
there were no owls available at the camp. Sorry about that. Katie, thanks
for reviewing, I picked Katie (and Oliver) because they've always been my
favorite older characters of the book, and I never really liked writing
fanfics about the main characters. Wiccan-One14: such compliments, I'm so
happy. (
I feel so special! Seriously, keep R/Ring! I don't know exactly where I'm gonna go with this story, any ideas? Thankies much, now on to the story!
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Ch. 4 - A Feast and a Meeting
"Firs' years! Firs' years this way!" Katie heard Hagrid call as the many Hogwarts students made their way away from the Hogwarts Express, all dressed in dark robes and no doubt fingering their wands. She smiled as she followed the tall Oliver through the pack and into a carriage, with the Weasley twins, Alicia, and Angelina following close behind. They crammed themselves in and settled down as comfortably as possible as the carriage started off.
"Ouch! Fred, you just punctured my foot!" Lina exclaimed, pulling her foot away from Fred's.
Fred glared at his shoes. "It's these silly shoes. They've got 'extra traction' on the bottoms, but they're really just cleats. I don't know why Mum bought them for me, but it was a birthday present so I promised I'd wear them."
"You've got your old ones, right?" Oliver asked, bearing a rather scared expression.
"Of course, they're in my trunk," Fred said. "Accio tennis shoes!"
"FRED!" Katie howled as her tennies came flying off her feet to smack Fred in the face. Three more pairs of shoes - Oliver's, Alicia's, and George's - followed suit.
"Ouch! Ow! Attack of the shoes!" Fred shouted, pushing the many shoes across the carriage. They proceeded to fly around, hitting anyone they happened to come in contact with.
"Grab your shoes!" Katie ordered, reaching out and snatching her shoes from the air. The others, hiding under books and human shields, also managed to grab their shoes. Katie glared at Fred, who was trying to hide a grin.
"Well, didn't know that would happen," he said in a soft voice.
"Cripes, Fred, be smart," Katie muttered.
"Thank god I was wearing sandals," Lina commented. The carriage lurched to a stop, and all six of them managed to escape in one piece. Spirits lifted, they linked arms and headed into Hogwarts castle, "Wizard of Oz" style.
"Welcome!" Headmaster Dumbledore boomed after the Sorting of the new first years had taken place and everyone had settled down. Katie listened as he explained about the dementors, and risked a shudder at the thought of them being in the school. She loathed the creatures, with their black cloaks and decaying bodies and ragged breaths...
"On a happier note," Dumbledore said, breaking Katie from her thoughts, "I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year." He proceeded to introduce one Professor Lupin, who was a wizard in shabby clothes that would be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. Katie immediately had a soft spot for him, and she noticed as she clapped politely that Harry Potter and his friends seemed to love the man. 'I wonder why?'
She was a little disappointed that poor Professor Kettleburn was gone, but she wasn't too surprised that Hagrid was the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher. Not only did he love beasts of all shapes and sizes, he was the only man alive that would assign students a book that bit.
"Well, I think that's everything of importance. Let the feast begin!" Dumbledore exclaimed, and suddenly there was so much food in front of Katie that she gasped, even though she'd gone through this five times before. She visibly paled as she watched her friends - the Weasley twins especially - grab as much food as possible and pile their plates high before digging in to the feast. Katie remembered in her first, second, third and even fourth years, when she'd done the same and hadn't a care in the world. But now, as she stared frantically around for apples, she wondered why in hell she'd ever been that careless.
"Aren't you hungry, Katie?" Alicia, who sat on Katie's left and was currently devouring a leg of chicken, asked through bites.
"I had a huge lunch," Katie said in a quiet voice, so soft Leesh barely heard her.
"At least have a little," Lina, sitting on Katie's right, chimed in. "Try the pumpkin tart; it's better than ever!"
Katie forced a smile and took a sliver of pumpkin tart. She ate it quickly, and though it tasted splendid, all she could think about was the fat settling into her stomach. She briskly found some grapes - fruit had no fat - and finally an apple, and after a small sip of pumpkin juice, excused herself.
"Where're you going, Kate?" Oliver asked, as she started to walk away.
"Um... bathroom," Katie explained quickly. Oliver nodded slowly and watched as the girl walked hurriedly away.
