I was a chicken to say the least. Two weeks, one day, and six hours have passed since I ran away. I haven't seen him since. I don't think he cares. Which means that I shouldn't care, right? Okay I lie, I care. He kissed me, and I kissed him back before laughing in his face like a mad women, screamed something about my pet llama, and then I ran. I also tripped over after four steps. There wasn't even a word to sum it all up. Normally you have a word like awkward or potato, but this time no word would do justice to this situation.
I am seriously considering booking myself in for therapy. I think I need it. I mean, a llama? Like he would believe I have a llama! I could have said something normal- like a cat or a turtle. But no, I say llama.
Maybe I could wipe his memory? Even though he has probably told a million people what happened. One good thing is I haven't had anyone say anything about the doom (the doom being the date). Although, people might not have said anything because I haven't really been around. I've been hiding and doing a cracking job of it. Smashing, in fact. I even befriended an ant, named Marvin. He is great company. Well, he was until I accidentally squished him with my little toe.
Anyway, I was walking through the abandoned hallway to go get my beloved cheesecake. I needed the cheese and cake goodness. I think I might go for blackcurrant today. I like blackcurrants, they make my mouth turn purple for a while. It makes me feel like a super awesome person who has purple teeth, and not boring old white.
“Hello Treenie.” I greeted my favourite house elf of the century.
“Hello Miss Ally, how may Treenie be of service?”
“I would love blackcurrant cheesecake if that wouldn't be a problem.”
“None at all, Miss Ally. I'll back in a jiffy.” Ha, ‘jiffy’- the house elf is so taking after me.
“Take your time.” I skipped to the table, already drooling at the thought of the food which would be gracing my mouth very shortly.
“Hello, Ally.” A voice said.
“AHHH! DON'T KILL ME!” Laughter filled my ears as I covered my face with my arms.
“Why would I want to kill you?” Albus. Great. I thought I got rid of him, along with his brother. Maybe I could just keep my arms over my face and run. No, I want my cake!
“Hello, Albus.” I sat opposite him, looking down at the table. I couldn't look him in the face. I think I would puke if I did.
“I haven't seen you in a while.” He said.
“I haven't seen James in a while either.” My head snapped up at that point.
“You haven't?” I asked.
“No. Have you been with him?” He seemed very stiff, his body was like card. I think if I poked him he would fall over.
“Ermm, no, the last time I saw him was our date.” I mumbled quietly, hoping, wishing, he wouldn't hear what I said.
“You haven't?” He seemed shocked, but almost happy?
“Your cheesecake, Miss Ally.” Treenie said. My brain is drooling.
“Thank you so much, Treenie.” A spoonful already made my mouth made me moan as it blended together on my tongue.
“No problem, Miss Ally.”
“The beloved cheesecake returns?” Albus asked. I saw an extra spoon in my line of sight, heading towards my cake.
“Back off Potter, or you won't have any hands left.” I growled like a dog seeing the postman, and before I knew it the spoon disappeared from my view.
“Who knew a girl could be so passionate over food.”
“Hey! What does that mean?” I snapped. I knew he was joking- I heard it in his voice, but I wanted to be alone. I am the kind of person who deserves to be alone and should be left alone. Shame the universe thinks different.
“I'm kidding, Ally. I think it's great that you eat proper food, unlike half the girls here. I swear, they’re aliens.”
I laughed lightly. He was right. I eat like a chubby man who’s seen a doughnut for the first time in a year. The other girls in this school, they ate rabbit food.
“Well, I like food and it loves me.”
“So why haven't you seen James since your date?”Albus asked. I can't say. I can't say that we kissed and it was great and perfect, but then I went crazy and ran like a loon. I would feel like an idiot. I'm surprised James hasn't told him already.
“I just kind of, erm, screwed it up.” I replied.
“So are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” I love him! Thank you so much for changing the subject. I guess he noticed how socially awkward I really am.
“I guess, I will have to go stock up and then I'll return.” I replied.
“Why?” He frowned at me.
“Reed is going with Fred.”
“You?” I asked.
“Yeah I'm going.” He didn't seem too happy.
“Got a date?” I asked mockingly, with a smile appearing on my face. It felt good to joke again.
“Actually, yes.” Oh.
“Yeah, err, Kelly Luke asked me and I felt bad if I turned her down,” He said. Why was I disappointed? It doesn't feel right. Maybe I was hoping he would ask me. As a friend, after I said Reed was with Fred. Yeah. “I don't really want to go.”
I smiled at him lightly before shoving a huge spoonful of cheesecake in my gob.
“You'll have fun.” The words felt unlike my own as they left my mouth.
Silence spread between us. I had nothing to say, and I guess Albus didn't either. Shame I couldn't take the silence. I'm an idiot.
“So, hows Quidditch going?” I asked.
“Ally, you hate Quidditch.”
“What you on about? I love the game.” I winced at my own voice, it was high and squeaky. Yep, big idiot.
“Stop lying Ally, or your nose will grow bigger.” He laughed loudly.
“Okay, sorry for trying to make conversation.” I defended. He just laughed again at me. Stupid boy.
“You asking about Quidditch, is like me asking about pink nail polish.”
“Why pink nail polish?” I asked. This boy is weirder than me. Okay, maybe not as weird as me, but pretty close.
“Because it's pink, and a girl product which is pointless.”He replied. I looked at my own nails which were painted in a rainbow.
“But you wear pink socks.” I blurted out without even knowing what I was saying. Let’s hope I'm right.
“I do not wear pink socks.”
“You’re wearing them now,” I said. His eyes widened in shock before he looked at his leg. My eyes travelled to see a white sock but then a smirk appeared. The other sock was dyed a light pink. “See, a pink sock.”
“That is not pink, it is just discoloured.”
“Yeah, discoloured pink.” I laughed, sticking my tongue out at him.
Hufflepuffs rule the world. Yeah, boy! Eww... I will never say 'yeah boy' again. Or think it.
“Ally Turner- pure evil. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?” I said.
“Hey Treenie, can I have a... Ally?” My body froze at the new voice. It was loud, and my name just ran round in circles in my head. I wasn't expecting this. Not yet. So I did the smartest thing possible. I jumped under the table.
“I'm not Ally. I'm Mike.” I spoke in a manly voice, my eyes shut tightly.
“Party Girl, I can see you under the table.”
Party Girl? A friendly nickname, meaning he isn't mad at me, right?
“Come on out Ally, we need to talk.”
With that, I crawled out of the table and followed him out the door.
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