Chapter 1 : Fact Number One:
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Fact Number 1: He lies about that Russian Fur hat that he owns. He claims that he only wears it for a laugh but I know that it's actually his favourite because it keeps his ears warm in the winter.
I know that I shouldn't have done it, but I stole his hat. That Russian fur one that he claims he only wears for a joke but is really his favourite? Yeah, I took it. I know that i'll feel silly for taking it when the adrenaline wears off but I just couldn't resist. It was just sitting there, looking lonely and forgotten. So I took it.
Don't get me wrong. I had a proper plan on how to execute the stealing of the hat. It wasn't just one of those snatch-it-from-his-head-and-run jobs. This was a proper plan. With a plan B. Which, i'm ashamed to say, did involve the snatching and running. However, my plan was brilliant, so plan B wasn't important.
I came up with it during one of Professor Longbottom's ridiculously long speeches about Herbology and all it's plant-y green-ness. I decided that the best plan of action would be to swipe it from his bag when he wasn't looking and then run from the lesson as soon as the bell went to signal lunch.
Genius, I know.
The only problem is that I forgot to think of what would happen after I stole the hat. There's no way that I can actually wear it where everyone can see. Someone would clearly notice and run off to tell him that they'd seen his hat on my head. How would I even explain that? "I'm still so shocked! It just fell from the sky and landed on my head! Could've taken an eye out, but luckily it didn't, so you're forgiven." I doubt that would go down too well if i'm honest.
Besides, there's no point wearing the hat where no-one can see it. That would completely defeat the purpose of how awesome the plan was. What's the point in pulling off the ulimate hat-stealing plan if no-one will ever know? Then again, it would be pretty stupid to let yourself get caught too.
Now i'm confused. Why did I steal the hat in the first place?
"Evie-Aves!" A voice chimes from behind me as I trek sulkily through the halls of Hogwarts school, "I have been looking everywhere for you!"
I glance sideways at my roommate. The annoying blonde girl with her perfectly straight hair and manicured nails. "Hello Booby-Q," I respond sweetly, mimicking her overly cheerful facial expression.
She huffs and falls into step beside me, prancing a little like I imagine a unicorn would do. "You know I hate it when you call me that! It wasn't my fault that my biniki top fell off that summer when we went swimming-"
"Alright, I get it," I said, just to make her stop rambling. "I won't call you Booby-Q anymore. That okay with you, Queenie?"
Her name isn't actually Booby-Q or Queenie. It's Evangeline Marie Queen. Which her parents shorten to Ev which is what my mum calls me because my name is Evelyn Morgan. See the problem there? Because of this, our friends decided to give us nicknames. Evangeline was nicknamed Queenie because of her last name and I was nicknamed Avery due to a very long story.
"That's wonderful!" she chirped, fully loaded to spring into conversation. "I was wondering, when is your free period tomorrow because I was hoping that you would help me find a new guy?"
I sighed, wishing that I had somewhere better to be than listen to Queenie go on about boys. As she continued to babble on about her thoughts on what type of guy she'd like, I concentrated on not falling over. A difficult feat when you have very little balance whatsoever.
"-but then I was talking to Kat who said that she had made really good friends with the Beater on the Hufflepuff team after joining the team at the start of the year and said that she could introduce me-"
I barely heard what she was saying as I successfully avoided catching my toe on a chipped part of the old stone flooring.
"-I suppose that if I did go then I could meet someone but, then again, there's a possibility that they'll all be losers-"
"Ave! Queenie!" I look up from staring at my scuffed black ballet pumps and smile at our other roommate as she does a strange leaping run towards us.
"Kat! You're just on time," Queenie explains happily, "I was just confiding in Evie-Aves about the boy situation."
Kat brushes her brunnette curls out of her face and grins at me. "And was Ave very helpful?"
Queenie thinks this over for a second. "Actually, she was," she answers with an air of finality, "and I really think that her idea of going to the party but only for a few hours is a really good idea. At least then I can have a look round for anyone new and leave before anything gets too boring."
