Chapter 2 : two
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The guy was†still†waiting for me to answer.
I had no idea how to speak French; it was just those two lines I learnt!
I gaped up at him and wondered how he could be so perfect. He had these amazing silvery-blue eyes, tousled blonde hair, a nervous smile, very white teeth, high cheekbones, a perfect nose, full lips, a dimple on his left side...
I'm getting off track.
I closed my mouth and he hid a grin, "You aren't really French, are you?"
I tried to catch Caity's eye, but she left without me noticing.
Bugger, I have no back-up.
I mutely shook my head and he took the seat Caity was previously sitting in. "So... Why'd you pretend to be French? Am I that ugly?" he chuckled.
I nearly had a heart failure right there and then. Him? Ugly? What does that make the rest of the population?
He raised his eyebrows, still waiting for an answer, "So... are you going to talk to me? Or am I just going to sit here like a fool?"
I blinked, "N-no..." My knowledge of the English language hasn't been forgotten! Hallelujah!
"And she speaks!" he announced, smiling.
I smiled back nervously, "S-sorry, I guess i was just so shocked that you could speak French as well..."
He laughed, "It's okay. I'm Louis, by the way."
"Phoebe," I grinned.
"Pretty name," Louis said with a wry grin.
I rolled my eyes. "No it isn't. Louis is a nice name."
He scowled, "It is I guess, but it isn't very masculine is it? And it rhymes with my surname!"
I cocked my head to the side, "What's your surname?"
"I'm not telling you," he said with a cheeky grin.
"Why not?" I cried.
"Because it's more fun for me if you don't know," he laughed.
I narrowed my eyes, "Are you a serial rapist or something?"
He choked on his drink. "N-no! Do I look like a rapist to you?" he laughed.
Still wary, I said, "No but that might be your trick! Because you don't look like a stereotypical rapist, it might be your tactic to lure pure and innocent girls into dark alley ways."
He laughed during my whole explanation, "Don't worry, I'm not a rapist. I work for Gringotts; I don't think they'd allow a rapist to work there."
It suddenly hit me; I was having a conversation with an extremely hot guy about rapists.
Could I be any more awkward?
I tried to change the course of topic. "Oh, Gringotts? What part do you work in?"
"I work as a curse-breaker, like my dad. What do you do for a job?"
"I'm a waitress, but hopefully by March I won't be." I took another sip of my drink.
"Oh, what do you want to do?" Louis looked intrigued.
"I want to be an Auror, I'm currently in training. It costs a fortune though." I made a face, thinking of the massive bills.
"Ah, so that's why you were wondering if I was a rapist. Was it so you could try and catch me then ending up not needing to go through all the stupid tests and what not?" he grinned.
"No!" I said defensively, "It's just that if you don't tell me your full name, I'm very wary. You never know, you could be some psycho that just got out of Azkaban."
He thought about it. "Well you definitely should be an Auror then; you've got the right amount of paranoia," he gave me a cheeky grin.
"Oh sod off. What's it like being a curse-breaker anyway?" I once again, tried to steer the conversation away from rapists and psychos.
"It's pretty good actually. A lot of my work mates think I just got the job because my dad is pretty high up and I didn't actually get the marks. I had to undergo all this extra training," he frowned slightly.
"Well that's not fair, that happened to me too. I didn't get the right mark for Charms. But luckily the Head Auror was really nice about it and lets students in that 'show promise'." I gave him a smile.
Louis raised his eyebrows slightly, "Ah, the Head Auror, is it the same guy I'm thinking of?"
I rolled my eyes, "Seriously? So many bloody people ask that when I tell them I'm training to be an Auror. They all say, "Ohmygosh? You know Harry Potter?" It's ridiculous! So yes, I know Harry Potter. And no, I don't go out and have long talks with him about how he defeated Voldemort. I hardly talk to him, he's too high up to worry about me! He probably doesn't even know my name!"
Louis started laughing, "Oh I know Harry Potter too. Don't worry, I get the same questions."
"You do?" I questioned. He nodded so I asked, "How do you know him?"
He smirked, "I'm his nephew."
My jaw dropped, "Wait... Is that why you didn't tell me your last name? In case I was just looking for fame or something?" He nodded.
