Picking and Choosing (Tales of Hogwarts Romance) Chapter 3
"Actually, no... I wanted to know where my broom was. See, I parked it in the Forbidden Forest and I just can't remember where." Do I look like a crystal ball to you? I don't know where your broom is! "Sorry, but I figured if you knew who he was you might know where my broom was..." I put him in Gryffindor. Of course I know who he is. I know who all the students are. "I see, well then...why do they put you down here as soon as the sorting ceremony is over?" She tried to make small talk, as she became irritated with the boy's presence while she attempted to have a private conversation.
well they don't exactly know what else to do with me, what are they going to do? Make someone always wear me? "Well, no, I guess not, that could really drive a person mad, two heads in one in a way. I'm sorry I came in the dead of night, I guess I could have waited." But you really wanted someone to talk to, I understand Killious, you're going to find out things about yourself over the next few years that will surprise you far more than the fact that you enjoy talking to old hats that can talk to you telepathically. She smiled, relieved at the thought that he had just chuckled off her embarrassment.
"One more thing before I have to go, why are you in the Gryffindor boys dorm?" Because, I wanted to be near male student. I can hear what they say and when no one is looking they gossip more than girls, so I can keep track of the school, and also, because this is the least smelly boys dorm. "Very good reasons indeed. Well, I should be off then, classes start in just a few hours, have a nice evening" Alright, next time you come bring me some chocolate gateau from the kitchen I quite fancy it, and while they know I can eat it's not essential so they often let me go without. "Alright I will do, good night" Are you sure you don't want to know who he is? He's a good boy you'd like him very much. "No thanks I really am fine not knowing, I don't really care who he is. Names aren't important." Good philosophy, cheerio then, and have a good first day. "I will" And just so you know Illy, I understand what a difference a single encounter can have on you, Slytherin will do fine for you, it'll just take some getting used to "You are a mind reader…" and with that she slipped the hat off her head and started back for the staircase.
The boy was still there, sort of gaping in awe of what she had just done. As she walked past him up the staircase, now more exhausted than interested in speaking, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in front of him. "Do you really not care who I am?" He asked in a bit of a stunned voice.
"I really don't, I just needed to find the painting and now I know."
"Well, I know all sort of other secret passage ways around the castle, I could tell you them."
"Nope, I'm fine. Besides I know every passage in this castle blindfolded, except for things in dorms, because I used to be a delivery boy for Gringott's and they had me take packages all over. I never made it past a common room. Though once, when an owl was sick, a family asked me to deliver a package to their twin sons and I almost had to go to the dorms and get one of them to come down from his room because his brother was off pulling some prank. I really was hoping I would have to go get him though because I had heard he was rather cute."
"Do you remember his name?"
"Umm, I think it was Cid Weasel or something like that, but I don't really care about names so I tend to forget them."
"Well, I care about names, what's yours?"
"I'm not going to tell you that, you'll have to figure out yourself."
"How? There's no way I'll be able to tell if who I'm talking to is you."
"True, well then be creative."
"Do you really know all the hidden passages in Hogwarts?"
"Yes, students weren't aloud to see me unless I was delivering things to them, so I had to use all the secret entrances to things, not worth the trouble if you ask me."
"I know what we can do, ok, next Thursday meet me here at eleven, and we can show each other what we look like ok?"
"What if I don't want you to know what I look like?"
"Fine, than you don't have to show me, or better yet, we'll both use a Polly juice potion, you said yourself you have some, and I can get some without too many problems."
"Alright then, that's what we'll do." And with that she began to head up the stairs again, but as she reached the second step he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down again, planting a kiss on her lips before letting her go and heading to bed himself.
(AN: I'm sorry that its so short, but please R&R anyway –Richard S.)