Kat looks at me knowingly and I shrug in return. Queenie is rather talented at having conversations with herself which is why everyone always seems to just tune out when they're with her. She never notices anyway, she just keeps talking. It's great.
"Have you guys had lunch yet?" Kat asks as she hops along beside us, jumping from foot to foot. I wonder if anyone has given her sugar recently?
Shaking her head, Queenie answers for the both of us. "Not yet, we're on our way there now."
"Ah," Kat nods her head in acknowledgement, "Rose says that she's already eaten and now she's studying in the library. Scorpius followed her, of course."
"He's smitten," I comment smugly, "I always told you lot that he liked her."
"And we always told you that she liked him," Kat returns.
"True," I accept half-heartedly. "But who is following who into the library?"
"How does that have any relevence?" Queenie asks, joining in with a conversation that doesn't just include herself talking for once.
I grin at them both as we stride into the Great Hall together. "It proves that Scorpius is her sheep."
Both girls shoot me strange looks.
I shrug. "He follows her around all the time," I elaborate when they don't seem to catch on.
"And your point is?"
"He likes her more than she likes him!"
"That's not true," Kat dismisses with a wave of her hand.
"Sure it is," I retort, "you just have to put two and two together."
Kat shakes her head at me. "You're crazy."
I frown at her. "Am not."
"What are you girls arguing over now?" Albus asks lightly as we arrive at the Gryffindor table to take our seats for lunch. "Lets hope it's not 'which shoes are better' again."
"We already settled that one," Queenie says with a wave of her hand, "it was heels."
"No," Kat replies, challenging Queenie to dissagree, "it was sneakers."
"It was sneakers!"
"Way to go, Albus," I comment as I watch the fighting unfold, "You just had to bring it up, didn't you?"
He looks sheepish. "I didn't mean to start that all over again."
"It's fine," I reach across the table to where he is sitting opposite me and steal his bread roll.
"Could you not have just taken one from the plate full of them?" he asks, motioning towards the plate of bread rolls by my elbow.
I stare at the plate for a second and then smirk at him. "I could have but it tastes so much nicer knowing that I took it from you."
"Charming," he responds cheerfully as he grabs another from the plate.
"Just because you are powerless against me," I comment as I watch him tear pieces of bread from his roll before popping them into his mouth. I glance down at my own roll which now has animalistic bites taken from around the edge.
"You eat like a bear," he retorts, noticing my roll.
"You eat like a girl," I tilt my head towards Queenie who is now eating her roll in the same fashion.
"At least I have manners."
"At least i'm a man-wait, no. That came out wrong!"
It's too late though. Albus has burst out into a super loud laugh that has half of the Gryffindor table shooting him weird looks.
I hide my face in my hands and grumble, "do you have to have such a loud laugh? People are staring."
After finally managing to calm himself, he kicks me gently under the table so that i'll look up. "Admit it," he teases, grinning, "that was pretty funny."
I fold my arms over my chest in a stubborn show of protest. "It was not!"
"Alright, alright," he agrees after a moment, "it might not have been funny for you but I found it hilarious."
"You would," I mumble, shoving my hands into my school robe's pockets-shit! I still have the hat.
Crappity crap crap.
"What was that?" he asks, one eyebrow raised in question.
I shake my head and stand up. "Nothing," I cover quickly, refusing to take my hands out of my pockets incase he spots the hat. "Nothing at all. Must dash! I will see you hooligans later. Cheerio!"
As I do an awkward sidestep run with my hands still firmly in my pockets out of the Great Hall, I realise how much of an idiot I must have sounded. Who says must dash? Or calls their friends 'hooligans'? Oh merlin, who even says cheerio anymore?!
I really know how to screw up.
Jogging up the moving staircases, I pray that they don't move so that i'm able to get to the Common Room without having to make any detours.
Several wrong turns later, I find myself standing in the middle of Gryffindor's empty Common Room. After having a slight panic over the dissapearance of all Gryffindor students, I remember that they are just all having lunch. Calming myself, I glance around at my surroundings.
If I was a lost hat, where would I most likely be?
