Chapter 1 : The Awkward Moment When I Make An Impression
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I never really believed in love at first sight until I met him.
I just saw him, right there. Our eyes didn’t meet across the crowded room, that would be too cliché. Sophie, Katie, and I were walking into Flos after using the portkey, taking in the breathtaking architecture and the swarms of witches and wizards from all over the world who were entering. I instantly recognized his face. It was splashed across Witch Weekly on a daily basis, and he was one of the most recognizable people in the Wizarding World.
Al Potter. He looked much more attractive in person. Most girls I knew liked him, but my friends and I didn’t. We had all read the Vivian Skeeter interviews and he came across very badly. He was a pompous brat who used his father’s fame to get himself girls and popularity—a playboy.
“What are you staring at?” Sophie hissed, “Pay attention. We need to decide if we want to come to Flos.”
“Where does Al Potter go to school?” I asked, “Hogwarts right?”
“Yeah,” Katie said, “why does it matter?”
“That’s Al Potter,” I whispered, pointing in a way I deemed inconspicuous, “did you know he got into Flos?”
“Merlin Olive,” Sophie said, rolling her eyes, “I can’t deal with your boy crisis right now. Snap out of it. I’m not that surprised that the high and mighty Albus Potter is here. His father is Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world. Daddy can pull some strings and get his son here in an instant.”
“Well it’s Flos,” I said, “isn’t its motto—here’s your chance to prove yourself, no matter who you are? It doesn’t mean that Al is only here because of his dad.”
“That’s a load of bullshit,” Sophie sighed, “you used to hate Al too. The only reason you’re wavering about this is because you’ve discovered that he’s hot in person.”
“So you do agree that he’s hot?” I asked hopefully.
“I’m not even going to dignify that statement with a response,” she said, shaking her head.
We kept walking through the Great Hall and Sophie and Katie went to chat with the charms professor while I chatted with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
“Hello, I’m Professor Sigler,” she said, “what’s your name?”
“I’m Olive Catterhall,” I said, “I’m from the Salem Institute.”
“That’s a lovely school,” she said, “I visited a couple of years ago, although I prefer Britain to America any day. Do you think you’ll be joining us at Flos?”
“I really don’t know,” I said truthfully, “sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough to attend the most prestigious school in the Wizarding World.”
“You must have been,” she said, “you were hand selected after all. Only what, ten of you made it from Salem?”
“Twelve,” I said.
“I really do hope you decide to come here Olive,” she said, “I heard about your DADA test. You placed near the top of the hundred students.”
“Thanks,” I said awkwardly, walking away from Professor Sigler and scanning across the hall, looking for Sophie or Katie. Someone else from Salem ran toward me.
“Livvy!” Julia said, rushing toward me, “This place is amazing! So much better than Salem!”
“Hi Julia,” I said, “nice to know you value Salem so highly.”
“It really is amazing though,” Julia said, “the British really know how to put on a show.”
“Do you think you’ll come?” I asked.
“Definitely, how about you?” she said.
“I’m not quite sure,” I said, “I still have to talk to everybody.”
“Okay,” she said, “I think I see Aidan. I haven’t seen him all summer.”
“Well you better go snog your boyfriend then,” I said matter-of-factly to her retreating figure.
“Where have you been?” asked Sophie, running up toward me, “We were looking for you. Have you decided?"
“This place is truly awesome,” I said, looking at the state-of-the-art building, “but I don’t know if I’m good enough.”
“LIVVY!” Katie said, “You’re smart. I don’t know why you don’t believe it.”
“Maybe because my grades are barely passing?” I asked.
“You don’t try nearly as hard as I do,” Sophie said, “and you still get E’s. If you stopped playing exploding snap or getting involved with the muggle intranat then you would be smarter than all of us.”
“Internet,” I corrected, “and what if I don’t make friends here?”
“I’m sure you will,” Katie said, “you’re a very sociable person."
I had to laugh at that one. My idea of making friends was going up to random strangers, asking them what their names were, then when they asked me going: “My name is—“ then staring off into space until they left.
“Seriously Sophie?” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Oh alright, maybe you could do with at least trying to be normal,” Sophie said.
“Thanks,” I said, “nice to know my best friend cares about me too.”
“I’m sorry,” she said defensively, “but it’s like you want people to think you’re weird or something.”
“That is what I want people to think,” I said.
“Then why are you complaining?” she said exasperatedly.
“No idea,” I said, “I’M AWESOME!”
Random students and professors were looking at us, but I was on a roll.
“HI EVERYONE!” I shouted, “I’M OLIVE CATTERHALL! THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND SOPHIE FRANKS! AND MY OTHER BEST FRIEND KATIE LYTLE!”
“Merlin,” Sophie said, distancing herself from me.
I started laughing maniacally. I noticed Al across the room, seeming to be looking in my direction, but I couldn’t be sure. Oh well, I just shot my chances with him to hell anyway.
“Olive?” an asian looking girl with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes approached me.
I descended from my hyper state and became quite shy.
“Hi,” I said.
“I’m Marisa,” she said.
“Oh my god!” I said, “I didn’t recognize you!”
Marisa was my pen pal at Hogwarts from fourth year. I had told her everything, my crush on the-bastard-one, my insecurities in life, she was like my personal diary.
“I didn’t know you were coming to Flos,” she said.
“I haven’t really decided yet,” I said.
“Please come,” she said.
“I’ll owl you if I make a decision,” I said.
“Okay,” she said, “we need to catch up anyway. I’ll show you, Sophie, and Katie around Britain.”
“Cool,” I said.
Marisa walked away and Katie turned to look at me, looking a bit scared.
“Who was that, and how did she know me and Sophie’s names?” Katie asked.
“That was my pen pal from last year, Marisa,” I said, “she knows about you because I used to talk about you guys a bunch and I sent her a picture of us once.”
“Oh, Marisa was cool,” Sophie said, “I hated my pen pal.”
“Who was it again?” I asked.
“Just this guy,” she said.
“Oh alright,” I said, not wanting to question her any further as it seemed to be a touchy subject, “Who was yours Katie?”
“This girl named Jessica,” she said, “she didn’t try out for Flos. She thought it was nerdy.”
“Please come,” Sophie begged.
“Alright,” I relented, “but only because that hottie’s going to be here.”
I gestured toward Al, who was talking to some guys that I had seen Marisa with earlier.
“Seriously Oliver?” Sophie said, mock offended, “your best friend for four years, since first year, asks you to come to school with her, and you consider it. But some douchebag celebrity who you somehow find attractive is going to the school and you jump at the opportunity?”
“That’s how I roll,” I said, “and I roll because I’m fat. AND. DON’T. USE. THE. NAME.”
My mom, apparently drunk or on meds, decided it would be a good idea to name her daughter Oliver. And apparently my dad was on meds too. And my older sister. Trust me, it’s not a good idea to name your daughter after a book character, especially if he’s a GUY. And my mother wonders why we don’t have a good mother-daughter dynamic.
“Livvy,” Katie said, “you’re not fat. You weigh like, a hundred pounds. I don’t care what your mom says.”
“Okay whatever you say,” I said, “but we’re going to have the greatest four years ever here! I can be weird and hit on Al, and you can do whatever you do! I can’t believe we have to wait four months until we come here! September is so far away!”
Then I started spontaneously dancing in the middle of the hall.
It’s definitely a nice way to make a good impression on your new classmates.
A/N: Another WIP :) Haha so tell me what you think of crazy Olive. I personally love her, because she reminds me of myself...maybe i should be worried. Fun Fact: The name of the school, Flos, means elite in Latin. Review for virtual cookies :D
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