'Poor Oliver,' she thought as she sat on the steps outside the Great Hall, waiting for the feast to end. 'He must think I'm horrible, walking out of the Great Hall during a feast. But I just can't stand it in there with all that... food...' Her stomach gave a lurch and she stopped thinking of food for fear of puking up her grapes and apple. She was too busy settling her stomach to notice the footsteps, heavy as they were, coming towards her.
"Well, well, my dear Katie, how pleasant to see you," a husky voice said softly. Katie once again paled as she looked up and saw Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, standing over her with a wicked grin on his face.
"Stay away from me, Flint," the girl whispered. She rose and took a few steps back. Marcus was between her and the Great Hall, which of course was her only escape.
"Why? I'm not going to... do anything to you," Marcus said slowly, closing the gap between them in a step. Katie tried to back up and found herself pinned against the wall. Frantically she tried to shove him away, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her there, his horrible grin still stuck on his face.
"No escape this time, eh Katie?" he leered. Then, his expression suddenly changing, he brought his rough, calloused hand up and caressed the younger girl's face. "Why, Katie? Why can't you just accept it and go with the flow?"
"Because you're a vile man with no sense of respect for women!" Katie snapped quickly, forcing her wrists from the one hand that held them and climbing three stairs.
Flint ground his teeth in frustration. "Don't get me started, Bell," he warned, once again closing the seemingly huge gap in a step, grabbing the front of her robes, and raising a fist.
"Do NOT touch her," another voice said suddenly. Katie watched as Oliver leapt the steps and shoved Flint tumbling back down them. Marcus immediately righted himself and Katie grabbed Oliver before he could pummel the Slytherin.
"Don't get in trouble on your first day back," she whispered, and Oliver stopped resisting.
The two watched as Flint brushed his robes off and checked to make sure his wand hadn't broken. Then, he casually pointed the wand at Oliver and murmured, "I hope you realize you can't protect her forever." He made as if to jinx the two of them, laughed, and wandered back into the Great Hall.
Suddenly Katie felt very weak. She sank to the floor, completely devoid of any emotion whatsoever. Oliver turned back to her and knelt, his chocolate brown eyes looking at her sadly.
"What was that all about?" he asked.
Katie took a few deep breaths and wrenched her eyes from the Quidditch captain. It was useless telling him, especially with him in his last year. The first thing he would do would be to get the Weasley twins, and then the three of them would risk everything and just kill Marcus then and there. No, that certainly wouldn't do. So, Katie stood up, swallowed carefully, and said in a calm voice, "Nothing. Flint's just jealous that we play so much better than his poor Slytherin team, even though they fly Nimbus 2001s."
Oliver immediately broke into a grin. 'Cripes, all you have to do is imply Quidditch and everything else is forgotten,' Katie thought with a smile. "Well, we'll see how he handles us this year, eh? Last year for me, Katie, and there's no way I'm leaving Hogwarts without that Quidditch Cup under my belt!"
"Not a chance!" Katie agreed heartily as the two headed towards the common room. "We'll beat those Slytherins so bad they'll cry!"
"But to do that we've got to get our strategy down," Oliver said, suddenly very serious. Katie stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "I think we should start practicing earlier this year. If we can beat the Slytherins in our first game, the Hufflepuffs and - Fortuna Major - Ravenclaws will come easily."
"How did you know the password?" Katie asked as they climbed through the portrait hole.
"How didn't I? Percy was sitting next to me at the feast, and all he does is spout about his Head Boy responsibilities," Oliver said with a sigh. The two of them settled down on a couch, and there was silence for a while as they watched the fire crackle in a hearth. "So, em, feeling better?"
"Much," Katie replied with a nod.
"And you're going to eat breakfast tomorrow morning, right?" Oliver asked softly. Katie chanced a glance at him and found that he was staring directly at her. He wouldn't let the question slip.
"Of course. I always eat breakfast," Katie told him truthfully. Silently she thought, 'An apple a day...'
"Great!" Oliver said. He looked quite a bit more relieved. "Well, how about a game of Wizard's Chess then?"
"Sure," Katie said with a slow grin. "If you really think I can't beat you to a pulp..."
