Chapter 2

"Come on, Elle, hop to!" Cecily commanded from the porch. Michelle was a few steps behind her, grabbing her keys and locking the door behind her. The two girls, though similar as they were in physical appearance, looked very different today. Cecily was dressed in a pair of pink capris with a white one-strap top and a pink jacket, while Michelle was wearing a denim skirt and a Cobra Starship t-shirt and Rocketdog sneakers. Michelle had decided that appearance didn't matter. She wasn't trying to impress this Oliver Wood. She watched as Cecily slid some oversized sunglasses onto her face, turned on her heel, and sauntered forward. Michelle rolled her eyes, trudging after her younger sister.

"Do you have any reservations?" The hostess at Café Mystique asked.

"We're here to see my future husband, Oliver Wood," Cecily inspected her nails in a grand manner.

"Oh, Michelle Petty?"

"Yeah," Michelle muttered.

"Right this way," the hostess turned, leading the two girls into the café. "Mr. Wood is waiting for you in the VIP section," she stood to the side, opening a door. Michelle and Cecily entered the room and saw Oliver sitting at a booth in the corner. He looked up as they entered and waved them over. Cecily ran over and practically launched herself over the table, throwing her arms around Oliver's waist.

"My god, your posters don't do you justice!" the young girl fawned. Michelle rolled her eyes.

"Michelle?" Oliver looked to the older girl.

"Yeah. She's my plus one. My little sister Cecily."

"I may be younger, but I know when something's right," Cecily squeezed her arms tighter around Oliver's middle, closing her eyes and smiling.

"Right…"

"Cecily, let him go."

"Fine," she sighed. The three sat down, Cecily next to Oliver, and Michelle clear across the table.

"So why'd you enter the contest?" Oliver asked, mentally noting Michelle's distance.

Michelle looked at Cecily for a long, pointed moment, but decided that outing her sister's deceit would not go over well. "Cecily's in love with you."

The younger girl, as if on cue, looked up into Oliver's brown eyes, batting her eyelashes.

"I see." Oliver took a sip of his water. A waitress walked over, staring at the Quidditch player.

"May I take your orders?"

Michelle fought to suppress a snort. The way the waitress asked made it sound sexual.

"Yes, I'll have the club deluxe, and they'll have the chicken tenders," Oliver pointed to Cecily, "and the honey mustard burger," he pointed to Michelle. The waitress nodded and left.

"I love it when a man takes charge," Cecily fawned, attempting to be sexy. Michelle nearly threw up.

"So do either of you have boyfriends?" Oliver's tone indicated nothing but polite conversation.

"Why, is that an offer," Cecily leaned forward, nearly in his lap.

"Er…" As the Quidditch star leaned back at a loss for words, Michelle reached forward and yanked Cecily away.

"Hey!" the younger girl squealed. "Do you mind? We were just about to get intimate!" Oliver's mouth dropped open and Michelle rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you go to the ladies' room? Your foundation needs a touch up." Cecily gasped and, rather than asking to be let out of the booth, slid under the table and darted off.

"So…do you have a boyfriend?" Oliver shrugged slightly.

Michelle, not knowing why, grew defensive. "Of course I do!"

"What's his name?" Oliver shifted in his seat to better face Michelle.

"His name is…is…" she looked at table, the place settings, and the windows "Silver Oakenvale."

"Huh. Never heard of anyone by that name before."

"Well you wouldn't have. He's not from England. He's from America. He's actually from a very well-to-do wizarding family in New York."

"I see. Well does he play any sports?"

"Of course he does! When he was in school, he was the captain of the varsity Quidditch team. He was undefeated. And now he races motorcycles."

"Well I simply have to meet this guy! My team is actually having a victory party for an undefeated season. You should bring him."

Michelle's face fell, "Well…I don't know. I mean, he might not be in the country, so-"

"Oh come on, we've got floo networks and portkeys."

"Well, he might have plans."

"Nonsense. He has to come. With you. It'll be great, and I won't take no for an answer," Oliver pointed at her playfully.

"But I-"

"I'm back!" Cecily flourished her arms, announcing her arrival.

Oliver muttered under his breath so Cecily couldn't hear, "So it's decided. Lovely!"

Shit.