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Chapter 4 : Chapter 4: Plan B Commences
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I finally decided on my sponge shirt (yes, I have a shirt with a picture of a sponge on it) and plain jeans.
"Elizabeth! Hurry your arse up!" Katie yelled.
"I'm ready! Hold your horses!" I replied, running down the steps.
"Finally," Katie sighed, running a hand through her hair. "What are you wearing?" she asked, looking down at my clothes, clearly appalled. I opened my mouth to respond, but she just held up a hand. "Being late to Hogsmeade is worth fixing you up. I thought you wanted to Remus to like you." She muttered this under her breath, clearly not meaning for me to hear. "Come on."
I stared at myself in the mirror. My curly black hair fell loose, brushing my shoulders. My dark brown eyes actually looked like they did close up, as opposed to black from far way. This is new. Katie had also added a pink tint to my lips, and bit of color to my cheeks. Like I actually need some more. She dressed me up in an emerald green sweater, which actually showed that there was something under it, which I usually try to hide. I don't like popping out, 'kay? She let me keep my worn out jeans, though, but not my boots.
"You're already short enough. It just makes you look shorter." Love you too, Katie. It isn't my fault I'm only 5' 2". Blame my mom, Mrs. 5' 1". Not my dad, because he's 6' 4", which is so unfair.
"Looking good!" Katie grinned, admiring her handiwork. "So, let's go."
Mmmm…. chocolate. I had just left Honeydukes, and was considering going to the Three Broomsticks. By myself. Because Leslie abandoned me to go talk about nargles or something with Xenophilius Lovegood, and Katie was having a stimulating conversation with a George Bell. I have no idea who he is.
"Ah!" I shrieked, jumping a foot in the air.
"Oh, sorry." I looked to the source of the voice to find a very handsome boy. I think he was in my year . . . Oh! I remember now! Michael Davies!
"Oh! Hi!" I chirped.
His lip twitched. "Hi, Elizabeth."
"You already said hello."
"So, how are you on this fine day?"
Was he trying to be suave? If he is, then he's failing epically.
I quirked my eyebrows. "Fine."
You'd think he'd give up trying to talk to me, but no. He just keeps talking.
"Would you like to head down to the Three Broomsticks with me?" he asked politely.
"Um, sure. Why not?"
What in the name of Merlin am I doing?
Michael is surprisingly fun. He's a good person to talk to.
"So, how are your classes going?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Meh. Herbology has been great, potions not so much, and I completely forgot why I decided to take Astronomy." I giggled slightly.
He chuckled. "I thought you liked the stars."
I fiddled with the edge of my jacket. "I do. I just don't like learning about planets."
He raised an eyebrow. I guess he can do that too. Damn him. "Isn't learning about the planets a large part of astronomy?"
I waved him off. "I know, I just realized how much I don't care."
He laughed. I blushed. Well, this is new. "Couldn't you drop it?"
I scoffed. "Oh, please. Like McGonagall would even consider letting me do that. 'Well then, you shouldn't have picked that subject,' she would say. Before killing me."
"Why would she kill you?"
"Why wouldn't she? Besides, I think she would have preferred Katie to have become prefect, not me. It would be like killing two birds with one stone." I paused for a second. "Semi-literally."
He started laughing again. Hmm, he should do that more often. "She probably doesn't want to kill you."
"Maybe mortally harm?"
"Yes, but not kill."
I started giggling. Oh, great. I sound like a little school girl with a crush.
"Elizabeth?" a confused voice asked. I turned around and found Ashley and Sirius standing there. I smiled brightly.
"Hey, guys. This is Michael Davies. Michael, this is Ashley Edwards and Sirius Black."
Michael smiled. "Nice to meet you."
Ashley raised her eyebrows. "Nice to meet you, too," she replied calmly, but still gave me a look.
"Well, Ashley and I were just going..." Sirius said, looking awkward. Whoa. That's really new.
"Right. Chip, chip, cheerio," I said, turning back to Michael. "How have your classes been?"
"I think my Muggle Studies teacher is determined to make sure that none of us pass," he replied.
"Really? Why would you think that?"
"She really only skims the material. Doesn't take the time for the people who take longer to catch on. Like me."
I smiled slightly. "Well, I could help you with that. I'm muggleborn myself, so I know plenty about that stuff."
"You could? That's great!" Then he leaned forward, held up a fork, and asked me like a certain Arthur Weasley had asked me six years ago, "What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"
. . . I like him.
"Elizabeth Lily Moore, what the Merlin did you think you were doing?" Ashley hissed.
I looked at her, affronted. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!"
"What do you mean? You were all over Michael Davies! I thought you liked Remus!"
I hushed her. "Quiet down, someone might hear you," I whispered. "And I seriously don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't all over Michael."
Ashley pointed her hair brush at me. "Don't you hush me. And this calls for a girls meeting." She declared walking towards my owl, Freya. She pulled out an envelope, wrote "Leslie" on it, wrote a quick note, and sent Freya along.
"Don't you think you could have asked me to use Freya?" I asked, slightly amused.
Ashley gave me a look. "Why would I do that? I'll be right back; I have to go find Katie."
I sighed, and lay down on my bed. I don't really get why me hanging out with Michael Davies was such a big thing. True, he's pretty cute. And nice. Besides, since when has Remus Lupin really even given me the time of day? Why bother? Next thing I know, Leslie, Ash, and Katie were marching in and sitting on the perimeter of my bed and pulling the curtains closed. Katie did a quick charm so no one could hear us.
"So, we gather here today-" Ashley began before Katie cut her off.
"Where are we? At a wedding? Let's just get to the order of business. Elizabeth going out with another guy."
"We weren't on a date!" I objected.
"It certainly looked like it," Ashley pointed out.