"Well how do you know I'm not actually looking for money? It would help me," I said with a straight face.
His eyes†widened but I giggled, "Don't worry, I'm only joking."
Louis relaxed and I just felt reality slap me in the face.
I am talking to Louis Weasley.
I think I'm having an outer body experience.
Son of Bill and Fleur Weasley.
A part Veela.
No wonder he's so good looking.
"Yeah, that's why I didn't want to tell you my last name. I wanted to make sure you were genuinely interested in me, rather than my family," he said after taking another drink.
I raised†my eyebrows, "Who said I was interested?"
The look on his face was adorable. I don't think he'd ever been rejected.
Well who would reject him?
Too right Brain, too right.
I laughed, "Don't worry. I'm just teasing."
His face relaxed, "You know, you're much cooler than anyone I've ever met. Aside from this one guy that lives in the mirror."
I rolled my eyes, "So modest. But thanks. I guess I am pretty cool." I flicked my hair over my shoulder in a superior fashion.
He smirked, "Who's not being modest now?"
I laughed slightly and he said, "Well, do you want to get out of here? It reeks."
I stopped laughing abruptly. "I'm not going to sleep with you. So get that idea out of your head."
"I wasn't insinuating anything! I swear!" I narrowed my eyes and he put his hands up, "No, I was just thinking we could, I don't know... go someplace nicer?"
I glanced over to where Ellie and the others were. Ellie caught my eye and made a perverted movement. I shook my head furiously but she just winked and twinkled her fingers in my direction before turning around to continue playing their game.
I turned back to Louis, "Sure why not?" and with that, I downed the rest of my drink and walked out towards the door.
When we were outside I turned to him, "So, where do you want to go?"
He glanced at me, "You're really tall."
"No I'm not! It's just the heels!" I pointed to my feet and he looked down.
He snorted, "That takes about three inches off and you probably still reach my chin."
I looked up at him, "You're really tall. I'm average height."
He hid a smirk, "I'm six-two, so that must make you about... er... "
"Five-seven," I muttered. I hated being tall.
"Well look on the bright side Pheebs-"
"Did you just call me Pheebs?" I cut him off.
"Er... Yeah, isn't that the nickname for Phoebe?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Not for me, I've been Bee my whole life," I said, following him.
"Oh, sorry, did you want me to call you Bee instead?"
I smiled, "Nah, you can call me Pheebs. It's cool."
"It's because I'm the coolest cat out." He gave me a wink.
"Aaaaand revoking your cool status. Please hand your license back now." I held my hand out with a grin on my face.
He pouted, "Aw man that sucks. How do I redeem it?" He pulled out his wallet and gave me his Apparition license.
"Two ways. First you can just try and become cool, that's the hard way- especially for you," I poked my tongue out and he gave me a playful shove, "Or secondly you could just constantly be in the presence of someone who has very superior coolness. That's the easy one because you're doing it right now." I laughed when he rolled his eyes and checked his license out.
Hey, he gave it to me. May as well make the most of it right?
Louis William Weasley
Date of Birth: November 29 2005
It also had a picture of Louis grinning cheekily. He's extremely photogenic- hold on? How old is he?!
"You're twenty-seven?!" I asked incredulously.
"Twenty-six actually. I'm born in November."
"Oh right," I flushed, "Wow that's really weird, I thought you were only twenty-two or something."
He grinned, "Why thank you. How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-one, but I'm twenty-two in October."
"Ah, you still have years to come my dear," Louis said, trying to act 'wise'.
I stared at him for a few seconds (it may have been minutes, I kind of lost track). "You're five years older than me! That's so weird."
He raised his eyebrows, "Why? Do you think I'm a paedophile now?" He ducked when I went to hit him.
"No. But you could have been. If we had met five years ago, you would have been classed as a paedophile," I retorted.
He rolled his eyes, "Ah, I'm never going to get you to trust me am I?"
I declared, "Never!" He smirked and slung an arm around my shoulders.
"Well then, you have to get to know me then. And off we go!" he shouted and grabbed me by the hand so he could start running like a madman.
I squeaked, "Louis, stop! Let me do something first!"
