Carmen and Cammy's European Vacation
Chapter 2: Liver pudding
The scene replayed over and over in my head. How dare he, I thought to myself as I walked back, yes back, to the quidditch field. I had a score to settle. Tucked under my arm was an ordinary quaffle, well ordinary enough. I called one of the chasers down to me.
"Alicia, do you think you could take this quaffle and throw it directly at the keeper?" she shrugged.
"Uh, sure" she replied. I'm good. I sat in the stands and watched my evil plan unfold. Alicia did exactly what I told her, when she threw it at him, whoever him was it exploded and showered him in water. I quickly stood and exited the stands, I deserve an award. To my surprise, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to find a soaking wet keeper.
"What was that for?" he yelled
"Why I don't know what you're talking about" I drawled.
"You are very vengeful" he remarked, fuming.
"Well, we Americans usually are", I replied hotly.
"Ok, ok; how about a truce?"
"Fine" I said reluctantly. He stuck out his hand and I shook it. What I failed to notice was that he was holding a water balloon behind his back. He threw it and I shrieked.
"Ok now we're even" he laughed, "there are towels in the locker room"
"Fine" I hate it when my plans backfire. We walked back to the locker room where he threw me a red towel. I stood trying to dry myself off, more like ringing myself out.
"So what is your name?" I asked.
"Oliver Wood", he looked at me then added, "You're different from anyone I've ever met"
"How so?"
"Well I've never had anyone tackle me before" At this point he started to move forward towards me. Is this some European custom?
"Well we better head back" I said edging to the door. "What are they serving for dinner?"
"Liver pudding" he walked out the door. What the hell?
"Did that just move?" Cammy asked cautiously.
"Good question" so we sat there. Poking.
"Well is this the infamous American?" an English voice cut through our poking. We turned around to see two red-headed twins.
"I'm Fred" gestured the speaking twin, "and this is George". George cut in.
"What you did to Oliver, bloody brilliant!"
"Was he mad?"
"Bloody furious!" George yelled across the table.
"Hey Ollie!" Oliver walked over.
"Well if it isn't the angry American" Then he gave me the look. The I'm-superior-to-you-look.
"I'm afraid I have to go" he replied with that look smeared on his face, "We're in desperate need of a chaser."
"I could try out" I said meekly. Hell, this was the closest thing to volleyball. Oliver looked amused.
"What you don't think I can do it?" he laughed
"Come to the field tomorrow and I'll be the judge of that"
"Well aren't we a little cocky?"
"He always is" George cut in.
"Well I'd be happy to remove that broomstick that's shoved up your…"
"CARMEN!" Cammy yelled. Oliver looked appalled. He blushed a deep red and walked out of the hall.
"Well I think Ollie fancies someone" Fred chimed.
"Who me? No!" I protested. They stood up.
"Well we're off" they announced and walked out.
"I have to go" cammy added, "Brown hair is in the library"
"Oh and do you know brown hair's name?"
"Well, no" she laughed and left. I exited the hall and into some corridor, god knows where. All alone….alone.
3rd person POV
Oliver sat mesmerized in his Quidditch book on his bed. His reading was interrupted by Fred and George.
"Hello Ollie" Fred called out cheerfully.
"Was someone a bit smitten?" George prodded.
"I do not" Oliver flushed.
"You're just surprised that she hasn't thrown herself at your feet"
"I don't like her"
The Portrait- Carmen's POV
Clunk. I turned the corner to find a girl run into the fat lady's portrait.
"Oww" she mumbled and started to extract herself from her books.
"Hear let me help" I knelt and helped her pick up the books.
"Thanks, I'm Melody"
"Carmen" We both walked into the common room and into the dormitories. I discovered that we were in the same herbology class. Funny thing, I never noticed her; guess I wasn't actually in the class long enough to find out.
"Where are you from?" I asked her from the fluffy bed.
"Ireland" she answered and I immediately thought of Wood. Don't know why, he's from Scotland. She took a long hard look at me then gasped.
"You're the American that insulted Wood!"
"Yeah"
"Most girls fawn over him"
"That insolent jerk!" Shock. Awe. I heard a scream and Melody and I raced down the stairs into the common room. There sat Cammy, sweet Cammy, with a piece of toast crying. Not lightly crying; like snot crying. Not pretty.
"What happened?" she pointed to the toast.
"Geez is it white bread again?"
"No! You know the guy I met? I tapped him on the shoulder with my wand and he turned into THIS!" At this point I couldn't help laughing.
"TOAST! HAHA!" I fell on the ground laughing while Cammy sobbed. And the award for best friend goes to… We tried every spell we knew.
"This isn't working"
"It has to work!"
"Someone's a bit crusty" The hours passed and Cammy and I fell asleep on the couch with toast boy praying that an answer would come. Meanwhile, I dreamt about toast and a blushing Oliver. Why was he walking closer and closer; almost like he was going to…? I woke up. OH SHIT!
A/N: Sorry i haven't updated in awhile...more soon!