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Chapter 4 : How To Eat a Taco
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“How was Astronomy?” Rose asked.
“Not bad,” I replied. It was half three in the morning, but none of us had gone to sleep yet because of a huge Charms essay we had to finish. Rose was getting ready for bed, but I had just thrown on my pyjamas and was sitting cross-legged on my bed, flicking through my Charms book, which I never did.
“Did something happen?” Rose said, reading my expression.
“Nope.” Obviously I couldn’t say anything because Nadine was there. She was wearing a tight strapless dress that came up to just before her knees.
She got into bed and sighed. “Al is soooooo dreamy.”
“He totally likes me.”
“I wonder if he’s still in the common room …?”
Seriously, shut your face.
“Should I change? I have a bikini in my trunk.”
Does nobody listen?!
“I think I’ll ask him on a date tomorrow …”
That’s it; I really CANNOT take this anymore. That’s it, the end, goodbye, adios, au revoir.
I got off my bed and put on my slippers. As I headed to the door, Rose called,
“Where are you going?”
“For a walk,” I said, scowling. I stormed out of the dorm and marched across the common room, empty except for a few people. I climbed past the Fat Lady, who started lecturing me about how midnight strolls are forbidden, how much trouble I’d get into etc, etc.
I reached my destination. The portrait of the fruit bowl. I tickled the pear and it turned into a door handle.
I stepped into the kitchen and I was practically bowled over with the amount of elves that jumped on me.
“What can I get you, Miss?” squeaked one elf who pushed her way to the front.
“Umm … just a hot chocolate, please,” I said.
“Come with Jilly, Miss!” squealed the elf, tugging on my pyjama top. I followed Jilly to a small table for six. There were already two people sat there.
“Hi, guys,” I said cheerily as I sat down next to Al. Jilly rushed off to get my hot chocolate.
“Hi, Geli. What’re you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” I said. Because of Nadine I added to myself.
“Me neither,” Al said, “want to join us?” He gestured to the table. I looked down.
“Tacos?” I said in surprise. “You’re having tacos at one o’ clock in the morning?”
“So what? It’s comfort food, isn’t it?” James said, winking at me as he added more cheese to the top of his taco.
“Works for me.” I replied. I picked up a taco and started to fill it. James had put so much in his taco that it was practically overflowing. He was probably trying to impress me by being like Al. But no, James. Just no.
“You see, Geli?” he said. “This is how you eat a taco.” I smiled sweetly at him, and he grinned like a maniac. As I was dolloping chilli sauce and tomato ketchup and mayonnaise onto the mince (What? Don’t judge me, okay?), Jilly came scurrying up to me with a huge mug of hot chocolate. There was a mountain of whipped cream and it was covered in chocolate shavings and sprinkles.
“Here’s your hot chocolate, Miss!” Jilly said.
“Thanks,” I said. “You didn’t have to do all the –”
“Oh, but it was Jilly’s pleasure, Miss! Anytime, Miss!” Jilly skipped off.
“She was nice.” I said. “Ohh, man, tacos and hot chocolate?”
“Sounds nice,” Al said. “Mind if I try some?” He started pulling my mug towards him, as if I wouldn’t notice.
“Hey!” I said, snatching it back. “Get your own, Albus Severus.”
“Oh, so we’re resorting to name calling now, is it?” he said, laughing. “Maybe I don’t want to get my own, Angeliquina.”
“That’s not name calling – that is my name.” I pointed out. “Now, if you said my middle name, too, then maybe I’d be offended.”
“What’s your middle name?” Al asked.
“None of your business,” I snapped, scooping out a bit of cream with my finger and licking it off. “Yummy,” I said.
Jilly scurried up to Al. “What can Jilly get you, Sir?”
“Hot chocolate like hers, please.” Al said, pointing.
Two minutes later, Al had a mug in front of him. He took a big sip and, when he put the mug down, he had a white moustache over his lip.
“You look funny,” I said, grinning at him.
“Would you mind getting it for me?” Al said, handing me a tissue.
That was me screaming.
I’m sure you guessed that.
OMG what if I poked him or something? And what would James think?
Don’t do it, Geli! Don’don’tdon’tdon’tdon’tdon’t –
“Whatever,” I said, taking the tissue. I leaned over and wiped the cream off his mouth. “Here you go, little baby,” I said, giving the tissue back. “Now, are you sure you can chew your food by yourself or do you want me to help you?”
“I can manage, thanks, Mummy,” Al said. We both started laughing. James didn’t. He was shooting Al murderous looks and staring at me.
I cleared my throat and Al looked over at me. I nodded towards James, who was busily fixing his hair.
“Soo,” I said, “Nadine fancies you, Al,”
“Really?” Al said, looking surprised but pleased. Damn, why did I say that?
“Do you like her?” James said.
“You really thought about that?” I said. “She’s a witch.”
“You know what I mean. She-devil. She said that she wondered if you were in the common room, then she said she’d change into her bikini and go down there.” I told him.
“Really? Damn, Al, you should have been there and I’d be there too.”
“Typical James,” I said, patting his cheek, which made him smile.
“So, are you going to ask her out?” James demanded.
“Maybe.” Al replied, clearly thinking about it. He drank more of his hot chocolate and grew another moustache. I resisted the urge to wipe it off again. And give him a kiss. A nice big one.
“Are you okay, Geli?” Al said. Damn, he saw me staring.
“Fine. Right, let’s try this hot chocolate with taco. Here I go. Wish me luck. See you on the other side.” I said.