It wouldn't be in his room because he took it to classes with him today so that's out of the question.
It wouldn't be randomly somewhere out in the hallway as that would be weird. Why would a hat be in a hallway unless it stupidly falls off of someone's head?
But maybe he could have dropped it in one of his lessons and a Gryffindor could then have found it and left it- on the sofa!- for him to find.
Brilliant! I'm full of smart-ness today.
Carefully placing the hat down on the sofa, I stare at it for a moment, smile at my genius, and then quickly speed-walk back towards the Great Hall in search of another bread roll.
"Where did you rush off to?" Kat asks as I take my seat beside her once again.
"Had to pee," I lie easily, hoping that she'll fall for it.
"Oh," she replies, not bothering to say anything else as she tucks into some odd looking chicken sandwhich type thing.
I grab an apple and take a bite to fill the silence. Swallowing, I notice that Queenie and Albus have dissapeared and have been replaced by our slightly chubby friend William and Albus' cousin Dominique who I don't really get along with because I find her too stuck up.
"What's she doing here?" I hiss quietly into Kat's ear, leaning over so that Dominique can't lip read. Merlin knows what she's capable of.
Kat shrugs and I take that as she hasn't bothered to ask. Instead of moping over it, I decide to start up a conversation instead, "so, who's excited for the Christmas break?" I fake enthusiasm, "put your hands up!" My hand shoots into the air and then quickly springs back down when I realise everyone is ignoring me.
Deciding to change tactics, I grin brightly at William and say, "How's the girlfriend?"
This was obviously a bad thing to say as he scowls at me from across the table and, with a huff, storms from the room.
I glance around innocently. "What did I say?"
"She broke up with him during their free period today," Dominique replies in her stupid, stuck-up manner. I have to fight back the urge to stick my tongue out at her.
"Fine, okay," I respond, sitting up a little straighter in my seat. "And why didn't he just say that?"
"Because he clearly doesn't want to talk about it," she responds, now not even bothering to look at me and instead focusing on examining her nails.
"Well," I huff, "he could have just said that he didn't want to talk about it instead of being such a drama queen."
"You have no sympathy, do you?" Dominique snaps, "the poor boy is blatently heartbroken and that's all you have to say!"
"Leave her alone, Dominique," Kat pitches in, "He isn't heartbroken. They were together less than a week. It's not the end of the freaking world."
"Humph," Dominique shifts in her chair, "you two clearly know nothing of love."
Me and Kat both glare daggers in her direction.
"And you do?" I retort harshly, "The girl who has at least two different guys on the go at one time and can't hold down a relationship for more than a month?"
"At least i've had a relationship, unlike you," she points in Kat's direction, "who has pined after the same guy for years yet he's never taken the time to notice. Poor little Kitty-Kat with no-one to love."
I slam my fist down on the table. "That isn't fair and you know it!"
Grabbing Kat's hand I notice how stiff she's become.
"You're a bitch, Dominique Weasley," I growl as we begin to walk away from the Great Hall.
"And you're a loser, Evelyn Morgan," I hear her laugh from behind me.
Turning around by the Great Hall doors, I flash her the finger before storming off towards the Gryffindor Common Rooms, towing Kat along behind me.
"It wasn't fair of her to say those things. Just ignore her," I tell her as we walk, "she's going to end up cranky, alone and covered in warts whilst you're going to be living in a big house with a lovely husband and not even a single grey hair."
"Promise?" she says weakly.
I bite my lip. "Well, no. I can't promise that but I know that you will get a nice house and a loving husband. I'll promise you that, if you want?"
She nods and smiles half-heartedly.
"Alright then. I promise that you will have a nice house and a loving husband," I then add quickly, "and an extra bedroom for when your bestfriend comes round just to bug you."
I hear a faint giggle then and know that things won't be too bad now that she's at least smiling.
As we step through the Portrait Hole and into Gryffindor common room, Albus looks up from where he is sitting on the sofa, reading his Quidditch magazine.
Kat giggles again, louder this time. "You look like a right plonker wearing that hat."
I frown. I think he looks adorable.
