hey, second chapter. dedicated to my editor: BlueEyedHope. you all should check her stuff out, its pretty good. The chapter title comes from a Waifs song. (The Waifs are an Australian band that I love). The next chapter is the second part of the line, since these two chapters go hand in hand. Also, many thanks to all of my reviewers! i love you all!
Disclaimer: plot yes, characters no.
Chapter 2: Lordy, I Think I Might...
Katie returned home that night exhausted. Her watch read 11:30, and she had been up since 4 that morning. She unlocked her kitchen door and flicked on the light. She was surprised to see there was a person sitting at her table. Harsh kitchen light shone down on smooth mahogany skin, which was creased in a frown that Katie had seen too many times to count. The familiar kinky, wiry hair was pulled away from the person's face, in which sat a pair of extremely angry dark brown eyes underneath two perfectly manicured black eyebrows.
"Where have you been?" the person snapped.
"I had a game and then Amelia was showing me…Angelina, how did you get in my house?" Katie asked, pinching herself to make sure that she hadn't passed out on the underground ride home.
"That is of no importance here. I've been waiting here for hours!"
"I think it's of some importance!" Katie squawked, finally setting down the bag that carried her uniform and pads and sitting down across from Angelina. Katie was shocked. Someone had gotten into her house without Katie letting them in. Granted, this person was a very close friend, but her house was magically guarded against anyone coming in or leaving if Katie was not home. This could be bad. No, this was bad. Very bad. Bad in the highest form of bad.
Angelina's look seemed to say 'O, darling, please. Get over it.' "I'm here because I was bored at home since Fred is working late at the shop tonight," she voiced outloud.
"You broke into my house because you were bored," Katie repeated, looking at her best friend with a mixture of contempt and incredulity.
"Yes, what are you deaf from all the loud cheering?" Angelina exclaimed, getting up and putting the kettle on.
Katie banged her head repeatedly on the table in response. Angelina was a great friend, and she always had your back in a situation, but her clipped words and direct demeanor were enough to drive anyone off the cliff at the end of an impossibly long day. Katie had just reached that cliff, and sadly, that annoying boy from that Muggle book was not doing a very good job of catching people falling off the cliff in the rye field. Not that she was in a rye field. In fact, she was very far from a rye field. This banging was beginning to hurt her head.
Angelina jumped up and sat on the counter, primly straightening her skirt and looking expectantly at the kettle. She sighed. She hated how Katie would insist on boiling water the Muggle way. It was just too slow. "Don't do that, you could get a bruise, and the swelling is so hard to cover up. Now, about how I got in here, you let me in."
"What? No, I did not! How could I have let you in, I wasn't even home! I've been out since six this morning!" Katie stopped banging her head, only to stare at Angelina incredulously.
"I don't mean you let me in today! You gave both Alicia and me keys when you first moved in. They let us past the enchantments as well as the Muggle locks. Did you forget?"
Katie nodded gloomily. "Look, Angelina, I'm exhausted. Can't we talk about this tomorrow? Go home, get some sleep, or if you don't, let me get some," Katie moaned.
Angelina jumped down and got two mugs out of the cupboard as the kettle began to steam. "Can't. I've been instructed to keep you up all night. What kind of tea do you want?" she asked perkily.
"How about kill-Angelina-with-a-spoon-and-go-to-sleep tea? Why are you instructed to keep me up all night? And by who? Because they're next on my kill-with-a-spoon list."
"A knife would be so much quicker, and Oliver," Angelina said sighing, and pulling down two blueberry tea bags. She placed them into the mug and poured the water in. She handed one to Katie and resumed her seat.
"Why? And yes, a knife would be quicker, but a spoon causes more pain before they die," Katie pointed out, taking the lid off the sugar and spooning some in. She took a sip of the tea and winced at the heat of it.