"But it wasn't!"
"Doesn't matter. Lupin probably thinks Michael is your boyfriend," said Leslie.
"This isn't going according to plan. We need a strategy. We weren't expecting this," Ashley said.
"Dear, Merlin. This isn't a war plan, Ash! This is my life!"
Ash waved me off. "We could work this to our advantage. Liz, become friends with Remus."
I paused. "Wait, what?"
"You can go on a date with Davies if you want. That's not important. Become friends with Remus." Ash was now directly talking to me. Her emerald eyes were looking straight into my brown ones.
"But I can barely say a whole sentence around him!" I protested.
"Doesn't matter. Do you want him to like you or not?" Ashley asked.
"Then just trust me."
"Hullo, Remus." I will not stutter. I will not stutter.
He looked up and smiled at me, a bit of sandy brown hair falling into his blue eyes.
"Do you mind if I sit?" I asked politely, motioning to the chair.
"Thanks," I said quietly.
"What are you doing here this fine evening?" he asked, still not looking down at his book.
"W-well, I was bored." That was seriously the only thing I could come up with.
He smiled again. "So you went to the library."
I shrugged, running a finger along the edge of the table.
He closed his book. "Is there something bothering you?"
I looked up, a piece of hair falling into my eyes. I brushed it away before responding, "No, just wanted to see if I could find someone to talk to." Hey, I didn't stutter at all!
Remus' smile grew. "Of course."
"So, what's up?" I grinned brightly. "Other than me interrupting your studies, o-of course."
"Nothing interesting." His grin turned to a smirk. "Other than you interrupting my studies, of course."
I blushed. Was he teasing me? It seemed like it. Face, calm down. Literally, preferably.
Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed. "Do you have a stuttering problem?"
Oh, mushroom. I can't believe he noticed. I felt my face erupt in flames. Shoot. "Uh, um, I guess." Well, what was I supposed to say? No, you just make me flustered?
"You could go see Madam Pomfrey about that. Or Professor Slughorn. Either might know of something that cures it," he replied.
Well, I need to get rid of this stuttering problem. And fast.
"How did talking with Lupin go?" Katie asked.
"It went pretty well, ignoring the part where he suggested I get help for my stuttering problem," I responded, looking up at the blue curtains surrounding my bed.
Katie paused. "Really? He asked that?'
"Huh. Hey, Ash, is there a way to magically get rid of her stuttering problem?" Katie asked.
"There might be. I'll go check."
"I'm sorry, dear. The potion has to have 24 hours to take effect," Madam Pomfrey explained. I sat on a bed in the hospital wing, disgruntled.
Leslie winced. "Sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't think that would happen."
I took out my white board and wrote, "You didn't think about the side effects?" I pointed it at her.
"I didn't mean to."
I soundlessly huffed and looked away.
"Hey, what's wrong with Lizzie?" Sirius Black's voice came from the other end of the hospital wing. I turned and glared at him and Potter, Remus, and Pettigrew. Of course, Sirius never goes anywhere without his posse.
"Well, a spell went wrong and now she won't be able to talk for 24 hours." Leslie blushed.
Sirius looked happy. Damn him.
I wrote on my board, "Shut up Sirius."
He frowned. "Why does she have a white board?" He asked Ashley.
She looked over at me. "So she can communicate."
"Oh. I liked silent Lizzie."
I was tempted to chuck my white board at him, but then he really would have a silent Elizabeth. That would defeat the purpose. So I just glared at him.
"Very scary," Potter said sarcastically. Frustrated, I wordlessly duplicated my board and threw the copy at him. Ha! Beat that, Potter! I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Don't mess with the girl who can't talk," Katie advised him.
"Since when does he listen to common sense?" Remus retorted.
"Tis true," I wrote on my board.
"Could she leave?" Katie asked Madam Pomfrey.
"Alright," Pomfrey said skeptically.
I hopped off the bed, only to trip and fall flat on my face. Great. Go me.
Potter held up the white board I chucked at him, and wrote a big 10 on it.
Thanks Potter. Really.
I sat at my table in the library, reading. I was already done with Rebecca, and was now starting on an Agatha Christie novel. She was my favorite author.
I looked up to find Michael there. I smiled, waved, and held up the word hi on my board.
He looked at it, confused. "What's that for?"
I quickly explained it on the whiteboard.
"Oh, Leslie tried a spell on you? That sounds kind of dangerous."
I shrugged. "I'm used to it," I wrote.
He smiled, some dark hair falling into his eyes.
"So, do you have a reason to be here?" I wrote.
He suddenly looked very nervous. "I was wondering-" He started to stammer, and blush. Aw. "-if you would like to go to . . . next Hogsmeade weekend. With me?" His face was bright red.
I was surprised. I didn't know he liked me like that.
"Sure." I wrote down on the board and handed it to him.
"You what?" Ashley was staring at me. I think she was trying to kill me. Seriously. Who else would use a death glare that strong? I felt like I was withering under her gaze.
"Um . . . I said I would go to Hogsmeade with Michael?" I said meekly.
"Because I have to get over Remus somehow."
"Why would you want to do that?" Ashley looked genuinely confused.
"He doesn't like me like that, Ashley." I looked down at my chair.
I could see her roll her eyes out of the corner of my eye.
"You're so lucky I'm such a forgiving person." Ashley sighed, and sat down on the arm of my chair.
"Plus, he is kind of cute. A chaser, too," She added. I smiled a little at my friend's obsession with Quidditch stars.
"All right, Ashie Dashie."
"I wonder what Katie and Leslie will say." She mused.
"Probably will react much better than you did."
"I thought you like Remus!"
"And I thought you guys would react better. I guess we can all be wrong, huh?"
"Shut up, Elizabeth."
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