The next month passed, and it was August. David and Veronica were going school shopping. What really sucked about this was that it was David’s fourteenth birthday, and the last way he wanted to spend it school shopping with Veronica. If it was with Victoire he wouldn’t mind so much. That day ended up being the worst day of shopping he’d had his whole life. What with Veronica insulting and yelling at him it was his worst birthday ever.
He finally went home that night fealing that there was nothing that desert could fix. David thought this as he walked into the darkened living room. This was odd, because his parents never left the house while they were gone, not at the same time at least.
David turned on the light, and saw that the room was full of people, and when he turned the all yelled “Surprise!” David scanned the crowd and spotted Alyssa, and his heart sank. He still hadn’t worked out what to do yet. When everyone began to talk amongst themselves, David ran into the crowd and pulled Fred out, and up the stairs to his room.
When they got to David’s room, David closed the door, and pushed Fred into the desk chair.
“What’s wrong?” Fred demanded.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong!” David said incredulously, “Alyssa’s here and I don’t know what to do! What do I do?”
“What do you think you should do?” Fred asked.
“Fred, you’re making this very difficult for me!” David said.
“Am I?” Fred asked.
“Yes, you are!” David said, “Why don’t I just avoid her until I figure out what to do?”
“She’s gonna figure out what you’re doing,” Fred pointed out, “You know that, right?”
“I just have to keep myself around crowds of people, and when she finds me switch crowds.” David explained and Fred rolled his eyes.
They left David’s room, and went down to the party. The first people David attached himself to were Teddy and Victoire. What David hadn’t counted on, however, was being asked to dicuss Alyssa. To make this worse, it was about the graduation party; the reason he was avoiding her.
“I’m going to get something to drink,” Victoire said leaving her brother and fiancée alone.
“So, David, how are things going with Alyssa?” Teddy asked, a knowing look in his eye.
“I don’t know how or why I did it I just did.” David explained.
“Do you like her?” Teddy asked.
“No, or yess, I don’t know.” He said.
“Well, if you didn’t like her I can’t see why you kissed her.” Teddy explained.
“But it was so impulsive,” David protested, “It’s like my mind decided, and I didn’t have a say in it.”
“I don’t think you’d have had that impulse if you didn’t like her.” Teddy pointed out.
“But I’ve never felt-“ But he was cut off.
“Did you?” Teddy asked, but David didn’t understand.
“What?” he asked.
“Did you feel anything?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” David said, “I guess I never really thought about it.”
“Maybe you should.” Teddy said.
Teddy got up and left leaving David alone. Did he fell anything? He’d never thought about it that way. Alyssa was his best friend, and if he told her he’d felt something and she didn’t it could mess everything up. He supposed the best thing to do would be to tell her he didn’t. At least until he knew.
It was a good thing he decided then, because she’d just sat next to him. This was the moment whether he liked it or not. He wished he’d had time to think it over, though.
“Listen, I need to talk to you.” Alyssa started, “About the graduation party.”
“Yeah, listen I don’t know why I did that.” David said quickly, “It was like kissing a wall.” He added.
“Yeah, a wall that didn’t know how to kiss.” She lied, hiding her disappointment.
“So, it never happened?” He asked.
“Never happened,” Alyssa agreed forcing a smile.
Later that night when the only guests left were Alyssa and Teddy, Fleur finally let David open presents. He got: and England Quitditch sweatshirt from Victoire, a big jar of pickles from Veronica, a desk that could be folded up against the wall from his parents, a new desk chair from his grandparents, a box of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products from George and his family, England Quiditch posters from Harry and Ginny, and many other things.
Teddy gave him an owl named Lyssie, which he claimed was already named when he bought it. But, David’s favorite gift was Alyssa’s. She had gotten him a watch to replace the one she’d broken in the second year. What really meant something to him was that the one she’d broken had been a cheap piece of crap, but this new one was a really nice expensive one.
This watch said England Quiditch in the middle. Like any other watch it had the twelve numbers around the edge, but unlike others it didn’t have hands. Instead it had a quafil that floated by the numbers for the hour hand, a bludger to replace a minute hand, and a snitch to replace the second hand. These balls floated where the end of the hand would be if it had hands.