He stopped with a pout. "Well hurry up then, we don't have much time!" he said in a whisper, looking around him in mock fear.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my wand out of my bag. I quickly glanced around to see if there were any signs of life and waved them over my heels to turn them into flats.
Oh how I love being a witch.
"Great! Now you can run!" and with that, Louis grabbed my hand to start running like a loon again. People were laughing and staring at us.
"Why are we running?!" I asked, panting slightly.
"BECAUSE RUNNING IS FUN!" Louis laughed at me struggling.
Well I'm sorry, but I haven't had the most decent night's sleep in ages, I worked all day and I have a ridiculously low tolerance for alcohol.
That is not a good mixture.
"Louis - stop-" I wheezed.
He stopped, "Aren't you meant to be training to be an Auror? Shouldn't you be used to this?"
I responded with a very rude hand gesture.
He tutted, "Well that's not very nice is it? But come on! We need to gooooooo!" he started tugging on my hand again.
"No! - I- need- to- catch- my- breath!" Louis stared at me for a second and then crouched down in front of me.
"Hop on then."
"Uh, what?" I finally caught my breath, to have it taken away from me again.
"You heard me, hop on. I'll carry you, we need to go!"
I narrowed my eyes, "Fine, but if your hand travels any higher than it's meant to, I will hex you."
He laughed, "I promise it won't. Now get on."
I sighed and jumped on his back. He straightened up, "Hey, you're pretty light."
And he proceeded to bounce me up and down.
"Louis!" I shrieked, slapping him, "I'm in a dress!"
He stopped bouncing me, "Woops sorry, forgot about that. And now off we go!"
He started running, and I was bouncing slightly, but it wasn't so bad that it was making my dress ride up.
"So where are we off too, young steed?" I asked, laughing at the looks people were giving us.
"Well, I'm not too sure actually."
"Oh Merlin... Then why don't we stop and think of a place to go then?" I suggested.
"Well, where's the fun in that? A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step," Louis said wisely.
"Mr Weasley, where did that come from?" I leant my head over his shoulder to see him grin.
"I have more, would you care to hear them?"
I laughed and pulled my head back, "Sure, why not?"
"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."
"You're so inspirational," I laughed.
"The best way to prepare for life is to begin to live."
I grinned and said, "I can feel the inspiration seeping into my pores."
"That was weird." I felt him shake with laughter.
"Shhh.... Next one please!" I demanded.
"Life's a voyage that's homeward bound."
"You should be the next Ghandi!" I announced.
"Don't worry, be happy."
"That's a song!" I said indignantly.
He chuckled, "I know, it's a great song. Don't woooory, be haaaappy!" he sung very off-key.
I exclaimed, "Wrong song!"
"What song are you thinking of then?" he asked curiously.
I floundered, "You know... don't worry, be happy... don't worry, be happy now?"
"You aren't a very good singer," he noted.
"Neither are you!" I defended my singing abilities.
He scoffed, "I am so, I'm perfect in every way!"
I snorted, "Yeah, yeah. Keep believing that."
"Careful now or I'll drop you," he warned.
I rolled my eyes and asked, "How are you not tired?"
"I'm the most muscular and manliest of them all! That's why! And- ooh look, pretty lights!" he steered off course and in the direction of a theme park.
I laughed, "Theme park? Yes please!"
We finally arrived at the entrance and he let me down. "Milady," he grabbed my hand and kissed it.
I stifled my giggles and said in my posh voice, "Next time, the ride shouldn't be as bumpy, I expect better from you Mr Weasley."
He bowed, "Very sorry, milady. It shan't happen again!"
"Excellent, now shall we walk in?"
I laughed and walked up towards the girl who looked extremely bored. Louis asked, "Hi, would we be able to buy two tickets, please."
In a monotonous voice, she replied, "Sure. That's twenty pounds."
Louis blinked, "Wow, that's a pretty good price. But sure."
In that same brain-dead voice, she said, "After five gets a discount. And this is the last night so we're open until midnight. Have fun."
She handed the tickets to us and we walked in. Louis checked his watch, "Okay, so it is now ten to ten, so we have two hours and ten minutes to have the best night of our live. AND OFF WE GO!"
