Chapter 2 : Step Two: You make the good witch mad
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"Hello Miss Lewis," Professor Flitwick called as I entered Charms, Dom behind me.
"Morning Professor!" I called back, shooting him a quick smile and taking my seat.
"All the teachers love you." Dom grumbled, plonking her arse down next to mine.
"I can't help that!" I grinned at her.
"I know," She sighed. "It's just so hard to have a perfect best friend, you know?"
She has to be kidding me? Dom was the definition of perfect! She has freaking Veela blood for Merlin's sake! It is genetically impossible for her to be ugly. Plus she is almost as smart as I am, has amazing social skills and can match her Nana Weasley's cooking!
"Yes." I told her dryly, "I know just how hard it is to have a perfect best friend."
She looked at me and rolled her eyes, "That's not what I meant."
The rest of the lesson was spent taking down notes and ignoring all the sideways glances Dom kept giving me.
As soon as the bell rang Dom jumped from her seat, threw her stuff into her bag and pulled me from my seat and out of the class room.
"Whoa!" I laughed, stumbling behind her, "What's the big rush?"
"I never told you my plan last night." She told me, slowing down to a normal pace.
That was true. After we listened to speeches and ate dinner we were both too tired to bother talking and just crashed afterwards.
"It won't be illegal, will it?"
"No!" She cried, "I'm not stupid!"
I sighed with relief, "Good. Now tell me before my brain explodes from guessing all the deadly theories you could come up with in that evil blonde head of yours."
She raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
"DOM!" I cried.
"Okay, okay! Merlin, Em, patience."
We stopped just in front of the great hall, facing each other.
"I think," She said slowly, "I think that you should join the Quidditch team!"
"What?" I yelled, causing half the people in the hall to look at us.
We ignored them.
"I can't fly for crap, Dom. You have to be kidding me!"
"So?" She said, placing a hand on her hip.
"You need to fly to be able to play Quidditch." I told her gently, patting her on the head.
"Look, I have it all worked out, I try to teach you how to fly and in two weeks you try for seeker."
"Let me finish." She told me, holding up her hand. "Everyone knows that the Gryffindor Quidditch team basically gets away with murder, imagine all the people you could become friends with when you're on a team with them! You've also got the build of a seeker, I mean, you're lean and light, plus you have epic catching skills! Remember that time I threw a pot plant at your head in Herbology? You just grabbed it! It was so cool! Please Em? Please try out? I will love you forever!"
I looked at her in shock, she really had put a lot of thought into this.
"So what do you say?" She asked me eagerly.
I blinked at her. Then I blinked again. Then I blinked again.
"Stop blinking at me woman and answer me!" Dom yelled, shaking me by the shoulders and again getting the attention of everyone in the great hall.
"Will you two shut up and sit the hell down!" Someone called across the hall.
Dominique's face scrunched up in anger and she turned to where the third year boy had called out, "Suck my non-existent d-"
"Dom!" I cried.
"Sorry," She muttered. "So? What do you say? Will you try out for the team?"
I pondered what Dom had said for a second. "I don't know Dommie. I mean, how on earth will I learn to fly in two weeks? Plus the position of seeker is already taken! I will never beat Flora Gold, she's been on the team since third year!"
Dom shrugged. "I could set fire to her hair the day of the try outs?"
I giggled, "As much as I would love you to do that, you know that would be cheating and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let you go through with it."
"Merlin Emmy! It's her hair, it's not like I'm setting fire to her puppy!"
We both exchanged a glance and giggled, setting fire to Flora Gold's hair would be way worse than setting fire to her puppy.
Flora was one of the girls we shared our dorm with and she is one of the most self-centred girls I have ever come across. She was almost as beautiful as Dom and used that to her advantage. She was also known for being a wicked good seeker, even Dom and I admitted that.
"Look," Dom sighed, "Just try out anyway, nothing bad is going to happen. Either you get the place or you don't."
Just as I was about to tell her that there was no point, Flora came around the corner.
She has amazing timing.
"Oh look," she sneered, throwing that perfect blonde hair over her shoulder, "its Tweedle dumb," she pointed to Dom, "and Tweedle ugly." She pointed at me.
She then stalked pass us, being very careful to knock my shoulder as she did so.
So of course, me being me, I fell backwards into Dom.
"Ugh," Dom groaned, removing my elbow from her boob and hauling me to my feet.
"You going to try out now?" Dom asked me, knowing I was angry at Flora.
"Yes," I told her. "And I will get that seekers position, make new friends and have the best last year at Hogwarts ever!"
"Seriously?" Dommie asked, a giant grin spreading across her features.
We then linked arms and walked happily to the kitchens to celebrate over some pineapple.
“I said no, Dom.”
“But you were so keen like fifteen minutes ago!” Dom cried, waving her pineapple in the air.
“A lot can change in fifteen minutes okay Dom?” I said, “I said I wanted to get noticed, not fall to a very likely death.”
Dom slammed her pineapple back onto her plate, shaking the table in the process and causing multiple house elves to jump.
“Dom!” I whisper yelled, “These are their kitchens! Show respect.”
“Ugh!” She grunted, “I’m just trying to help you!”
“I can’t fly!”
“Ladies!” a voice yelled from our left, causing both Dom and I to jump. “How are we on this fine evening?”
It was Fred Weasley and James Potter.
“Good thanks!” Dom chirped at her cousins, “What are you guys up too?”
“We just came from detention,” James groaned, plonking his butt down in the seat across from me, Fred taking a seat next to him.
“Set fire to some kid’s hair,” Fred added on.
I raised an eyebrow. Detention on the first day?
Dom grinned. “Damn, I wish I saw it!”
See, this is where Dom and I were very different. How is setting someone on fire funny? I don’t care about magic, just because we can fix burns with a potion and a flick of a wand doesn’t make it right.
But I didn’t say anything. No way.
“What do you think Emily?” James asked, turning to me.
I felt my face burn up. Holy crap. The pressure! What do I say?
Great. Classy. Way to go Em.
I felt three sets of expectant eyes on me and instantly looked down, embarrassed, and shrugged.
Fred laughed. “No way would Emily find it funny! She’s too much of a goody goody!”
I looked up and forced a smile, ignoring Doms apologetic look. Because the sad thing was, we both knew it was true.
I know I’m a goody goody. Dom knows I’m a goody goody. Hell, the whole school knows I’m a goody goody.
Suddenly, I felt really disappointed in myself.
Something needs to change.
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