The next day David went over to his Uncle George’s again, only this time he’d been invited. When he knocked on the door, George answered, and almost right after the door closed there was a crash from the living room. David and George ran there to see that Tim was lieing in the wreckage of what was once the coffee table. Rachel and Fred’s sister Sara came in too. Rachel sent David and Sara to Sara’s room while she yelled at her sons.
David sat in Sara’s room with her for what felt like hours. All he had to do was listen to his aunt yelling at his cousins on the floor below. When George called David and Sara back down Rachel was done yelling at her sons, for now. Rachel and Sara went to the kitchen to finish dinner, and David and Fred went to Fred’s room. When they were there Fred stared at David, who knew quite plainly what his cousin wanted from him.
“I told her I didn’t mean anything by it.” David said.
“Why?” Fred asked, “Didn’t you?”
“I don’t know,” David said confused, “Maybe, but it’s complicated.”
“Well, why didn’t you tell her that?” Fred inquired, “What exactly did you tell her anyway?”
“That it was like kissing a wall.” David said, and Fred rolled his eyes.
“What did she say?” Fred groaned.
“She said ‘yeah, a wall that didn’t know how to kiss.’” David explained.
Their thoughts were interrupted by Rachel’s voice calling them to dinner. When they were done eating, and had cleaned up it was time for David to go home. When he got there he found Victoire in the living room. She explained to him that their parents had gone out, and she was in charge.
“So, where’s Veronica?” David asked.
“She had a date.” Victoire explained.
“Well, why aren’t you out with Teddy than?” He asked, “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Teddy’s having dinner at the Potter’s tonight.” She explained, before changing the subject, “So, what’s going on with you and Alyssa than?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” David said sitting in the chair his father usually occupied.
“Why not?” Victoire asked, “Did you have a fight or something?”
“Not exactly.” David said, and his sister raised her eyebrow, “It’s just that…”
“You like her, you know it, you won’t admit it.” She finished for him.
“Kind of,” He said, and she raised her eyebrow again, “Okay, fine, yes.”
“So, when you go back to school are you going to tell her that you like her?” Victoire asked.
“Maybe, if I can get long enough alone with her.” David said, “I’m going to go to bed.”
“It’s eight thirty!”
David ignored his sisters words, and went upstairs. He changed and got into bed. He didn’t intend on going asleep for a while, though, just to think some things over. At about ten he felt like he’d given the matter as much thought as he could, and started to try to go asleep, but his mind was buzzing with his thoughts about Alyssa. This made it impossible for him to get to sleep until two in the morning.
He woke up at ten in the morning to the sound of vomiting in the bathroom across the hall. David got up, and went downstairs to the kitchen. Victoire was there, and he asked her where everyone was.
“Dad had to go to work, and Mum is out groceries shoping.” Victoire explained.
“So, was that Veronica in the bathroom?” David asked.
“Unfortainatly,” Victoire said, “She ate some bad shrimp last night.”
“She’s alergict to shrimp.” David said.
“I know, and it didn’t help that it’d gone bad.” She said.
“The things that girl will eat if a boy she thinks is hot buys them for her.” He said rolling his eyes, “How bad is it?”
“Pretty bad, she’s been puking her guts out, almost literally.” Victoire explained, looking a little nauseated herself.
“You okay?” David asked as his sister sat down.
“Yeah, I guess the thought of vomit makes me a little nauses,” She explained, “Plus I think I might have a little bug.”
David stood up and got some cereal. When he was almost done eating he looked up at his sister, who looked extremely pale. He stood up and walked over to her, and knelt down. He noted that her hand was clutching her stomach tightly.
“Victoire, are you all right?” David asked softly.
Victoire groaned and spoke, “My stomach,”
He could see that she was sweating. David grabbed his sisters arm and helped her up. He helped her upstairs and she lied down in her bed. Moments later Veronica came in the room looking very pale. She threw herself onto her bed with a groan. David couldn’t believe this. He was home alone with two sick sisters.
The first thing he could do was contact his mother. He told his sisters that he’d be right back, and he flooed to Diagon Ally. He ran to the store where his mother bought groceries, and found her in the produce department.