He grabbed my hand again and started running to the nearest ride, "COME ON PHEEBS, WE HAVE TO GET A SPOT!"
I laughed, "Louis, we're the only ones here, I'm sure we'll get a spot!"
He ignored me and tugged on my hand. Breathlessly I asked the guy, "Can we go on this ride please?"
The guy guarding the ride shrugged and let us in. He said, "I'll need you to take off your shoes, they'll probably fall off."
I obliged and slipped into the seat next to Louis. I whispered, "Do you have any idea what this ride does?"
He shook his head, "I'm guessing we'll be going upside down."
I gripped onto the handlebar as the ride started to move up slowly. Louis sighed disappointedly, "Aww, I think we're just going to get dropped."
I thanked Merlin we weren't turning; I really did not like being turned upside down. We reached the top and stayed there for a bit. Louis stretched his hands over his head, "See what I'd tell you. It's only dro- MOTHER OF MERLIN!"
The ride turned us upside down and started spinning around. I started shrieking and Louis was swearing.
When we got out of the vile ride, I wanted to kiss the ground.
I came close to it because I threw myself off as soon as I could, and landed on the ground in a heap.
"Phoebe? You okay?" Louis' voice said softly.
I nodded, "Yeah, just I'm not really a fan of rides like that. I'll just need some water and I'll be fine." Louis was still looking concerned so I told him, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just need water."
I pushed myself off the grass and slipped my shoes on. Louis wrapped an arm around me, "You're really pale."
"I'm always pale," I pointed out.
He rolled his eyes, "Noo, I mean you look sick pale, not normal pale."
I smiled, "I'm fine. I'll just grab a bottle of water from that stand over there." I pointed to some stall randomly.
"Er... Pheebs that's a perfume stand, but if you want to drink that, by all means, go ahead!" He grinned and I rolled my eyes.
I didn't get dizzy. That's always a good sign.
I took a calming breath, "I'm fine now, so where do you want to go next?"
"Hmm... should we play a game? You know, win a ridiculously large and ugly toy?"
"They aren't ugly!"
Louis shot me a look. "Alright fine, maybe they are ugly," I admitted, "But that's what makes them cute!"
He rolled his eyes and I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off my waist yet.
I then felt reality slap me in the face again.
This was the first time I had ever talked to Louis Weasley.
And here I was acting as if I'd known him my whole life.
A PART VEELA,
WHO WAS FRENCH,
THAT WAS ACTUALLY TALLER THAN ME,
I'M ON A -
Wait - does this qualify as a date?
We finally arrived at some game where we had to shoot a few targets. If one fell over, you got a small toy. If you knocked two over, you got a medium sized toy and if you knocked down three or more, you got one of the massive ones.
Louis whispered to me, "Let's beat this bitch!"
I laughed and gave the guy (who looked like he had been picked from the streets, mind you) some money. He did some disgusting sniff and nodded at us to go. We picked up two guns and started shooting.
We successfully shot three down but when I pointed out a huge grey mouse, he sniffed, "No. You only hit two. Medium-size only."
Louis said, "No. We hit three. Now could you please get me that mouse?"
Sniff. "No. Medium only!" he barked.
Louis glared at him and he sniffed back at him (maybe I should introduce the Crazy Lady to him, they can have a sniffing contest).
I tugged on Louis' arm, "Don't worry about it. It's not like I'll need it anyway." I turned to the hobo, "I'll just grab that one over- "
Louis cut me off, "No. You won that fair and square. You should get that ugly mouse."
I laughed but Louis wasn't paying attention any more. He glanced around and stared at the other people until they looked away. He pulled his wand from out of his pocket and muttered, "Confundus."
"Louis!" I hissed. He ignored me.
"What toy would you like?" the slob sniffed.
Louis grinned at me, "The mouse please," he nodded and handed me the mouse mumbling something unintelligible.
"Louis! You could have gotten caught!" I scolded him.
"Relax Pheebs; people do it all the time," he smirked.
I just rolled my eyes and said, "Well, thanks anyway. Are you sure you don't want it?"
He laughed, "What am I going to do with it?"
