You’d do that for me? Wow, thanks. Er, sorry for hexing you three years ago. I didn’t mean it, or anything.
I’d help you not do it for you. Its fine, the past is the past.
No, I don’t actually have people do my homework. But thanks. That means a lot to me.
Weirdly, Kat had had a decent week. A busy week, but with the busyness came a peace of mind that she could actually get something done. Whether that meant studying for hours at a time, reading about Azkaban for at least an hour while taking notes, or snogging her boyfriend when she’s supposed to be doing prefect rounds (oops?); it was something to keep her mind at ease. “Did you seriously call me ‘Boss Lady’?” the Prefect asks questionable, looking at Curly while she makes finger quotes at the name ‘Boss Lady’. But eventually, Kat shrugs and says calmly, “I guess it’s better than OCD.” and like she doesn’t have a care in the world, she takes off her shoes and gets her wand from her pocket. A smile etches on her face, then, “Class is in secession.”
“That, I did.” Jude informs her with a hard nod. He didn’t get why she was complaining. As she said moments before he had a chance to speak, it was much better than OCD. And once he thought it over, he needed to come up with something clever to call Alaska, since she, Kat, and Jim Jams were the people he shouldn’t be arseholes to. He looks at the older Ravenclaw with confusion when she takes off her shoes.” Woah, the text book says nothing about stripping in order to perform a Patronus!” his voice his shaky like a five year old, even tho he is mucking about. His hands are out, and when he notices her smile, he rolls his eyes and gets out his wand. “You sure you know what you’re doing? You’re not fucking with me, right? This isn’t third year Kat behavior where you called me Juno and pushed me in the lake for shits and giggles? You are actually going to teach me to go all psycho on a mofo…”
“Hit your head this morning, did you? I specifically thought I was OCD, yesterday. But today, you called me Boss Lady?” At that, she gives Jude a random hug, that may or may not scare the shit out of him. Since, she rarely ever gave people hugs. Ryan was her boyfriend and even he never recieved hugs from her. Yet she figured Jude needed a hug. He’d been through a lot this year. And even if he probably galervanted for broom closet to broom closet with girl after girl, Kat doubted anyone gave him a hug. If anyone knew the feeling of needing a hug, instead of a lay, it was Kat. Which is possibly why she and Jude didn’t get along so much. They both went for shit things, when their world turned around.
“Oh shut up!” The Seventh Year retorts, wand up in the air; she wanted to show him she meant business. “This is my way of getting comfortable. And no, this isn’t for quote shits and giggles. I’m actually trying to help you, Gallagher.” She nods to confirm this. “Now, I need you to think of a strong, happy memory- Do you understand?” The Prefect looks to him for a confirmation.
Ahhhh, I am pretty good at it. Want help?
You’d do that for me? Wow, thanks. Er, sorry for hexing you three years ago. I didn’t mean it, or anything.
Gross, don’t say that. I’m actually not looking forward to missing a lot of you guys…
I know you’re going to miss not seeing me every day when I’m off and away, but you’ll be okay.
You do understand, that without you my rota will be a mess and I’ll be sad, because I’ll miss your random acts of fucking up my rota. Oh, BILLY WHY!
I hope I’ll pass… otherwise that would just be awkward.
Wanna know about a class that is totally useless? History of Magic. I still don’t understand why we had to learn a bunch of crap about dead people and what they did. Why does it matter, it’s in the past.
Yes, slightly awkward. 7 years of schooling, and that would mean you learned nothing.
Actually, as a firm believer of keeping history from repeating itself, I think this class helps students realize how well we have it compared to our ancestors. Muggle-borns, especially. Then all of the dead people, happen to have been people who have given us what we have today. Which, honestly, I find to be the most beautiful thing in all existence.
Gross, don’t say that. I’m actually not looking forward to missing a lot of you guys…
Taking a moment to think, Kat looks up at the tower. Her gaze then swiftly goes back to looking at Ryan. “Don’t- do that. Like ever again,” and then she was laughing. How could she not with that accent? “Coffee, tea, and me…see, best things in life.” The girl pauses, smirking. “I’m joking of course. Let’s go to a cafe.” She nods, following him as she runs through Paris holding her hand. “Again. Joking.” Kat threw a wink in his direction.
Ryan stuck his tongue out at her as they strolled back to the cafe they had passed on the way to the tower, and Ryan brushed his thumb over the back of her hand. “No, you’re right. Except maybe oxygen instead of tea.” He made a face as they approached the cafe, and Ryan slid into one of the tables outside, stretching back in the chair as a tired-looking waitress brought them menus. “Breakfast’s on me,” he said with a mirrored wink at Kat.
