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Chapter 3 : Frolicking in the Flowers
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Bloody hell, what have I gotten myself into? James is on the other side of the field fulfilling the role as a ball-hog after he yelled at me to stay put and not interfere with his “awesomeness”. Papa keeps yelling at me from the goal posts to knock some sense into James, which isn’t going to happen. Alicia has already managed to break a couple fingers (I have no idea, I think James is just an excessively violent human). Harry keeps trying to knock Albus off his broom, that’s a strong father-son relationship... Honestly, do any of these people know how to play quidditch? Henry is trying to get everyones attention too but it’s not working. Ginny just fell off her broom, the world is coming to an end.
It’s been thirty minutes of straight chaos, no joke. This is ridiculous. I glance down at poor Henry who is sitting and pulling up the grass around him. I fly down over by him, “Hey Henry!” He looks up all doe eyed and attempts to hustle to his feet.
“Er, Yea?” He responds tentvaly.
“You bored?” Understatement of the year.
“Want to take my spot?”
“Wha- I couldn’t do that...”
“Please?” Merlin I’m begging for an 8 year old to play quidditch for me, this is bad, “I really just want to go fly around. Plus, I’m bored out of my mind up there and James convinced himself that he really doesn’t need any help at the moment.”
The only thing I think Henry heard was that I don’t want to play anymore and the next thing I know he is sprinting over to the broom-shed. A grin slowly appears, and I fly up to Papa.
“Yes?” His eyes are still on the game watching the quaffle.
“I’m going to go fly around for a bit. Henry’s going to take my spot...” Papa nods his approval and I giddily wave back at him as I am finally released from the torture of doing nothing.
My body presses closer to the broom as I gain speed and I can feel the broom beginning to quiver under my loose grip. Perfect. I edge myself on a little further and all of a sudden I reach the point of weightlessness as I feel my body meld with the broom.
50 laps was the standard for being late at Beauxbatons, and I had to experience this “punishment” once a week for so. During one of those incidents, I figured out the quivering of the broom does not mean it’s going to explode. It’s the opposite. Ever since that small epiphany I have tried to reach that point whenever possible, probably why I was late so often. It’s a unique feeling, I’m in no control of my surroundings, yet l have complete control over the broom.
I continue until I reach the woods surrounding Papa’s property. I wistfully lean back, slow down and look around. The game is still going on but I am miles away at this point. I lazily start to move my broom in different directions and start to plummet towards the ground. I easily pull my broom back up once I am a couple feet off the ground and slowly make my way back.
My feet are trailing in the uncut field, and I realize there are wild flowers dotting the field close enough to grab. I snake my arm out and delicately pluck one. I slow my broom to a stop and weave the stem of the flower into my plait. I look up and see that everyone who was playing is now on the ground, and Ginny is yelling at James. This is perfect. I make my way back over to the group and catapult myself off my broom and into a shoulder roll landing like a gymnast would with her hands up. “Ta-da!” Papa looks over at me and just shakes his head and motions for me to follow.
I feel clean, oh what a marvelous feeling. I wrap my hair up in a towel and walk over to the closet making sure to deposit my clothes into the basket Alicia stuck in my closet labeled with the word “Dirty” in bold, black letters. Turning back to my clothes, I pull on an old sweater that I nicked from maman awhile back along with my favorite pair of jeans. Once dressed I walk over to the vanity table full of my different perfume vials as well as my make-up and other random things that contribute to my daily routine every morning. I forego the makeup, instead opting to just pull back some of my hair with a purple bow.
I walk down the stairs and meet Alicia in the kitchen. She’s humming a tune of sorts that I haven’t heard before, then again I’ve been compulsively listening to the French muggle artist Yelle for a while. I go over and sit on one of the stools next to the counter she is working at. She is all over the place, from the fridge to the oven to the pantry, I’m not entirely sure what she is making, but I I do know that 1. Maman would never be caught cooking (it’s bad for her “image” apparently) and 2. it looks and smells delicious. As I watch her lazily place whatever she rolled out into a pan she looks up at me.
“Are you going to sit there all day or are you going to help?”