Oliver barked a laugh. "What? You, beat me? At Wizard's Chess? Tell me, Katie, have you had a little too much Butterbeer?"
"You know they don't serve Butterbeer at school," Katie said briskly. "But you're great friends with Fred and George, and those sneaks always have Butterbeer. I'm sure you didn't hesitate to enjoy a bit, what with your gloating."
They settled down to their chess game and played well into the night. Katie won.
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Katie woke up groggily the next morning to the sounds of Alicia and Angelina shouting at each other.
"You STOLE my brand new shirt!" Leesh yelled.
"Only because you pilfered my favorite necklace!" Lina shouted back.
"You said I could borrow it!"
"Borrow, not have for an extended amount of time!"
"Stop screaming," Katie grumbled, smacking the two over the head, taking her clothes to the shower and turning scalding water on.
"Glad you're finally awake, we were worried you'd died," Katie could hear Alicia saying over the pounding water.
"Why would I die? Still two more years of Hogwarts to trudge through," Katie replied. She washed quickly, made sure both girls were out of the bathroom, stepped out, and dressed in her smallclothes. Despite her efforts, her stomach area didn't seem any smaller, and of course Hogwarts had no scale with which to check. This would be a tough year.
After fully dressing and drying her hair, Katie was dragged down the stairs by two very hungry sixth-years. In the common room, Fred and George were chugging what appeared to be coffee.
"Since when do you two drink coffee?" Angelina asked.
"Since the tea ran out and there's no more caffeine," Fred said, setting his mug down only a moment before George, who scowled and briskly stood up on one of the tables.
"Hear ye, hear ye! A bet's a bet, so listen up!" he began as the common room hushed. "I'm a little teapot, short and stout! Here is my handle, here is my spout!" George proceeded to sing the entire song twice, complete with movements, while the common room roared with laughter. Finally, grinning even though he was apple red, he took a bow and leapt down.
"Down to breakfast, shall we?" he asked, taking Angelina by the arm and leading the five of them down. Oliver was already seated at the Gryffindor table, munching thoughtfully on a piece of jellied toast. Fred and George sat next to Oliver, while Alicia, Lina, and Katie took the other side. Moments later Harry Potter and his friends Ron and Hermione sat down next to George. Katie couldn't even pretend not to hear the Slytherins shrieking at him. She'd heard of his ordeal with the dementors.
"New third-year course schedules," George said to the three as he passed them on after handing Katie and the other girls their schedules. "What's up with you, Harry?"
"Malfoy," Ron informed. Katie zoned them out at she peered down her schedule.
"What've you got first?" Lina asked.
"Muggle Studies. You?" Katie replied.
Lina shuddered. "Arithmancy. Horrible subject, if you ask me."
"Look, Katie, we've got Muggle Studies together!" Alicia said happily. She compared the two schedules and finally pronounced, "We've got all our classes together! Go us!"
Angelina scowled. "Why did I have to get all the horrible subjects with no one in them?"
"Don't worry, I've got Arithmancy first too," Oliver said glumly. "Maybe you can help me. I hate that subject."
'I'd help you. if I had Arithmancy.' Katie thought. She watched Oliver and Lina talk while absentmindedly poking the eggs she'd set on her plate in the hopes that no one would notice she wasn't actually eating them. Oliver, of course, looked up, straight into her eyes, and then down to her plate.
"Enjoying your breakfast?"
"Of course."
He looked at her thoughtfully. "Toast?"
"No, thank you."
"Sausage?"
"No, my eggs are fine."
"Are you sure? They've got some lovely pancakes here."
Just the thought of fatty pancakes was enough to cause Katie to briskly turn away. "I'll have an apple, if you please."
He passed her one and she smiled. "Thank you. Excited about the Quidditch season?"
And he was off on a roll again.
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Hmm, I think that's enough for now. Thanks again for all the reviews I've gotten! I feel so special! I know this story's been going one day after the other, but I'll jump forward to October, start of Quidditch season, after another chappie or two. Any objections? Oh, and for your ideas about this story, don't include Katie falling desperately in love with Oliver, everyone already knows that's gonna happen.
Next chapter, Katie meets Lupin, has a run-in with Snape, and lands herself in a detention no one would enjoy.
