A/N Well! Chapter two is officially here! :) I am extremely grateful for the *cough* THREE people who reviewed (two of which were my friends because I forced them)!
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Oh, and by the way, Charlie's in Romania, Bill is with Fleur and 2 year old Victorie at Shell Cottage, and Fred's dead, but they're the only Weasleys that aren't there. Also, Harry and Herman are at dinner too (hehehe reference!). Just couldn't find a place to write that in so I put it here!
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Chapter 2
Percy Weasley was not hungry. In fact, he wouldn't even be at the table if he had a choice. Unfortunately, he was being forced by his mother to visit with family and not do more work. Oh well, he thought. I probably wouldn't have been able to concentrate on my work either.
He pushed his food – a delicious pot roast that he would have loved any other time – around on his plate. He looked up and caught his mother watching him knowingly. Great. Just my luck to have an intuitive mother.
"Mother, can I please leave the table?" said Percy.
"You hardly ate any of your pot roast!" she said. Typical, thought Percy.
"I ate – um, I ate earlier," said Percy awkwardly. He hated lying almost as much as being late. I bet Audrey would be okay with lying, he thought. A second later, he realized what he had thought and had to restrain himself from hitting his head on the table. Why can't I stop thinking about her?
"You all right, Perce?" said George quietly. Everyone looked at him, shocked. He still hardly talked, and the war had been three years ago.
"Um, I'm all right, just a little – um, tired," said Percy.
"I hope you know that if you need anything, you can talk to me, Percy," said Mr. Weasley.
"Nope, I'm all right," he said, not convincing anyone.
Ms. Weasley smiled at him. Mr. Weasley looked concerned. Ronald looked confused, Hermione looked thoughtful, Ginny looked amused, Harry looked indifferent, and George looked sad, as usual.
"Um, I'll just be going then," he said awkwardly. He left in what he hoped to be a casual manner and then dashed up to his bedroom, hitting his head against the wall.
Back in the dining room, the rest of the Weasleys were confused.
"What's wrong with him?" said Ron abruptly. Hermione hit him for his lack of tact, but forgave him when he kissed her softly.
"Um, not at the dinner table, please," said Ginny. "And isn't it obvious? He met a girl the other day, and he's not sure how he feels about her. I mean, it's Percy, he's never been the best with feelings, you know?" Ms. Weasley nodded approvingly.
"You're so smart, Gin," said Harry. "And that's why I love you." He put his arms around Ginny.
"Hypocrites," muttered Ron.
Audrey Sharpe was not poor. The fact that she was walking home in 6 inches of snow had nothing to do with the fact that she only owned a bicycle, thank you very much. Biking happens to be a very honorable mode of transportation (when it's not snowing), and besides, cars are nasty, polluting monstrosities anyway. But that's beside the point. The point is that Audrey Sharpe was not a poor, starving artist-in-training. She was an environmentalist and a hipster.
"Doesn't make it any less cold," she murmured to herself. Audrey glanced up at the street sign and groaned. She had been going the wrong way!
Thirty toe-freezing minutes later, Audrey trudged into her apartment, throwing off her outerwear gratefully.
"Susie… I got lost again!" she complained to her roommate.
"Should I be surprised? Throw me my shoes." Susie didn't even move from where she was relaxing on her bed.
Audrey bent down and picked up a pair of beaten ballet slippers.
"You mean these?" she said. Susie nodded. Audrey handed her the satiny shoes, only to have Susie throw them violently at the wall.
"I'm guessing you did that on purpose?" said Audrey, pulling off her boots.
"Stupid pointe shoes. I have blisters all over my toes."
"Cool," said Audrey. "Oh, and I got another one!"
"Really? Ooh, was he any good?"
"He was a ginger!" said Audrey. Susie laughed with delight. "I think I scared him, though."
Susie pulled out a battered notebook with the label "Boys We've Kissed" and flipped to the next open page.
"So… Name?"
"Percy," said Audrey. "No last name."
"Awesome. Appearance?"
"Ginger, freckles, horn-rimmed glasses, very tall and skinny."
"Rating out of ten?"
"Umm… I'd say seven, because he was really a horrid kisser, but his reaction was so worth it!"
"I'm still in the lead," said Susie.
"I didn't recall it being a race…" said Audrey. Susie made a "psh" noise in return.
"I hope you know that you're going to kiss Chris one of these days," said Susie.
"Not if I can help it," said Audrey. "He's a stuck-up, annoying jerk."
"That he is," said Susie. "And last but not least, would you do it again?"
Audrey thought about it for a minute.
"Yup," she said.
A/N Chapter two is officially complete! Next chapter they'll have another run-in, don't worry! :D
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