Actions said a lot more than words to kat. The simple fact that Ryan brushed her hand with his thumb, actually told her a lot more than any words could have. “I actually prefer tea to coffee. Tea revives you, you know? But then again, coffee is a beverage that was once worshipped…so, eh…” Her head swerved at the ‘eh’ bit of the conversation. Having noticed that they reached the well decored cafe, Kat found herself taking a seat. She was happy that he was paying for breakfast. She had left her money in the luggage and it wasn’t muggle currency in the first place. With a vibrant smile, Katarina thanks the waitress and hides herself behind her menu a moment, a fury of thoughts skipping through her mind like birds going over the heads of cartoon characters. In no time at, she’s laughing once again.”I don’t understand any of this,” she giggled, menu still covering her face. There was only a bit of French that Kat had learned from Caroline, but sadly, she hadn’t taken the time to learn or read or write the language.
What happened to give you a headache?
I never really liked the subject. I’m more into Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Are you any good at, Vic?
Yeah same here.
And you know, all the other classes too.
I bet NEWTs are going to kick your arse.
I don’t understand what use Transfiguations will be once i’m out of here. It’s dumb.
Kat felt like she was in Honeydukes every time she was around Ryan. He was right, fuck Paris. Them being together was really all they needed. Well. They needed to finish school, get jobs, and all of the other thinks people wanted from life, but the whole being together thing made it all sound bearable. “Anywhere?” she teased, her pearly whites showing. “Even the circus.” Kat releases a laugh. “How about we go somewhere for breakfast? I’m a breakfast person, if you didn’t know. So, if I don’t start my day off with some type of food I’m enormously bitchy for the entire evening.”
Ryan bowed low. “Anything you wish, my dear,” he said with a thick (bad) French accent before taking her hand. “I say we head for that cafe. Because I smelled coffee and coffee is always good,” he said thoughtfully, as he started to wander back in the direction of the sidestreets, tugging gently at Kat to follow. His stomach didn’t twist in knots at the thought of food, or anixety grab hold of him at the thought of being outside eating and ordering and talking to people. As long as he was with Kat, he felt okay, good, normal. He smiled at her once they were walking at the same pace. “And what would we do in the circus?” he asked.
Taking a moment to think, Kat looks up at the tower. Her gaze then swiftly goes back to looking at Ryan. “Don’t- do that. Like ever again,” and then she was laughing. How could she not with that accent? “Coffee, tea, and me…see, best things in life.” The girl pauses, smirking. “I’m joking of course. Let’s go to a cafe.” She nods, following him as she runs through Paris holding her hand. “Again. Joking.” Kat threw a wink in his direction.
The only thing that Jude ever heard when he was in the Great Hall nowadays was silence. Most of the time, he was sitting alone, trying to find some way to make it through the day without wanting to strangle one of his other classmates from how the River being gone thing turned into yesterdays news. Reading books in the library was about all he could do, other than twiddling his thumbs, waiting for time to pass him by. Shagging wasn’t even that fun anymore. All of the girls he was interested in, turned out to be a lot interesting than he’d like. And it was hard to be alone, especially knowing that River probably wouldn’t be coming back for quite some time (no matter what Kat told him) .
He felt pretty empty most of the time without her, to be honest. To the point where he wanted to stay in bed for decades at of time, instead of waking each morning going through with the school day. Of course, most days he did get up. Like today, for instance when Rowley was going to give him Patronus lessons in the RoR. Over the past few months, he decided that Kat didn’t have a stick up her arse. So, it wasn’t so bad seeing the girl walk in, “‘Sup Boss lady.” He salutes her, a fraud smile on his face. Jude was happy Kat hadn’t given up yet.
Weirdly, Kat had had a decent week. A busy week, but with the busyness came a peace of mind that she could actually get something done. Whether that meant studying for hours at a time, reading about Azkaban for at least an hour while taking notes, or snogging her boyfriend when she’s supposed to be doing prefect rounds (oops?); it was something to keep her mind at ease. “Did you seriously call me ‘Boss Lady’?” the Prefect asks questionable, looking at Curly while she makes finger quotes at the name ‘Boss Lady’. But eventually, Kat shrugs and says calmly, “I guess it’s better than OCD.” and like she doesn’t have a care in the world, she takes off her shoes and gets her wand from her pocket. A smile etches on her face, then, “Class is in secession.”
Ryan grinned and sat up to face her. “I would like that, I think,” he said with a smile. “Though I think I would like anywhere.” He sighed happily, giving the tower another look. “So what would you like to do? Tired? Hungry?” He smiled. “Maybe I didn’t mean it when I said I could stay here forever. There’s too much more to see,” he chuckled. “Too much to do, so little time. Unless you want to drop out of school and stay with me here?” he joked, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.
Kat felt like she was in Honeydukes every time she was around Ryan. He was right, fuck Paris. Them being together was really all they needed. Well. They needed to finish school, get jobs, and all of the other thinks people wanted from life, but the whole being together thing made it all sound bearable. “Anywhere?” she teased, her pearly whites showing. “Even the circus.” Kat releases a laugh. “How about we go somewhere for breakfast? I’m a breakfast person, if you didn’t know. So, if I don’t start my day off with some type of food I’m enormously bitchy for the entire evening.”
My only problem is I’ve no one to test them on. Any takers?
No one who’s willing to live past seventh year should want to test your products. Just sayin’.
…This explains so much.
What’s that supposed to mean?
Nothing.