“I wouldn’t know what to do. Maman et moi never really cooked much, I can only make pasta.”
“Tsk, tsk. Here, put that apron on and get to work. By the time term starts, you will be able to produce a meal by yourself.” Alicia handed me a knife. “Now, start chopping the carrots.”
Alicia eventually tells me we’re making Shepherd's Pie, which I have never had and Alicia precedes to tell me I’ve been deprived. She layers meat, carrots and mashed potatoes in a pan of sorts and then pours tons of cheese onto whatever “Shepherd’s pie” is. The aromas coming from whatever concoction made it into the oven are mouthwatering, and I’ve been pestering Alicia for the last half hour.
“If you’re going to be so annoying, go find James or someone to talk to. This won’t take that much longer.” I pulled a face at the mention of James’ name but I followed her advice. I jumped off the counter where I was sitting and decided to go commence my mission of “Go find James.” Laughter was coming from the living room and when I neared, I saw a myriad of shadows dancing on the floor outside the room. I laughed and skipped into the room.
“Hello Darling, James was just telling us about an opening on the Gryffindor quidditch team...” He looks at me expectantly, I roll my eyes.
“Oh how lovely, did you break someone’s face and now they can’t play?” I sweetly said in James direction, I couldn’t resist. The look on his face was priceless.
“Oh and you think you are good enough to play for the Gryffies? Just where were you during the game to show off this talent I’ve heard so much about?” That boy is floundering around attempting to make up some excuse, I almost pity him.
“Oh you know playing in the flowers because somebody in this room was a ball hog and wouldn’t give me a chance.”
“What are you five? Ball-hog, seriously?”
“Oh grow up and kiss a toad.” I stuck my tongue out at him and turned back to Papa, “Papa, can you tell me more about Gryffindor and are there other choices so I don’t have to be with that lump of nonsense over there?”
Papa laughed and kissed my forehead. “Love, there are four houses: Gryffindor-known for their bravery, Ravenclaw-known for their intellect, Hufflepuff-known for their loyalty and Slytherin-known for their pureblood obsession and manipulation. Alicia, Ginny, Harry and I were all in Gryffindor. James and Lily are there, Albus is in Ravenclaw. And er... Oi Ginny, what houses are all the kids in?”
Ginny started rattling off names and years and houses like she’s reading off a team roster, and I have no idea who is she is talking about, “James 7th year Gryffindor, Albus 6th year Ravenclaw, Lily 4th year Gryffindor,” James interrupts with, “She gets to party with the big boys now!”
The little ginger, I believe to be Lily, smacks him on the arm which James has the audacity to poke her in retaliation.
“James, manners. Back to where I was,” she glares at James who just smiles and goes back to poking Lily, poor girl. “Er... oh yeah, Fred 7th year Gryffindor-”
“Fredster... ah, what would I do without that boy?” James’ little anecdotes need to stop.
“James, if you keep interrupting I am going to bind you to a chair in the kitchen. Now shut it!’
“Fine. I’ll be quiet.” He crossed his arms and Lily and I snickered at him. I like this girl.
“Ok, Roxanne 5th year Gryffindor, Rose 6th year Ravenclaw, Hugo 4th year Gryffindor, Dominique 6th year Gryffindor, Louis 3rd year Hufflepuff, Victoire married Teddy but she was in Ravenclaw and Teddy was in Gryffindor, Molly 7th year Ravenclaw, Lucy 5th year Hufflepuff... Am I forgetting anyone?”
“Not unless you want to include everyone and then you’re missing the Scamanders,” James smugly told Ginny.
“Oh yes, the twins are 7th year Ravenclaws. That’s everyone I think...” She looks over at me and continues, “You won’t need to remember all of this, you’ll meet all of them on Friday along with other mutual friends.”
“Are you related to all of these people?”
James nods gleefully, “Welcome to the Weasley-Potter clan!”
Wow, Papa told me some close friends were coming to the ball, I didn’t know he meant close to fifty people. I settled myself down into the soft couch next to Papa and basked in the calm familiarity I have not really known.
this has been updated as of 6/26/10 and I am much happier with this rather than the original.
oh, that box at the bottom, it likes noms. please feed it...
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