"You might get lonely and have no one to talk to, so this mouse could be one of your only friends!" I shoved the mouse in his face and he scrambled to get away from it.
"Get that ugly thing away from me!"
With an over-dramatic gasp, I said, "HOW DARE YOU! Apologise to the mouse! NOW!" I pushed back in front of his face.
"I'm ever so sorry Mr-"
"IT'S A MISS!"
"Oh, sorry. I'm ever so sorry Miss Mouse; please find it in your stuffing to forgive me?"
I pulled the mouse back, "There. That wasn't so hard was it? Oh and by the way she says you're a prat but she'll forgive you."
"What? Are you a mouse-whisperer?"
I clapped a hand to my mouth, "Darn it! You've found my secret identity! I must leave!" I ran off to a ride.
"Are you sure you want to go on a ride, Pheebs?" Louis asked with concern.
I nodded, "Yeah, it's just a rollercoaster. I can handle that, just not other things like the one before."
We walked towards the girl who seemed to be wearing denim underwear- ahem, shorts. I mean yeah, it was still really warm, but she didn't need to be showing her backside off.
She eyed up Louis and I felt myself smirking. "Hey can we go up?" Louis asked her.
She nodded, her tacky extensions flopping everywhere. "Sure, did you want me to hold on to your - er... pig?"
"It's a mouse," I corrected her, "And yes please. Thanks!" I added as Louis dragged me to the seats. She came over and checked we were properly tightened, lingering a bit on Louis, and pulled the lever.
We shot off at about a million miles per hour. I gripped onto the bar and grinned.
I loved roller coasters, I didn't mind if I ended up going upside down for a bit because that was it, I stayed there for about half a second and bam! Back to normal.
After the rollercoaster, we went on every single other ride (missing out the ones that spun like crazy) and played every single game possible.
But we didn't win anything.
I bet everything was rigged.
After we did everything at the park, Louis whispered, "It's three to midnight; let's go on the Ferris Wheel to piss them off!" I giggled and we ran up to the guy on duty.
"Can we go up?" Louis asked.
He checked his watch and sighed, "Fine." We jumped in one of the carriages and grinned excitedly.
"It's two to midnight! Muhahahahahaha!"
I gave Louis a look, "That is incredibly creepy you know?"
He smiled back even more creepily, "Oh I know..."
I just stared at him and then suddenly he started bouncing up and down, "It's midnight! Muhahahaha they have to work overtime!"
"Louis, stop! You're making the carriage bounce everywhere!" I cried out.
With a devilish smirk, he said, "Oh this bouncing?"
He started bouncing even harder, rocking the carriage back and forth and was just being annoying.
"YES THAT BOUNCING! STOP!"
"Why?" He asked while jumping (although he was crouched because he's so tall) up and down.
"BECAUSE IT WILL BREAK AND THEN WE WILL DIE!"
He laughed, and finally stopped bouncing, "Relax, Pheebs, we won't die. Look we're already near the ground!"
I looked down and sure enough, we were stopping to get off the ferris wheel. I grabbed Miss Mouse and walked out with Louis right behind me. The guy glared at us but Louis just gave him a big smile and grabbed my hand to start skipping out to the exit.
Who knew he was so weird?
We smiled and waved at all the 'workers'- I use that term very loosely as it looks like nearly every single one of them were picked off from the streets, who in turn glared at the both of us because it was seven past midnight.
When we walked outside I turned to Louis, "I had a really fun night. Thanks," I grinned at him and he grinned back.
"Will I see you again?"
I shrugged with a small smile on my face, "Maybe."
He started to lean down but I took a step away from him, "Look, this was one of the best nights I've had in my whole life. Let's leave without numbers or anything, and if we're meant to see each other again, the universe will do its' magic and we'll be thrown into each other's paths."
Louis grinned. "Sounds like a deal. Er... shake on it?" he extended his arm and I met his halfway.
"So, maybe never see you again." I grinned.
He grinned back and nodded, "I'm sure we will see each other again, the universe won't be able to keep away the two most awesome people away from each other."
I nodded and waved, "So, bye... for now?"
Louis winked, "For now." I grinned up at him and turned with a crack.
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