“David, what are you doing here?” Fleur asked at the sight of her son, “Is everyone alright.”
“Veronica…” David started but his mother cut him off.
“I know she’s having an extreme allergic reaction.” She said.
“And, Victoire has like the stomach flu or something.” He explained.
“I’ll be home soon, you get back home and take care of your sisters.” Fleur said with and air of wanting to finish quickly and get home to her girls.
David hurried back home. When he went upstairs to see if his sisters needed anything Victoire said no, but Veronica listed off everything imaginable. David set to work on Veronica’s list, and still wasn’t done when his mother got home. When he listed off what he was doing for Veronica she told him what to do and what was going to get her in trouble.
When Fleur told him what he still had to do David realized he was done. He ran to his room and threw himself on his bed before his sisters or his mother could have him do anything else. He was lieing there for a while before he decided to get his mirror and talk to Alyssa. Finding the mirror took several moments of rummaging in his closet before he found it.
“Alyssa!” David said loudly into the mirror. She appeared within a moment.
“Why haven’t you been answering?!” Alyssa demanded.
“What?” David asked confused.
“I’ve been calling you on this thing everyday since the party, why haven’t you picked up?” She asked annoyed.
“I never heard you,” He explained, “I just dug this thing out of the black hole a minute ago.”
“I see,” Alyssa said.
Before David could speak again there was the sound of someone vomiting from across the hall and Alyssa spoke once more.
“What was that?” She asked sounding repulsed.
“Either Victoire or Veronica,” David said, “They’re both sick, but Veronica should be over the alergict reaction tomorrow, and she should be over the food poisoning part enough by Saturday so that she can come back to school on the train without to many problems,”
The next few days past slowly for David, but it was finally Saturday September first and he was going back to Hogwarts. David told his family goodbye and got on the train. He walked along the train looking for either an empty compartment or Alyssa, which ever came first. It ended up being Alyssa, whom he found sitting alone in a compartment.
She smiled and waved to him as he came in and put his trunk in the luggage rack and set his owl down on an empty seat. Snickerdoodle was on an empty seat next to Alyssa, and he was looking at Lyssie hungrily.
“It took them about twelve years, but they finally recovered Vince’s will.” Alyssa said rolling her eyes.
“Vince?” David asked, but almost instantly answered his own question, “Oh yeah, your dad,”
“He’s not my dad!” She said, “He was a drunk whom I disowned years ago!”
“Of coarse,” He said.
“Any way, he didn’t leave anything to me or my mother or the twins, of coarse that wasn’t a surprise,” Alyssa explained, “But he did leave everything to his brother, who died last year, so my mother got everything.”
“So, what’d she get?” David asked.
“That’s the thing, he didn’t have many possessions and the things he did have are ruined by now!” Alyssa explained.
“Let’s change the subject,” David said, not wanting to discuss Alyssa’s father any further.
“Good idea,” Alyssa said, “So, how does it feel to finally be fourteen?”
“Pretty good.” He said, glad to change the subject.
“Awsome,” She said, and he could tell that she liked this slightly random subject more than Vince.
Before David could respond, the compartment door opened, and Veronica walked by. Alyssa saw her too, and she turned to David.
“Is it just me, or is she extremely pale?” She asked.
“She’s pale, probably from excessive vomiting.” He explained.
This was how most of the train ride passed. They discussed a variety of subjects, and wished the train would move faster. Finally it arrived at Hogsmeade station, and they got off and borded the carriges. David and Alyssa sat with Fred and Dynamite. Dynamite was acting a little strange, because he made no coment about David and Alyssa. Fred looked from one to the other expectantly.
When the carriages reached the castle and they were seated in the great hall the sorting began. They watched as every first year from Alan, Jeremy to Yolt, Yolanda. Finally they could eat, something that pleased David very much. David and his friends were unsually quiet throughout the meal.
Finally it was time to go back to the common room, and go to bed. David followed Fred and Dynamite to their room. Dynamite had still hardly spoken, and at this point Fred and David were really worried.
A/N: I know, not the most exciting thing ever, but the next chapter will be more eventful, I promise!
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