A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter is retarded. But later you're going to find out why the Ouija board was saying the wrong date, and was actually being controlled by something other than Colin/Gabrielle's hands. I promise it will be more interesting if you leave me reviews (and if I do get a review or two, you will get the satisfaction of knowing that I pissed my pants over it!).
Disclaimer: All of this belongs to JKR except for the plot… by me. (;
On Sunday, Gabrielle was finally coming home by way of a Portkey. The Portkey was Gabrielle's robe. If it had been anything else, the forgetful half-Veela wouldn't have remembered where she put it. Anything involving organization completely flustered the poor girl.
When Gabrielle got home that day, she found all five of her friends sitting in her flat playing Ouija on the living room floor, apparently waiting for her to get back. They all looked up from the board game to see the blonde girl. The entire group got up and hugged their friend to welcome her back to the country.
"Gabbie, come play with us," Colin suggested, sitting back down, pretzel style. Gabrielle kicked her shoes off and flopped down on her knees next to Blaise.
"Alright," she said, leaning her elbows on her knees and holding her head in her hands. She watched the game with a smile.
"Luna, it's your turn." Hermione pushed the cursor towards the girl next to her.
Luna just stared at the piece of plastic in front of her. "This isn't a real cursor, you know." The entire group stared. "This is a Blirnafoon," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And the lens is not really a lens. It's his eye. The poor dear." She picked up the cursor and stroked the edge, cradling it gently in her arms. "It's just a little one, too!"
Colin rolled his eyes. "Give me that," he snapped, snatching it out of her arms. Luna shot him a threatening look and he ignored it. He put the cursor back on the board again. "When is the wedding?" he asked the board. Hermione had known the time of the wedding herself, but hadn't told anyone yet. She wanted to see when Colin thought it would be, or when he wanted it to be. She watched him trace the A, and then P, R, I, and L. Hermione shook her head.
"Actually, it's in July. I wanted to get married on the beach in the Caribbean, and Ron seems to agree."
"But Hermione," Colin argued, wide-eyed, "I barely even touched it. My hand was not moving the cursor at all!"
"It's not a cursor, I told you." Luna rolled her gigantic eyes.
"It's just plastic, you idiot." Blaise shook his head and listened intently to Hermione.
"Is that true, Colin?" Ginny asked him, bewildered by this.
"Ginny, for what reason would I ever make up something so ridiculous? It happened for real," he said, looking at the cursor in awe.
"When is the wedding?" Gabrielle asked the board, right hand on the cursor. The cursor, with sharp, quick, jerking movements, spelled out A-P-R-I-L. While on its way to each letter, Gabrielle almost fell on the board with each jerk.
All six of them stared. If Gabrielle was controlling the cursor, then she obviously would not have fallen on every letter.
Less than ten minutes later, Gabrielle's entire flat was evacuated for fear of a ghost. Gabrielle was spending the night with Blaise and Ginny at their apartment. She didn't want to be all alone in her own if there was a ghost haunting it. So while Gabrielle stayed over, Blaise, Ginny, and her made hot chocolate with marshmallows, told secrets, and slept on the couch with the Muggle television on, another gift from Ginny's father.
The next day, Blaise awoke to find Ginny and Gabrielle in the kitchen. The normally blue tiled kitchen floor was now covered in a sticky red substance, and the two girls were sliding around in bathing suits.
"Good god, what have you done, and why are you covered in ketchup!" Blaise, subconsciously making a gruesome face, gagged. Not only was the kitchen going to smell like tomato for weeks, but it was going to take three days to clean the floor.
Ginny pointed a ketchup-coated accusatory finger at him. "You're a ketchup nazi, aren't you?"
"Ginevra, I love ketchup on my French fries and my burgers." He took a deep breath. "But why is it all over our kitchen floor?"
"Well," Gabrielle answered, shuffling her feet in the red slime, "we couldn't find the Slip 'n' Slide. So we used the kitchen floor."
"And you used ketchup instead of water."
"It was better, and we didn't buy any oil yet," Ginny shrugged, "so I figured ketchup would do just as well."
"Oh, shut up." Gabrielle took her wand off the table and muttered an incantation under her breath. Instantly, the ketchup was gone. She gave Blaise the thumbs up, and he informed her that it still smelled of tomato. She rolled her eyes and muttered another incantation to herself. Instantly, the room smelled of Lemon.
"Thank you, love." Blaise patted Gabrielle's head.
