Doe [doh] noun
1. The female of a deer and other related animals.
"Oh, my God, the deer Patronus was his?!" Carly asked in disbelief, her eyes glued to the movie on Freddie's TV screen.
"Technically, it's a doe," Freddie clarified, "but yeah, Snape was the one who sent it to woods. It's the same as Lily's."
"So he did love her!" she squealed as she placed her hand over her heart, overwhelmed by the sentimentality of the scene before her. "That is so heartbreaking!"
Freddie turned towards her, seemingly more amused by Carly's enjoyment of the film than the film itself. "You know, for someone who claimed to have no interest in Harry Potter, -"
"I know, I know," she interrupted with an eye roll. "You were right. This is awesome. I might even read the books now!"
After years of begging her to take an interest in the series, she finally conceded and agreed to watch part of the first movie. To his surprise he found her easily agreeing to spend the entire weekend with him as they enjoy a movie marathon. 'Speaking of this weekend,' he thought to himself grimly.
"So when's your date with Austin?" he asked while doing his best to keep the malevolence out of his voice.
"Yesterday," she answered quickly, keeping her focus on the screen.
Freddie's eyebrows furrowed. "How is that possible? You were here all day!"
Carly turned to her friend and shrugged her shoulders. "I was already having a good time here, so I canceled. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, Carls," he assured her, not daring to get his hopes up by assuming that the pretty blush creeping across her face was due to her admission. They both returned their attention to the movie.
After a few moments of silence Carly asked, "So he really loved her all this time?"
Freddie simply nodded and replied, "Always."
Dough [doh] noun
1. a thick mixture of flour or meal and water or milk, used for making bread, pastry, etc.
He was sick and she was, in her own words, "crap at making soup."
Instead of setting herself up for embarrassment (or a kitchen fire) she decided to make him a batch of her should-be-famous "Triple Peanut Butter Mouth Explosion" cookies, which he has openly declared as his favorite treat multiple times.
She, Sam, and Freddie made these cookies four months ago for a school bake sale. Not surprisingly, they had to make a separate batch just for Sam in order to keep her out of the supply meant for the sale. She wasted no time and snatched the bowl of raw dough and a large spoon. Perched on the counter, she dug in without abandon.
"Seriously, guys," she moaned with a mouthful of dough, "why even bother with the stupid oven? The dough is fantastic!"
While Carly agreed that the dough itself was delicious, there was something about the final product - with the added time, care, and heat - that she simply loved. She never minded putting in the extra work when she considered what was waiting for her in the end.
She hoped that Freddie appreciated the cookies (as well as the effort required to sneak said cookies past a certain overly concerned mother) and her attempt to alleviate some of his misery in her own special way. When she arrived with the gift she was instantly rewarded with a genuine smile across his ashen face.
"Honestly, Carly, I don't know what I'd do without you," he admitted hoarsely as he took in the aroma of the cookies. "I'm so lucky to have you as my best friend, you know that?"
Carly giggled and patted his leg gently. "Just hurry up and feel better, Freddie."
Though she didn't voice it, she felt lucky to be able to call him her best friend, too. There was, however, a tiny voice in the deepest crevice of her mind that took great pleasure in pointing out how their relationship could be even better with just the right amount of time, care, and heat…
A/N: As an avid Harry Potter fan, that is the closest I will ever come to writing an HP fanfic. Thanks, JK Rowling, for an awesome series.
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