Albus blushes and pulls it from his head. "I was wearing it for a dare."
Liar, you love that hat.
"What's up with you?" he questions when he notices how stiff Kat is being.
"Your wonderful, amazingly incredible, most fantabulous-" I begin to answer.
"Get to the point."
His eyebrows crease together in thought. "What did she do this time?"
I stage whisper my reply, "she said something about the guy that Kat-"
"Say no more!" he demands, stopping me before I can even finish my sentance. "I will fix this," he then leaps from the sofa and does an odd leap towards the Portrait Hole, super-man style. "Don't wait up."
Shaking my head, I yell back, "wasn't planning on it!"
I sit down next to Kat on the sofa. "Katherine Bahnel," I begin in all seriousness, "I believe you and I should have a chat."
She stares at me suspiciously. "About what?"
"Christmas break, of course!" I reply, attempting to lighten the mood. She smiles proving that it worked. Score one for me! "Are you coming to visit me or am I going to visit you?"
"Yours? I haven't seen your mum in ages and the divorce is driving me up the wall."
I nod sympathetically.
"Mum wants Dad's office desk claiming that she bought it but what would she even use it for? Dad claims that he wants the sofa although he's always hated it and instead sat in the armchair. Both of them want me. Mum wants the rug, the dog, the coffee table and the fruit bowl. Dad wants the living room curtains, the framed painting of that colourful town and the upstairs wall lamps. Then mum decides she'd also like the bathroom mat so dad suddenly decides he wants it too and all hell breaks loose!"
"That does sound like a bit of a dilemma," I chime in unhelpfully.
"It is!" she responds quickly, "and it's not like it's even a nice bathmat! It only cost them £4.30 and it has a burn hole on the corner from where I accidently set it on fire when I was younger. It just doesn't make any sense."
"A lot of things don't make any sense. Like why people think that peanut butter and jelly should go together in a sandwhich-"
"I like peanut butter jelly sandwhiches."
"-and people who think that playing hard to get actually works-"
"-and people who say that they don't like something when they really do. Why lie?"
"Okay, I think I get the point."
I smile. "Good. I'm glad we have that covered."
"You know what else doesn't make sense?" she asks after a moment of comfortable silence.
"Yours and Albus' friendship."
"How does that not make sense? He's like my best guy friend," I reply, confused.
"Exactly!" she exclaims, "how are you two not together yet?"
"You've lost me."
She shakes her head hopelessly. "Nevermind, Ave. Just forget I said anything."
That's a little easier said than done.
"Aw, you guys! I told you not to wait up!"
"Yeah, well," I reply, grinning at Albus who has just stumbled through the Portrait hole, "we have a free period and didn't see any point in leaving the sofa. It might miss us."
Albus deflates slightly. "Could you not even pretend that you waited here for me?"
"Sure," I gush, "I missed you so much, Alby! Life without you was completely sucky. Don't ever leave me again!"
He grins smugly. "That's more like it."
"Where did you run off to?" Kat pipes in curiously.
"I had a word with Dom," he answers calmly, shifting from one foot to the other.
"And?" I prompt.
"Wow," I respond sarcastically, "you put on that big leaping spectacle only to come back being such a failure. Nice one, Alby."
He folds his arms over his chest which makes his shirt tighten over the muscles that he's gained from playing so much Quidditch since being on the team for the past 3 years. I mentally scold myself for staring so obviously at my bestfriend but I can't help it when he stands there looking so unbelievably cute. His dark hair is messy like usual and his bright green eyes, inherited from his grandmother, always manage to draw me in. Especially when he looks at me like that. Like i'm the only other person in the room and no-one else matters.
Snap out of it, Avery.
I flash him a smile and prance over to him, punching him in the arm and running off before he can do anything about it.
He chuckles lightly to himself. "That was really mature of you, Aves."
I feign hurt. "I'm always mature, thankyou very much." I then sit down beside Kat on the sofa and pat the spot next to me, signalling for him to come and sit on the sofa with us. "But back to the important things in life. Alby, you wanna come round during Christmas break too?"