Chapter Eight
"I'm sorry, Lauren!" Oliver said at the breakfast table the next day.
"I don't want to hear it!" Lauren replied angrily the next day, "You embarrassed me!"
Oliver clutched his head, "I'm sorry—really, I had too much to drink, that's all!"
"Do you do that all the time? You were a mess!"
"No, I just had a few drinks—I got nervous around Katie, you know? And anyway it's not like Marcus didn't deserve it!"
"He didn't!"
"What was with Warrington even suggesting you and Flint—"
"I saw him yesterday at Diagon Alley. We talked for a while but that was it—I have a boyfriend you know!" Lauren said, quickly after Oliver gave her a death stare.
"A boyfriend you never see!" Oliver stated.
"I'm not interested in Marcus!"
"But he's obviously interested in you, Lauren!"
"I really do appreciate you looking after me, Oliver, but I've had a lot of boyfriends and I've looked out for myself for years, don't worry about me".
"I can't. You're my little sister", he said, "Well…you'll always be my little sister".
"I can't wait for school to start", Lauren said, ignoring Oliver's comment.
"Yeah, me too, you'll watch my games won't you? Father never has time to watch my games and mother—well—you know. Finally I'll have a family member at a game; it makes a difference you know".
"Of course I will, especially when you play against Slytherin—"
"Not funny, Lauren!" Oliver stated, not amused at her teasing.
Lauren laughed as Oliver laid his head on the table, clearly hung over from the night before.