Chpt. 11
Karkat replied by flipping John off once he had gotten to his feet. John copied the gesture and laughed at Karkat's face.
Karkat sighed and rolled his eyes as John bounded down the stairs.
"Really though," John said, "I thought you were taller."
"I don't give a f*** what you think."
John batted his eyelashes, "Do you haaaaaaaate me Karkat?" He spoke like a girl asking a boy if he, 'loved her'.
"Yes." John raised his eyebrows, smirking. "In a totally platonic way."
"What!?" Hermione exclaimed, for she was the only one besides John, Karkat and Terezi that knew what 'platonic' meant.
John laughed at her face, "It's an inside joke."
She nodded hesitantly, unsure what to make of it.
"I'm hungry," Karkat said, abruptly changing the subject. "Is there anything to eat?"
John pointed to the kitchen and Karkat walked slowly to the door.
"Well, I'm going to go see how well your mom can handle Karkat," John said happily, and bounced into the kitchen. Everyone except the twins followed to finish their breakfast, and maybe to watch Karkat get chewed out by Mrs. Weasley. Harry hung behind with Hermione.
"What does platonic mean?"
She blushed. "Nonsexual," she said quickly and quietly.
If Harry had had any liquid in his mouth, he would have done a spit-take. He stared at her wide-eyed, and she glanced at the kitchen, both friends moving towards the door with an awkward silence hanging in the hair.
Karkat was sitting at the table, poking at his eggs grumpily, and Mrs. Weasley was cooking more breakfast, the dishes doing themselves.
John looked at the dishes grumpily, "Why didn't I think of doing that?" he muttered.
"Huh?"
"Nothing..."
"Hey Karkat?"
"Yes John?"
"Why do you have 69 on your shirt?"
"What?"
"Never mind..." John giggled to himself a bit while Karkat just looked extremely annoyed, which Harry took to be his regular face. "What-" Whatever it was Karkat was going to say was interrupted by the arrival of owls.
One sat on Karkat's toast, it's leg extended. "Okay why the f*** is there a hootbeast on my food?"
Mrs. Weasley gave him a stern glare, "Language."
"I think he wants you to take the letter, Karkat," John said having already retrieved his letter.
Karkat grabbed the letter and the owl took off.
He opened it and as he read, his scowl became more pronounced. "Okay, what kind of idiot names a school Hogwarts? Is this a prank John?"
"What!? You got a letter?" Hermione exclaimed.
"I guess I should open my letter then," John said.
He pulled a letter out of it and a piece of paper drifted to the ground. He picked it up and examined it. He smiled and handed the paper to Karkat, who took it and read it over quickly.
"Oh," he said gruffly.
"What does it say?" Terezi asked, pushing her way to Karkat. He passed it to her.
"Wait, how is she going to-?" Ron asked as Terezi held the paper close to her face. She sniffed the paper, and licked it. And kept licking it.
Karkat looked uncomfortable, "Okay Terezi, you can stop licking the paper now."
"I'm not done."
"GIVE ME THE GOD DAMN PAPER!" Karkat shouted and attempted to grab it. Terezi held it up in her arm, her height giving her an advantage.
John was openly laughing at both of them. Even Mrs. Weasley seemed amused.
"Aren't you going to help him?" Harry asked.
"Are you?" John countered.
"Point taken." Terezi snarled as Karkat managed to get the letter back. Harry could see that his hand was fairly wet where he held the paper. For some reason, the thought made him feel satisfied.
Karkat wiped the slobber on his shirt and gave the letter to Mrs. Weasley who dried it with her wand. "There's a section in there for you," he said.
She thanked him and read it over, frowning at the paper.
"Well that clears things up a bit."
"What did it say?" Harry asked John, who smirked and shook his head.
"Oh, nothing that concerns you." Harry frowned, but didn't push on.
"I'm going to go open mine upstairs," he said suddenly, turning around to go upstairs. Hermione and Ron followed him, Hermione turning to go into her room. Harry faintly heard John and Mrs. Weasley discussing something, but he wasn't paying attention.
Harry sat on his bed and opened his letter, reading over the supplies. He looked at Ron who was staring openmouthed at something in his hand.
Harry went over and looked at what had Ron so surprised.
"Bloody hell," he said, "I never thought- I always thought Dumbledore would've picked you." Harry couldn't speak, something bitter and vile began to gnaw on his gut when he saw the prefect badge in Ron's hand, so much like the one he had seen Percy flaunt throughout the school year.
"Can I look at it?" he managed to choke out. Ron passed it to him, and he stared at it, many questions racing through his head.
Harry heard something outside, and Hermione came barreling in. She looked at the badge in Harry's hand and squealed. "You too Harry? I-"
"It's Ron's," Harry said stiffly before she could go on.
A look of bewilderment crossed her face, but it was soon replaced by a look of excitement.
"Oh, I just thought-"
"It's mine."
"We're prefects!" she said, unable to get over the fact. "I can't believe it-"
"Can't believe that I'm a prefect?" Ron asked harshly.
"No! I just-" Hermione was interrupted by the arrival of the twins. They saw the badge in Ron's hand and smirked.
"Is ickle Ronnykins a prefect?" George asked. Harry dully noted Ron's ears turning red.
"Well, I'm afraid we have to disown you," Fred said.
"Yes, Mum's going to throw a fit."
"Be seeing you."
"Okay." Harry looked up at the door and saw Karkat standing outside the room. He looked extremely pissed, though Harry had come to understand that was his normal face. "Do any of you f***asses understand the meaning of quiet?"
There was some laughing outside the door, "Do you?"
"SHUT UP JOHN!" he yelled back, returning to the room where he came from.
"I think I'm going to go downstairs," Ron said slowly. Harry followed him out the door, and saw Mrs. Weasley at the bottom of the staircase talking to Ron.
She was looking at the badge in his hand, and the pieces clicked. "Oh my god! You're a prefect! That's everyone in the family!"
Fred and George frowned. "And what are we, next door neighbors?"
She ignored their outburst and continued on, "What should I get you? You already have an owl, and new dress robes..."
Ron looked unsure, "How about a broom? Nothing too expensive though!"
"Of course. I'll pick it up in a little while."
"Thanks Mum." The feeling inside Harry's stomach grew worse.
That's an awkward place to leave it, but oh well. /shrug This was kind of a hard chapter to write (thank god half of it was already finished) but it was fun. Because it had the most awesome line ever. "And what are we, next door neighbors?" When I first read it, I cracked up so hard. Ah… Has anyone seen any good movies recently? My dad took me to see Edge of Tomorrow (omfg that movie was amazing) and the whole time I was thinking 'Dave could be in that'. XD Also saw the new X-Men which was really good too. ASDFGHJKL; HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THE WINTER SOLDIER? FFFFFF- Okay I'm done ranting.
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