R/R or I'll castrate your male relatives! Ok, that's a little harsh, maybe I'll just dump molasses on you and laugh while you all try to walk! Muahahahahahaha!
I feel so special! Seriously, keep R/Ring! I don't know exactly where I'm gonna go with this story, any ideas? Thankies much, now on to the story!
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Ch. 4 - A Feast and a Meeting
"Firs' years! Firs' years this way!" Katie heard Hagrid call as the many Hogwarts students made their way away from the Hogwarts Express, all dressed in dark robes and no doubt fingering their wands. She smiled as she followed the tall Oliver through the pack and into a carriage, with the Weasley twins, Alicia, and Angelina following close behind. They crammed themselves in and settled down as comfortably as possible as the carriage started off.
"Ouch! Fred, you just punctured my foot!" Lina exclaimed, pulling her foot away from Fred's.
Fred glared at his shoes. "It's these silly shoes. They've got 'extra traction' on the bottoms, but they're really just cleats. I don't know why Mum bought them for me, but it was a birthday present so I promised I'd wear them."
"You've got your old ones, right?" Oliver asked, bearing a rather scared expression.
"Of course, they're in my trunk," Fred said. "Accio tennis shoes!"
"FRED!" Katie howled as her tennies came flying off her feet to smack Fred in the face. Three more pairs of shoes - Oliver's, Alicia's, and George's - followed suit.
"Ouch! Ow! Attack of the shoes!" Fred shouted, pushing the many shoes across the carriage. They proceeded to fly around, hitting anyone they happened to come in contact with.
"Grab your shoes!" Katie ordered, reaching out and snatching her shoes from the air. The others, hiding under books and human shields, also managed to grab their shoes. Katie glared at Fred, who was trying to hide a grin.
"Well, didn't know that would happen," he said in a soft voice.
"Cripes, Fred, be smart," Katie muttered.
"Thank god I was wearing sandals," Lina commented. The carriage lurched to a stop, and all six of them managed to escape in one piece. Spirits lifted, they linked arms and headed into Hogwarts castle, "Wizard of Oz" style.
"Welcome!" Headmaster Dumbledore boomed after the Sorting of the new first years had taken place and everyone had settled down. Katie listened as he explained about the dementors, and risked a shudder at the thought of them being in the school. She loathed the creatures, with their black cloaks and decaying bodies and ragged breaths...
"On a happier note," Dumbledore said, breaking Katie from her thoughts, "I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year." He proceeded to introduce one Professor Lupin, who was a wizard in shabby clothes that would be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. Katie immediately had a soft spot for him, and she noticed as she clapped politely that Harry Potter and his friends seemed to love the man. 'I wonder why?'
She was a little disappointed that poor Professor Kettleburn was gone, but she wasn't too surprised that Hagrid was the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher. Not only did he love beasts of all shapes and sizes, he was the only man alive that would assign students a book that bit.
"Well, I think that's everything of importance. Let the feast begin!" Dumbledore exclaimed, and suddenly there was so much food in front of Katie that she gasped, even though she'd gone through this five times before. She visibly paled as she watched her friends - the Weasley twins especially - grab as much food as possible and pile their plates high before digging in to the feast. Katie remembered in her first, second, third and even fourth years, when she'd done the same and hadn't a care in the world. But now, as she stared frantically around for apples, she wondered why in hell she'd ever been that careless.
"Aren't you hungry, Katie?" Alicia, who sat on Katie's left and was currently devouring a leg of chicken, asked through bites.
"I had a huge lunch," Katie said in a quiet voice, so soft Leesh barely heard her.
"At least have a little," Lina, sitting on Katie's right, chimed in. "Try the pumpkin tart; it's better than ever!"
Katie forced a smile and took a sliver of pumpkin tart. She ate it quickly, and though it tasted splendid, all she could think about was the fat settling into her stomach. She briskly found some grapes - fruit had no fat - and finally an apple, and after a small sip of pumpkin juice, excused herself.
"Where're you going, Kate?" Oliver asked, as she started to walk away.
"Um... bathroom," Katie explained quickly. Oliver nodded slowly and watched as the girl walked hurriedly away.
