Ch.03 Got Flash?
"Wow, how cool! I always love looking at these!" Amber exclaimed as she looked at the card that came with her Chocolate Frog. Eyes danced in delight watching the figures move on their own.
"You're a witch!" Oliver pointed out in shock. "From a magical family…how can you possibly be entertained by a moving picture?" he asked. Amber looked over with a slightly annoyed glance, but seeing no condescension on his face, decided to answer him at least somewhat respectfully.
"In the States, the Muggle and Wizarding communities are much closer in proximity than here in Europe. it's a lot harder to hide places like Hogsmeade and Hogwarts since most areas have been urban developed," she explained. "Sure…there are wizarding communities…but since we're so much closer to Muggles, we choose to act a lot like them. I sure don't mind. Have lots of good Muggle friends, matter of fact!"
Since the initial verbal throw down between Amber and Oliver, the tension seemed to have cooled down a little, and the Weasley's seemed to have actually been successful at keeping the peace rather than urge the ire of the Amber and Oliver. Of course, the occasional backhanded comment made its way into conversation which led to a constant cycle of irritation between the two.
But, because so many students came into the compartment to talk to the Weasleys, Oliver and Amber kept their cool for most of the ride, choosing instead to exchange challenging glares to the other.
"What a little prick…Woodless Boy Wonder's really getting on my nerves," Amber thought as she stared past Fred's shoulder and out the compartment window, watching the English countryside fly past. "Gets his panties in a bunch every time I say a damned thing…and I really wouldn't be THIS rude to him if he hadn't started it…" she concluded with a grimace.
Looking over briefly, she noticed him again casting a steely gaze in her direction. Turning away quickly, she chuckled to herself. "He keeps frickin looking over. If he weren't so hot, I'd probably be ready to beat his eyes into his skull, its so irritating." If anything, Amber had to admit that Oliver was definitely good-looking. True, she did call Quidditch players inferior to soccer players…but it did seem that Oliver had a very strong frame without being built like a bodybuilder. His face also seemed to hold a sort of daring charm, as if he would take any risk thrown at him.
Oliver clenched his jaw as he looked away from Amber. She really did something to him, whether she was saying something or just sitting there. "It seems as if she has a rebuttal for every single comment…the cheeky little brat," he thought with a frown. And it seemed to be true too. Every time they'd start to argue, she had some snide comment up her sleeve, and her wit caught him off guard every time. Truthfully, he found her wisecracking rather clever, and would have enjoyed it if it weren't being directed at HIM.
Glancing over, he noticed her looking out the window, and for a split second, had to admit to himself that he did find her rather attractive. She had an almost pixie-like charm to her…petite delicate features, despite the razor sharp tongue exuded a sort of confidence Oliver had never seen in a girl before. She was small, but could take on the world if it opposed her. At first glance, her appearance was quite innocent and very much on the cute side…but even before she would say a word, one would know that she could dole out damage as well as take it.
"Should be pulling into the station soon…" George commented lazily.
"Another year at Hogwarts!" Fred exclaimed. "Whatever mischief could we cause?" he asked rhetorically with an impish smile. Standing up, he grabbed his robes from the overhead rack. George followed suit.
"We shall leave the lady to dress in here," George said in a mockingly gentlemanly manner as he pulled down the blinds on the windows facing the hallway.
"And barge in on our dear brother and his friends!" Fred finished as the two left the compartment. That left just Oliver and Amber, alone with each other. They looked at one another.
"Well?" Amber asked with a smirk.
"Well what?" Oliver asked, though he obviously knew what she meant.
"Are you going to follow their fine example and allow the lady to change in here…with privacy?" she asked, crossing her arms.
Oliver looked around before shrugging. "The last time I checked, there was no lady in here. Just me and a brute," he said coolly. Amber frowned for a split second before regaining her composure.
"Alright then…guess I'll have to do this some other way," she said with a sigh, standing up. Oliver smirked to himself. One point for him!
But before he could celebrate, Oliver nearly choked on his own saliva at what Amber did next.
Right in the middle of the compartment, Amber had whipped off her own shirt, showing off a white tank top…RIGHT in front of Oliver. Backing up as far as he could into his own corner, Oliver looked at her wide eyed.
"W-w-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Oliver sputtered. Amber merely grinneded devilishly, starting to tug at the hem of her tank.
"Well, you said I'm no lady…so you should have expected this!"
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well, there's chappy 4!
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