Chapter 2 : Bumps and Bruises
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"Oh, great," I muttered to myself as the train began moving. The moving train means most compartment doors close, and I learned the hard way not to go looking for a place to sit if the door was closed.
I made for the back of the train, hoping to find an open compartment on my way to the bathroom; the witch with the food trolly hollers like mad if someone decides to park a trunk in the corridor, I know.
It was just my luck. Only one open compartment, perpendicular to the bathroom door, and I hurried to sneak past it.
"Oh, sister dear!" called Bella in a sickly sweet, false voice.
I wanted to snap back at her, but I held my tongue, afraid to do anything else. A civilized "Yes?" came out of mouth instead.
"Why don't you come sit with us if there's no room?" she asked.
I would rather burn alive. Outloud, I voiced meekly, "No, it's, um, it's all right. I'll just, ah, go."
I was left with no choice but to turn back around and start making my way up the corridor. I wasn't very concentrated on watching where I was going; I was too busy fuming in my mind - my calm facade always dominating my appearance - about three of the boys my sister was sitting with, they were in Slytherin, her year, perverts, and giving me looks I had rathered they not.
So the only surprise to me when I bumped into someone in the corridor and fell back on the corner of my trunk was that there was someone else in the corridor.
"Ow," I whimpered, not even thinking to apologize to the person I had bumped into.
"Oh, Merlin, I'm sorry," said the boy I bumped.
My heart began to flutter, I knew that voice.
He extended a hand, the other holding a book, to help me up.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
For a moment, I think I forgot how to breathe.
"Um, yes," I said, taking his hand. He pulled me up, and I found myself looking into the concerned sea-blue eyes of Ted Tonks. "Thanks- thank you," I forced out, feeling the blush rising in my cheeks and praying to every deity I'd ever heard of that he took it as embarrassment of bumping into someone and falling down, not the lovey-dovey feeling whirling about my stomach, and every other part of my body, making me want to pass out at the thought of how close he was standing to me. I was on Cloud Eight.
Only then did I realize I hadn't let go of his hand yet. "Oh! Sorry," I muttered lamely.
"It's all right, Andromeda? is it?"
"Yeah, yes it is." Holy - he knows my name! Had I voiced the last thought aloud, I would have used a cuss even my auntie doesn't dare to.
"Are you sure you're ok? You took a hard fall judging by the sound of it, not to mention you look a little flushed."
Dear sweet Merlin, he cares about my well-being! Sure, that may only be because he was just partially responsible for knocking me to the ground, but I don't care! Ted Tonks knows who I am! And his alluring voice made my name sound so beautiful when he said it. Hmm, Andromeda Tonks...
"It wasn't that fall of a hard... I mean hard of a fell... I mean hard- I'm fine, yes."
What the heck is wrong with me?! I'm acting like a complete buffoon! Get a grip on yourself, girl! Hold up, he's saying something - to you, idiot! Pay attention!
" -I just meant cause you still have your trunk with you," Ted finished.
"Um... What?" I asked incoherently.
"Compartment, do you have one?"
"Oh! No, I don't."
"I was just asking if you wanted to sit with me and my friends in ours then, it may be a bit crowded, but you can probably squeeze in. Shrouder usually sits on the floor for most of the ride anyways- and don't ask why we call him 'Shrouder', we just do."
For a minute, I drew a blank. When I regained the use of conscious actions, like speech, I said, "Um, yeah, sure, ok. I mean it's better than spending the ride in the bathroom, which was where I was heading. Yeah."
I giggled nervously, my face burning. "I'll shut up now." Why does my face always have to turn red?! And will those stupid butterflies give it a rest already!
Thankfully, Ted wasn't looking at me like I had feelers growing out of my face, but rather smiling warmly.
No wonder I can't give up on my stupid dreams. I hope I didn't give myself a bruise, or worse, him...
A/N: Well, there's chapter two, hope you enjoyed!
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