'Poor Oliver,' she thought as she sat on the steps outside the Great Hall, waiting for the feast to end. 'He must think I'm horrible, walking out of the Great Hall during a feast. But I just can't stand it in there with all that... food...' Her stomach gave a lurch and she stopped thinking of food for fear of puking up her grapes and apple. She was too busy settling her stomach to notice the footsteps, heavy as they were, coming towards her.
"Well, well, my dear Katie, how pleasant to see you," a husky voice said softly. Katie once again paled as she looked up and saw Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, standing over her with a wicked grin on his face.
"Stay away from me, Flint," the girl whispered. She rose and took a few steps back. Marcus was between her and the Great Hall, which of course was her only escape.
"Why? I'm not going to... do anything to you," Marcus said slowly, closing the gap between them in a step. Katie tried to back up and found herself pinned against the wall. Frantically she tried to shove him away, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her there, his horrible grin still stuck on his face.
"No escape this time, eh Katie?" he leered. Then, his expression suddenly changing, he brought his rough, calloused hand up and caressed the younger girl's face. "Why, Katie? Why can't you just accept it and go with the flow?"
"Because you're a vile man with no sense of respect for women!" Katie snapped quickly, forcing her wrists from the one hand that held them and climbing three stairs.
Flint ground his teeth in frustration. "Don't get me started, Bell," he warned, once again closing the seemingly huge gap in a step, grabbing the front of her robes, and raising a fist.
"Do NOT touch her," another voice said suddenly. Katie watched as Oliver leapt the steps and shoved Flint tumbling back down them. Marcus immediately righted himself and Katie grabbed Oliver before he could pummel the Slytherin.
"Don't get in trouble on your first day back," she whispered, and Oliver stopped resisting.
The two watched as Flint brushed his robes off and checked to make sure his wand hadn't broken. Then, he casually pointed the wand at Oliver and murmured, "I hope you realize you can't protect her forever." He made as if to jinx the two of them, laughed, and wandered back into the Great Hall.
Suddenly Katie felt very weak. She sank to the floor, completely devoid of any emotion whatsoever. Oliver turned back to her and knelt, his chocolate brown eyes looking at her sadly.
"What was that all about?" he asked.
Katie took a few deep breaths and wrenched her eyes from the Quidditch captain. It was useless telling him, especially with him in his last year. The first thing he would do would be to get the Weasley twins, and then the three of them would risk everything and just kill Marcus then and there. No, that certainly wouldn't do. So, Katie stood up, swallowed carefully, and said in a calm voice, "Nothing. Flint's just jealous that we play so much better than his poor Slytherin team, even though they fly Nimbus 2001s."
Oliver immediately broke into a grin. 'Cripes, all you have to do is imply Quidditch and everything else is forgotten,' Katie thought with a smile. "Well, we'll see how he handles us this year, eh? Last year for me, Katie, and there's no way I'm leaving Hogwarts without that Quidditch Cup under my belt!"
"Not a chance!" Katie agreed heartily as the two headed towards the common room. "We'll beat those Slytherins so bad they'll cry!"
"But to do that we've got to get our strategy down," Oliver said, suddenly very serious. Katie stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "I think we should start practicing earlier this year. If we can beat the Slytherins in our first game, the Hufflepuffs and - Fortuna Major - Ravenclaws will come easily."
"How did you know the password?" Katie asked as they climbed through the portrait hole.
"How didn't I? Percy was sitting next to me at the feast, and all he does is spout about his Head Boy responsibilities," Oliver said with a sigh. The two of them settled down on a couch, and there was silence for a while as they watched the fire crackle in a hearth. "So, em, feeling better?"
"Much," Katie replied with a nod.
"And you're going to eat breakfast tomorrow morning, right?" Oliver asked softly. Katie chanced a glance at him and found that he was staring directly at her. He wouldn't let the question slip.
"Of course. I always eat breakfast," Katie told him truthfully. Silently she thought, 'An apple a day...'
"Great!" Oliver said. He looked quite a bit more relieved. "Well, how about a game of Wizard's Chess then?"
"Sure," Katie said with a slow grin. "If you really think I can't beat you to a pulp..."
Oliver barked a laugh. "What? You, beat me? At Wizard's Chess? Tell me, Katie, have you had a little too much Butterbeer?"
