Haaaaaa, about me not having finished this yet. Im going to stop my incapabilities and qualms about never finishing a chapter story and im actually going to finish this one now. Warning you I haven’t written in a while (obviously) so the first paragraph may be a bit rusty. Work with me here ok? Ok cool.

Two days before Christmas break Katie had finished her last minute runs to Hogsmeade. Naturally she forgot to buy Fred a ‘cool razor’ that he had requested and had to return a second time. When she realized she had forgotten a gift for her older brother she had to return a third time.

All she had left to do was owl all the shiny wrapped gifts of various shapes and sizes.

Yet she was required by the twins to keep her post at the booth for the remainder of the semester, however short that may be. So there on the fifth floor corridor, her feet kicked up on the counter, reclining dangerously backwards and reading her feminist novel, wondering why it was only the fictional heroine’s who actually found something worthwhile.

19th century wizarding-british literature always got to her.

She cast the novel down in jealousy as she looked at her watch. The twins should’ve been seated next to her 30 minutes ago. She resolved that she would start to close up shop and if they got there before she finished they could take over.

She picked up the scrap pieces of parchment covered in doodles that were scattered around, shoved the wonderfully painful romantic book into her bag and was just about to close said bag when a voice she knew far too well startled her, causing said bag to fall to floor and persuade all its contents to fall across the floor.

“Oliver,” she sighed in response to his rough ‘hello’ that had creep up on her just moments ago. “Don’t do that!”

“I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about,” he laughed lightly as he bent down as well as his chaser did to pick up the newly created mess. “You don’t actually read this stuff do you?” he said, grabbing her book.

The blonde chaser snatched it from him and held it close to her chest defensively. “Yes.”

“And you like it?” he questioned as they stood up.

“Very much so,” she scorned at her captain with slight disgust before letting her features melt into a smirk, “they lead me to believe not every man is a complete disaster.”

“Disasters are we?”

“Waiting to unfold,” she rolled her eyes as she returned behind the counter of the soon to be quitted booth.

“Those books give girls too high expectations.”

“Well maybe you should read them.”

“I’d give up my broom before I did anything similar to that.”

“Lies. You’d never leave your wedded companion.”

“Oh har-har.”

Katie shrugged her shoulder with a small laugh, “well….so, what can I do for you Mr. Wood? A kiss on the house for cleaning up the mess you made?”

“I think I might enjoy that,” he mused, “Though I’d rather not have friction created on the tip of my nose.”

“Ah, I see.”

“And I’d really rather not have any chocolate either, that muggle stuff doesn’t compare.”

“Understandable,” Katie mused in mock, resting her elbows on the counter and leaning over, “Though I must say you’re a very persnickety customer. I also must add that you’re indecisiveness has worn out our open hours and that I must close up shop,” she said as she stood upright, “Apologies,” she smirked, a flick of her wand shortly followed by the drop of a velvet curtain.

“Funny Kat,” Oliver murmured, cocking a heavy eyebrow as she sauntered out from behind the booth.

“Well,” she said with a smile, a shrug of the shoulders and a roll of her green eyes, “I do try, I’m only glad it shows,” she added, rising up on her toes momentarily before swaying back down to her natural height of 5’7”. She slung her bag over her shoulder, “I’ll be seeing you cap’n,” she wiggled her calloused fingers at the Scotsman before turning on her toes.

However her wit was a tad slower than his hand which shot out and grabbed her elbow. With a slight unsuspected tug he had spun her back and planted a firm kiss on her coyly curving mouth.

“Well Oliver,” she said with just as much coy, “I’m afraid that will be at least 7 sickles.”

“Kat?”

Said chaser played with the slight curls resting on the back of said captain’s neck, “Yes?”

“Please shut up.”

“Please pay up--”

Down the other side of the hall, where the fifth floor corridor meet the fifth floor cavity, Fred sunk down, unseen, on the other side of the juncture.

“Well Georgie, I suppose now the cut’s 50-50-0, huh?”

“Why indeed it would be,” his carbon copy smirked devilishly.

“ ’Would be‘, dear brother?”

“Yes, had I not spent all the money on a very expensive razor.”

“For me?”

“Ha, don’t be silly. My own facial forest needs management as you may well know.”

“George?”

“Yes Fred?”

“You’re impeccably insubordinate.”

“Then I’ve done my job well.”

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII EVERYYONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! IVE MISSED YOU ALL SORELY!!

I know, surprise, im not dead. Yay breathing!! So im now a full fledged freshman in college, not exactly AT college but I am registered from classes and done with high school. The ending of which was incredibly chaotic and lead me to sorely neglect all of you who I love so dearly.

One of which sticks out firmly in my mind.

In my haste to bolt from high school I, like the complete jerk I am, did not write anything for one of my dearest friend’s birthday--Lady Arre. To who, I give all of the capabilities I can bestow on her in the form of friendship and this whole story; not just the chapter. ITS YOURS KATE.

I love you so so so so so so so SO much and seriously, your one of the select few who have literally sprinkled glitter over my mundane high school life, making it that much better.

I LOVE

And everyone else, I love you too and please review??

I’ll let you yell at me and everything, seriously--go for it.