“If you die, can I have your shoes?” Al asked.
I took a bite out of my taco and swallowed it. Then I took a big gulp of my hot chocolate.
“That’s quite nice, actually,” I said.
“You’ve got a moustache,” James said. “Let me get it for you.”
Worriedly, I glanced at Al, whose eyes told me, Go ahead with it or James will personally see to it that I am killed before lunch.
So I let James trail the tissue across my face. When he’d got it off, he held onto it, as if he couldn’t believe he was holding something that had been on my face ten seconds ago.
“When’re the Quidditch trials?” Al asked James.
“Next Saturday. You trying out?”
“Whatever. Geli, you should come along to watch.” James said.
“Rose is probably going to drag me down there, kicking and screaming.” I said. “Seriously, I have better things to do than watch –” Extremely hot Albus Severus Potters riding around on brooms that make him look HAWT. “–people flying around on brooms and throwing balls into massive bubble-blowers.”
“Are you sure?” James said, wiggling his eyebrows the way Al did. But no, it just didn’t work.
“I’m sure.” I said, picking up another taco shell and filling it with sour cream (I said don’t judge me!)
“You’re strange, Quina,” Al said, laughing.
“Which is why you love me,” I said.
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?????
“Exactly that,” Al said, patting my hand. “I think you’re fan-diddly-tastic.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Fan-doodly-tastic. Sorry.” Al said. He leaned towards me … OMG HE IS GOING TO KISS ME!
No. He took my sour cream taco. Took it.
“Hey! Give that back!”
“No can do, sorry.” He ate it. Ate it.
HOW COULD HE?! MY PRECIOUS TACO!
“Damn you, Albus.”
“Please, let’s not go back to the name-calling.”
“What’s your middle name, James?” I said.
“No. Just no.”
I glanced at my watch, which I hadn’t taken off yet. Yeah, okay, maybe I slept with my watch on. But doesn’t everyone do that?! Al does.
NOT THAT I SPIED ON HIM!
Gee, I’m not a perv, who do you think I am?!
Me and Rose were having a midnight feast while we were staying at the Potters’ and Al came downstairs with his watch on. OKAY?! I was half-hoping he’d sit down and join us – I’d left a space, just in case, but don’t go thinking I’m weird or anything – but he just got a bottle of Butterbeer, glugged it down in one and went back up without even glancing at us.
Anywazzy (hey, nice word. I think I’ll add it to my mental dictionary, along with that other epic word that I made up just now. “Siriusly”. Yeeeah. That word is full of epicness. Hey, that’s a word too!) I turned to Al and said,
“You owe me a taco.”
“Yes. You ate mine. You pig.”
“I did not! I am offended you would even think of me!”
“So what, did my taco grow legs and walk off by itself or something?” I said, smiling and ignoring the I am so going to kill you looks James was giving Al.
“That’s exactly what happened.”
“Hey, this is a school of magic! You never know what could happen next! Like … the twelve tacos I had might just reappear right now!” Al said cheerfully, holding onto his stomach.
“Ew! Puke on James if you must!”
“Aw, thanks, Geli. Wait – what?” James demanded.
I checked my watch again. “Shoot, it’s nearly half two. I should get back – Rose would worry about me. You know how she is.”
“Yeeeah,” James and Al said in unison.
I stood up and flicked my hair over my shoulder in what I hoped was an attractive, sexy way. Well, James was staring. Al was too busy shoving another empty taco shell into his mouth.
As we left the kitchens, saying thank you to about a zillion elves, I chanced a peek at Al, who, I noticed, was very carefully not looking at me. Probably to avoid the wrath of his crazy brother.
Just to break the silence between the two boys I said,
“You know, too many tacos make you fart.”
Geli, you are a massive prat. An idiot. That was such a stupid thing to say. A … a … YOU JUST PULLED A BLOODY DOM! There, I said it. Man, that was hard to confess.
They both looked at me like I was a crazy person.
Yep, there we go, book me into the mental home for mental Gelis.
I looked at them both and wisely quoted: “Just trying to diffuse the tension.” Which made them both smile. It was a well known quote made by Fred/George Weasley just before he drank the Polyjuice Potion. But I’m sure you all knew that.
We reached the common room and just before we parted ways, James said,
“You know, we should do this again sometime.” He drifted off up the stairs. I was about to go up to my dorm when Al said,
“That’s his way of asking you out. I told him to be more indirect after he went up to Milly Tibbs and shouted at her straight that he loved her and asked her on a date.”
“What did Milly say?”
“No, of course. Milly might be pretty … really pretty … beautiful … absolutely stunning –”
“– but she’s not dumb. Anyway, night, Quina.”
“Goodnight, Albus Severus.”
I was up the stairs and in my dorm before he could reply.
You know how I said before that Rose would be worried about me?
Yah, just forget that.
She was in her bed, snoring her head off, not getting scared and organizing a worldwide manhunt for me like I expected her to be doing. Hey, any good best friend would do that!
I got into bed and thought about the last hour and a half.
Tacos were nice. So was hot chocolate. And Al. But all three together? HEAVEN.
Oh, and James. But you know. Whatever.
Hey peeps ;) Sorry for the wait x I was planning to update on Monday but I had too much homework and my sister was basically hogging the computer like it was hers. It's not. I really need to get a laptop. Anyway, thanks for reading the chapter. Peanut Butter Geli Time really wouldn't be what it is without my loving fans. :) That grey box is waiting patiently, so try to put it out of its misery and review? Pwease? Next chapter should be up soon hopefully xx
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