"You know they don't serve Butterbeer at school," Katie said briskly. "But you're great friends with Fred and George, and those sneaks always have Butterbeer. I'm sure you didn't hesitate to enjoy a bit, what with your gloating."
They settled down to their chess game and played well into the night. Katie won.
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Katie woke up groggily the next morning to the sounds of Alicia and Angelina shouting at each other.
"You STOLE my brand new shirt!" Leesh yelled.
"Only because you pilfered my favorite necklace!" Lina shouted back.
"You said I could borrow it!"
"Borrow, not have for an extended amount of time!"
"Stop screaming," Katie grumbled, smacking the two over the head, taking her clothes to the shower and turning scalding water on.
"Glad you're finally awake, we were worried you'd died," Katie could hear Alicia saying over the pounding water.
"Why would I die? Still two more years of Hogwarts to trudge through," Katie replied. She washed quickly, made sure both girls were out of the bathroom, stepped out, and dressed in her smallclothes. Despite her efforts, her stomach area didn't seem any smaller, and of course Hogwarts had no scale with which to check. This would be a tough year.
After fully dressing and drying her hair, Katie was dragged down the stairs by two very hungry sixth-years. In the common room, Fred and George were chugging what appeared to be coffee.
"Since when do you two drink coffee?" Angelina asked.
"Since the tea ran out and there's no more caffeine," Fred said, setting his mug down only a moment before George, who scowled and briskly stood up on one of the tables.
"Hear ye, hear ye! A bet's a bet, so listen up!" he began as the common room hushed. "I'm a little teapot, short and stout! Here is my handle, here is my spout!" George proceeded to sing the entire song twice, complete with movements, while the common room roared with laughter. Finally, grinning even though he was apple red, he took a bow and leapt down.
"Down to breakfast, shall we?" he asked, taking Angelina by the arm and leading the five of them down. Oliver was already seated at the Gryffindor table, munching thoughtfully on a piece of jellied toast. Fred and George sat next to Oliver, while Alicia, Lina, and Katie took the other side. Moments later Harry Potter and his friends Ron and Hermione sat down next to George. Katie couldn't even pretend not to hear the Slytherins shrieking at him. She'd heard of his ordeal with the dementors.
"New third-year course schedules," George said to the three as he passed them on after handing Katie and the other girls their schedules. "What's up with you, Harry?"
"Malfoy," Ron informed. Katie zoned them out at she peered down her schedule.
"What've you got first?" Lina asked.
"Muggle Studies. You?" Katie replied.
Lina shuddered. "Arithmancy. Horrible subject, if you ask me."
"Look, Katie, we've got Muggle Studies together!" Alicia said happily. She compared the two schedules and finally pronounced, "We've got all our classes together! Go us!"
Angelina scowled. "Why did I have to get all the horrible subjects with no one in them?"
"Don't worry, I've got Arithmancy first too," Oliver said glumly. "Maybe you can help me. I hate that subject."
'I'd help you. if I had Arithmancy.' Katie thought. She watched Oliver and Lina talk while absentmindedly poking the eggs she'd set on her plate in the hopes that no one would notice she wasn't actually eating them. Oliver, of course, looked up, straight into her eyes, and then down to her plate.
"Enjoying your breakfast?"
"Of course."
He looked at her thoughtfully. "Toast?"
"No, thank you."
"Sausage?"
"No, my eggs are fine."
"Are you sure? They've got some lovely pancakes here."
Just the thought of fatty pancakes was enough to cause Katie to briskly turn away. "I'll have an apple, if you please."
He passed her one and she smiled. "Thank you. Excited about the Quidditch season?"
And he was off on a roll again.
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Hmm, I think that's enough for now. Thanks again for all the reviews I've gotten! I feel so special! I know this story's been going one day after the other, but I'll jump forward to October, start of Quidditch season, after another chappie or two. Any objections? Oh, and for your ideas about this story, don't include Katie falling desperately in love with Oliver, everyone already knows that's gonna happen.
Next chapter, Katie meets Lupin, has a run-in with Snape, and lands herself in a detention no one would enjoy.
R/R or I'll castrate your male relatives! Ok, that's a little harsh, maybe I'll just dump molasses on you and laugh while you all try to walk! Muahahahahahaha!
