Disclaimer: One day I was sitting on a train when this idea for a story about a magical boy suddenly formed itself in my mind. Then I woke up and realised I wasn’t JKR and I didn’t actually create Harry Potter :(
Luck of the Irish
Chapter the Second
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.
Seamus stood with his nose pressed against the glass window of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He wasn’t the only young wizard standing there, looking at the showcased Nimbus 2000. In fact, there were about twelve others, all around his age. His mother had needed to make a quick stop at the apothecary and Seamus hadn’t wanted to go with, so she had allowed him to go over to the Quidditch store, after warning him to stay by the window and not go wandering off.
He knew first years at Hogwarts weren’t allowed broomsticks and they never got on their house Quidditch teams, but as he stood looking in, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander…
He hovers in the air, nearly twenty feet from the ground, his scarlet red robes flapping in the light breeze. Once he begins to play, the robes will no longer be nearly motionless but flying wildly right along with him. Looking down at the ground he sees the referee walking onto the pitch with the trunk of balls in tow.
He waits patiently as the other three balls are released, one Bludger flying a little to close for comfort as it makes it's ascension into the sky. Finally the moment he's been waiting for, the release of the Quaffle. He is the first to grab it and begins the dance he has been practicing for months now. Weaving in and out of the other team's members, he easily makes his way across the pitch. A quick look over his shoulder reveals that the other two chasers on the team have gotten stuck in the crowd of the other team. Seamus is on his own.
He makes it to the hoops of the opposing team and lofts the Quaffle through the highest goal post, the other teams Keeper unable to do anything about it.
Time and time again, he scores. The game ends after an excellent showing by his team and the quick eye of their Seeker. They win 950 to 60.
That night Gryffindor is in an uproar. Seamus is celebrated for not only scoring the first goal that got the team started but many others after that. They hoist him high onto their shoulders and begin chanting his name.
"Seamus! Seamus! Seamus! Seamus.."
"Seamus?" an oddly high pitched voice broke him from his daydream. As the sandy haired young wizard came to, he realised that it was him who was chanting and that he must have looked like a right idiot to everyone around him.
Blushing a shade similar to fuchsia, he turned in the direction he heard the voice calling his name. When his eyes met their desired target, it felt similar to the reaction of characters from the cartoons his father was always showing him. His eyes nearly popped from his head and his mouth dried faster than if he had just eaten a bite of his mother's exceptionally dry soda bread.
The girl who had been calling his name looked a few years younger than him, with long black locks and piercing green eyes. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Her rosy cheeks and plump lips looked like a skilled artisan had carved them of the most perfect material and they fit perfectly onto her face. Her arms and legs were thin, yet not lanky, and looked as if she could perform intricate dance steps without a second thought. As he stared, she cocked her head to the side, revealing perfectly shaped ears with small diamond studs in the lower lobes, and smiled a perfectly straight and pearly white smile.
His breath seemed to have escaped him so it took a moment for him to be able to answer her questioning gaze. He tried to sound cool, but with her emerald eyes on him, the only thing he was able to do was force a lopsided smile and mutter a quite “Hi” under his breath.
The girl laughed, a sound like light bells ringing and moved towards him. “You’re funny. I’m Kari and guessing by your little victory cheer, you’re Seamus!” Her tinkling laugh echoed through his head once again and she stuck out a small, pearly coloured hand. He took it, revelling in the absolute softness of her hands and nodded his head, fearing that if he spoke he would make an even bigger fool out of himself.
“Are you going to Hogwarts this year?” she asked, trying to pry some form of conversation out of the boy.
“Yeah, it’s my first year. How about you?”
Her smile slipped from her face momentarily before being hurriedly replaced, though it looked forced. “No, I’m still too young, but my older brother is going. He’s shopping with my mum. They told me to wait for them here.
“I saw you looking at that broom in the window. Can you fly? I’ve always wanted to but my mum says it’s not a sport that ‘proper ladies’ play. I told her that there’s a whole team for just witches but she wouldn’t hear it…”
Seamus watched Kari’s bright pink lips form words that he was no longer paying attention to. She could talk all she wanted, just as long as she was talking to him.
He had never been around someone this perfect, let alone standing and talking to her. He couldn’t believe his luck! His first trip to England had been going perfectly! He couldn’t wait to come back for the first of September and board the Hogwarts Express and start his magical education. With this sudden wave of luck, he could just imagine everything he'd be able to accomplish, especially since he was standing here talking to the most beautiful girl to ever grace the planet.
“Earth to Seamus!” Kari’s voice finally broke through Seamus’ thoughts.
“Sorry what?” he replied lamely. He didn’t want to sound like he hadn’t been listening to her, but he honestly had no idea what she had just been talking about and he’d look like a royal arse if he did pretend to know.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to go into the store. You were staring pretty seriously at that broom. Maybe you could try it out or something,” Kari explained, grabbing his hand and pulling it slightly. At the contact, Seamus’ brain momentarily stopped functioning. It didn’t reboot until he heard the chimes of the bell above the door.
His mother had told him to wait by the Quidditch store, not in it. He told Kari as much and she told him that it wouldn’t really matter if he went into the store for a minute because the apothecary was down the street and they could see it from the store.
“We’ll just keep an eye on the door and when your mum leaves, we’ll bolt back outside and she won’t know anything!” Kari explained with a flip of her long black hair and a casual wave of her hand. Seamus wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to do what this girl was telling him too, even if he felt it was a bad idea.
Finally he conceded and followed her. Before the door closed on him, he took one final look around the crowded streets for a sign of his mother. Not spotting her, he let the door close and began perusing the shelves of Quidditch paraphernalia, echoes from his dream playing in his mind as he went.
‘Seamus! Seamus! Seamus!’
“Seamie! Dean told me you’d be joining us!”
Seamus swore under his breath as he was wrapped in a tight and intimate embrace by the dark haired woman who had been sharing the table with Dean. When the raven haired beauty released her arms and stepped back to take in the man before her, Seamus felt a sharp breath leave his mouth. It had been years since he had last seen this particular woman and he had been hoping that he would never again have to.
Thinking back on it, even Seamus could admit that he had it coming, what with all the bad luck he had been having. It was just a matter of time before something really big happened. The event just happened to be the one that would cause Seamus the most anguish.
“Hey Kari, I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought it would just be Dean and I,” Seamus said, his voice tight and controlled. He was trying desperately not to break into tears.
“Yeah, well Dean figured that I should be here for the news too, considering it has to do with me and him!” Kari exclaimed happily, pulling Seamus towards the table. He went along reluctantly, all the while trying to think up an excuse to get out of this awkward situation.
He had spent years trying to avoid thoughts of, and run-ins with, Kari, and here she was, sitting with his best friend. It seemed all of his hard work was torn apart in the few seconds he had taken to accept Dean’s invitation; in his defence though, he hadn’t been aware of the fact that Dean knew Kari more than friends of a friend. That fact was quite sad, considering what a big part she had played in the early portion of his life.
At one point in time, Kari had been the love of his life, and if he was being completely honest with himself, he was still head over heels in love with her. He just hadn’t had the guts to tell anyone about it.
To be continued…
A/N: A few notes:
1. To avoid any possible confusion, the first part of this story all the way up to the ending line of last chapter, was a flashback. Hope it didn’t confuse too many people!
2. The description of Kari (pronounced Car-e) is biased from Seamus’ point of view and he thinks she is the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. This is solely his opinion. He’s blinded by love and Kari isn’t as perfect as Seamus thinks! She does have some fairly significant character flaws which will become more apparent as I introduce her further!
3. Tell me what you thought, please! I’ve got one hell of a review craving!
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