"I suppose you have a point, no pun intended. And because they need you exhausted for tomorrow. Something about 'rookie orientation' or such. I don't know, all I know is that Oliver called me this afternoon and stated in his very gruff Scottish voice 'Angelina, keep Katie up all night!' and then he hung up. It was very peculiar," Angelina said, imitating Oliver's voice at the correct time.
Katie screwed her face up as if she was about to cry the way a two-year-old does and then thought better of it. "Well, if he wants me up all night, he can do it himself. Come on, we're going to go find Mr. I-love-to-torture-Katie."
"I don't think I'm supposed to let you out of the house," Angelina mused, sipping her tea.
"Angie, when have you ever followed rules? Let alone Oliver's?"
"When I get amusement out of it."
"You will get more amusement out of me torturing Oliver, than babysitting me here. We can even call up Fred if you want. I bet you'd get a ton of amusement out of that, no?" Katie's faced turned angelic and innocent, while Angelina's blushed a bright red.
"Fine, but if Oliver asks, you performed the body-binding curse on me and levitated me to wherever we're going. Flooing?" She set down her mug, picked up her purse and waited while Katie grabbed her wand from her duffel and stuffed it in a pocket of her coat.
"Whatever you say, Mrs. Weasley, and yes."
"Hey, we're not married…yet," Angelina winked and led the way to the fireplace. "Where to, Captain?"
"The Dancing Donkey Tavern. It's the team's hangout."
Katie stepped out of the fireplace, and Angelina followed shortly behind. They surveyed the small room that they landed in and spotted a cluster of young witches and wizards in the corner wearing bright yellow Quidditch robes.
When they arrived at the table, Katie noticed that they were lacking their captain. "Hey, guys. This is Angelina."
They looked up and froze. The sweetly evil face on Katie was enough to make anyone freeze. Angelina stood behind Katie and gave them a friendly wave. Amelia waved back and motioned for Angelina to sit, which she did. Katie remained standing with her hands resting on the back of Daniel's chair.
"Justin," Daniel said quietly in the direction of the other chaser across the table, without taking his eyes off Katie, "Puppy got out."
"I think Mommy's going to be mad," Justin whispered back.
Amelia and Angelina had begun to talk about the new line of heels that 'Witch Shoes?' had just come out with and so were completely oblivious to their surroundings.
"Where's Oliver?" Katie asked sweetly.
"We're not allowed to tell you that, Katie." Matt, the seeker, stated. He was sitting next to David, and completely unaware of the fact that Katie was prepared to use every way that she knew of to find out where Oliver was.
"Please?" she batted her eyelashes at him, figuring that if he was talking, he must know.
"No."
"Please, Matt," Katie begged.
"No, Katie." He grinned at her angelic face and pouting lip.
She sat on his lap and rested her head on his shoulder, "Please, Mattie-poo," she whispered.
Daniel looked at Justin and laughed, "Puppy has a dirty streak!" he exclaimed.
Katie sat up suddenly, "I am not being dirty! I am simply trying to get the information I need and then I will leave you all to drinking yourselves sick!"
Justin sighed, "Puppy, Puppy, Puppy. Seducing our sexy seeker won't get you anywhere. He doesn't know where Wood is. He just knows we're not allowed to tell you."
Katie got off Matt's lap, disgusted that they let her embarrass herself like that, and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, who do I have to seduce? I'm going to find him, even if it takes all night. And stop calling me Puppy! That's not my name!"
"Then you'd still be up all night, Pup, and Oliver will have slept," Daniel pointed out. Justin reached across the table and whacked the back of Daniel's head.
"Aha! So he's at home!" Katie smiled, and pulled on Angelina's arm, "C'mon, Ange, time to go find Woodsie."
Angelina looked at the team and asked, "Anyone want to come? This could be entertaining. When he did something like this to her in school, she left him floating above the lake with his wand in her pocket! She promised next time it would be worse!" she winked and followed Katie towards the fireplace.
That spurred the exhausted players to leap out of their seats and follow the friends through the fire to Oliver's living room.
hope you liked...more coming as soon as i finish the next chapt. review, even if its to nitpick stuff.