Chapter 4
"Y…you're name is-"
"Are you normally this articulate or are you making special effort on my account?" Silver glared down at Michelle.
"I need you."
"What?" Silver stepped back with his left leg and raised his right arm in slight defense.
"Sorry, that came out wrong," Michelle waved her hands in front of herself, as if brushing the former sentence away.
"Obviously." Silver crossed his arms.
"What I meant to say was…see, my little sister is in love with this Quidditch player, Oliver Wood. And she used my name to enter a contest and won a lunch for two with him. And naturally I had to go since I technically won. When she went to the bathroom, he started hitting on me, and I panicked and told him I was dating a guy, and he asked for details. Naturally I panicked even more, and said the first name I could think of."
"Silver Oakenvale? That isn't usually on the tip of one's tongue," he shifted his weight to his right leg.
"I looked at the silverware, the table, and then the curtains. It just kinda came out. And then he said he'd never heard of anyone with that name, so I told him of course not, because Silver was American."
"So you chased me from a café because of my name?"
"Well…I have to take Silver Oakenvale to a party…" Michelle looked at her feet as she stood.
"So what? You want me to pose as your boyfriend?" Silver narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah…" Michelle mumbled. "I know it sounds crazy, but I can make it worth your while!" she stepped toward him.
"I'm not into that sort of thing," he said sternly, retreating a step.
"Oh my god, not like that!" Michelle gasped. "I was talking about the party. There'll be lots of food and all that. All you have to do is walk in with me and pretend we're together. I mean, you don't have to snog me every fifteen minutes or anything, just maybe hold my hand a bit and maybe get me a drink or two. But it should be no big deal."
Silver stood in silence. Michelle couldn't tell if he was going to agree or walk away.
"What kind of food?"
"Everything is perfect, Arnold," Oliver said as walked down the entryway's staircase. Elaborate candelabras bore glistening candles, which reflected in the mirrored walls. The dark wood floors were polished and gleaming, just like the tables adorned with food and beverages with crystal ware and more candles.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say the amount of candle light is meant to create a sort of mood, sir," Arnold, Oliver's elderly butler commented as he straightened a painting.
"Arnold," Oliver patted the man's shoulder, "Certain tasks require certain moods. So how do I look?" Oliver stepped back, allowing Arnold a full view of the Quidditch player, from his perfectly coiffed hair to his brand new, tailored dress robes.
"Dashing, young master."
"Perfect."
"So zis boyfriend exists?" Kelly asked.
"Well of course he does, Kelly. What, you think I'd make up something like that?" Michelle chuckled from her bathroom.
"Vell I don't know, you've used zat excuse many times before," the girl shrugged.
"No I haven't," Michelle defended herself. She stepped out of her bathroom, "Help me with the zipper?"
Kelly stood and zipped the dress up, clasping the hook and eye at the top to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions during the evening. She stepped back to appraise her friend. "Foxy," she winked. Michelle turned to look at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was wavy and fell to her shoulders. Her dress was dark purple, strapless, empire-waisted, and fell to just above her knees. The fabric itself was silk, giving the dress a very flowy appearance.
"Kelly, you know the best transfiguration spells. Who'da thought that this was really a bedspread?" Michelle grinned.
"I know, I'm awesome. But you don't 'ave time to worship me now, you're date should be 'ere any minute." Kelly grabbed Michelle by the shoulders and steered her down the hallway to the stairs. "'Ang on, Meech," Kelly stepped in front of her friend. "Vhere did you meet zis fellow again?"
"At the mall," she lied.
"Does 'e um…does 'e know you're a vitch?" Michelle paled. She had forgotten all about that. She had become so one-track minded when she heard the name that she didn't think about magic.
"I just say zis because…vell…you're going to a vizard's party. Sings may get a bit sketchy…"
"It'll be fine," Michelle squeaked.
"Meech-" Kelly was cut off by the doorbell. She ran down the stairs to answer it, and as she did, one word made it through Michelle's mind.
Shit.
AN: Well, I didn't make you wait quite as long on this one. Hope you enjoyed this! Again, kinda left you with a cliff-hanger, but don't worry. My winter break is one week away, so I'll be able to update more often! Love you all!!