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"Matt, can I ask you something?" Angelina asked one afternoon. The two of them were sitting beside the lake watching the giant squid leisurely swim. It was a warm Sunday afternoon before dinner and they had been taking a walk around the grounds when they decided they didn't feel like walking anymore. Matt turned to look at her.
"Sure. What's up?"
"What are we?" She asked. Matt, who had been lying on his stomach, sat up and turned so he was staring dead into Angelina's eyes.
"I don't understand your question." He firmly stated. Angelina looked down embarrassed, her fingers playing with the edge of her skirt.
"It's really stupid," she started. "But I was just wondering what we are. I mean, are we dating casually, are we together but still free to see other people, are we exclusive? I didn't know so I was just asking." Matt arched an eyebrow and smirked.
"Angelina Ariel Johnson," the girl looked up at the use of her full name. "Are you asking whether or not the two of us are boyfriend and girlfriend?" Angelina nodded shyly.
"Yes…" Matt threw his head back and laughed before quickly pulling Angelina into his lap and kissing her on the cheek.
"Well," he whispered in her ear. "I've told anyone who asked that you're my girlfriend. Is that okay?" He asked. Angelina grinned and nodded.
"Sounds good to me." Matt grinned as well.
"How about we celebrate our officalness?" He asked with a smirk. Angelina laughed and the two of them began to lean in when from behind them they heard yelling and footprints headed in their direction.
"Ange, where are you?"
"Oi! Angie! We know you're out here so you might as well answer!" The seated couple groaned and rolled their eyes at the familiar voices and regrettably drew back from each other.
"They always have the worst timing." Angelina muttered. Matt chuckled and nodded.
"They do, but in this case it's actually a good thing. I've got assignments I need to catch up on and if we continue this, I know that I won't." He said with a smile. Angelina nodded in understanding. "What are you gonna do for the rest of the night?" He asked her. Angelina shrugged.
"I didn't really have anything planned. Probably stay in the tower after dinner. Why?" She said as she got off of his lap so Matt could stand. The other teen shrugged and helped her to her own two feet.
"Just asking." By the time both teens were upright, Fred, Lee and George were only a few feet away and quickly getting closer. "See you later?" Matt asked, looking down at the girl in front of him. Angelina nodded and he quickly kissed her on the forehead, before turning and walking back in the direction of the castle. When the three boys reached her they all turned to glare at Matt's retreating back.
"Where's he going?" They all asked. Angelina crossed her arms and glared at the three best friends.
"Either back to his dorm or the library to study. Why?" They turned to look at her and crossed their arms.
"We don't trust him." Angelina arched an eyebrow.
"Really? And why not?" She asked. The boys remained silent and Angelina rolled her eyes. "My point exactly. You have no logical reason. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to head back to the tower to freshen up before dinner." She turned and began to walk back to Hogwarts, the three boys right behind her.
"Since when do you freshen up before dinner?" Fred asked as the four walked. "The old Angie would walk into the Great Hall covered in mud from head to toe with no problem." Angelina stopped in her tracks and stared at him.
"What did you just say?" She asked. Fred stopped as well and arched an eyebrow.
"I said the old Angie-"
"Exactly. The old Angie? What are you talking about? I'm the same person." George and Lee shook their heads.
"No, you're not." Lee said. "We barely see you anymore. You're always with him." Angelina shook her head.
"I'm not always with him."
"Ange, you've missed two Quidditch practices because you were "helping" him study." George said. "The old Angie never put anything before Quidditch, especially a guy. She didn't wear makeup a lot either. Or constantly fix her hair. Alicia and Katie always have, but not the old Angie."
"The old Angie also paid attention in class." Lee added. Angelina shook her head, offended.
"I pay attention in class! My grades are better than all three of yours!"
"They might be better, but they're below usual Angelina standards. And you don't even seem to care."
"You're acting like I blew off practice to go party with him or something like that! I was helping him studying! And so what if I'm taking better care of my appearance? I like looking pretty!" She shouted.
"He's a Ravenclaw for a reason! He doesn't need help studying because he does that automatically! And all this supposed "studying" clearly isn't working because your marks aren't getting higher! Besides you don't need all that stuff to look pretty because you're gorgeous without it!" Fred shouted back. The four fell silent after the redhead's outburst, none of them quite sure how to handle the sudden awkwardness that had settled among them. Angelina, unable to remain hushed any longer, rolled her eyes and began walking again.
"Whatever." She said, not looking at any of the boys trailing behind her. "Look I don't care what you guys say because I've done absolutely nothing wrong. It isn't a crime to be girly or to spend time with my boyfriend."
"It is a crime to repeatedly blow off your mates, though." George added quietly. Angelina didn't respond to his comment. When the four had reached the Entrance Hall, Angelina made to keep walking but was pulled back by Fred's hand on her arm.
"Angelina, we're trying to help."
"How? By yelling at me?"
"No! By telling you that the rest of us are feeling neglected!"
"Neglected? Are you lot serious? How can you be feeling neglected? It's only been a week!" Fred was about to shout something else, but stopped and shared a confused look with Lee and George. He turned back to look at Angelina, to see her disappearing up the stairs.
"One week?" George asked moving closer to his twin until they were standing right next to each other. Lee did the same. "They've been dating for almost a month." Lee shrugged. "Do you think he's drugging her to make her forget?" Fred clenched his fists.
"If he is, we'll kill the bastard where he stands!" Look shook his head and placed a hand on Fred's shoulder, trying to calm him down.
"No, it's worse." Fred and George looked at him, waiting for an explanation.
"She's in love. Big time. ." George arched an eyebrow.
"So how's that worse? Isn't being in love supposed to be a good thing?"
"Not in this case. All this means is that it's gonna hurt her that much more when they break up." Fred looked at their shorter friend.
"Don't you mean if?" Lee crossed his arms.
"Ms. Johnson! I haven't seen you in the wing lately. Wow, that's probably the first time where that being said is actually a good thing." Madam Pomfrey said when the fifth year Gryffindor quietly entered her office. The teen smiled before taking a seat in front of the desk that belonged to the older woman. "Well, now don't act shy. What do you want? You're not sick, are you?" Angelina cleared her throat before speaking.
"No, I'm fine." She answered. "I was just wondering if my parents wrote you." Madam Pomfrey arched an eyebrow.
"No, they have not. And why would they have?"
"Well," Angelina started. "We spent some of the summer in South America and while we were there, we realized that I'm allergic to Saffron."
"That's an odd spice." Madam Pomfrey said. "What did you eat it in?" Angelina awkwardly crossed her arms before doing the same to her legs as she thought it over.
"I don't think of what it was called but it was really sweet. All I can remember is that afterwards my throat closed up, my face swelled and I didn't feel like I could move for the next year." Madam Pomfrey nodded.
"That does sound like your usual reaction. But why are your parents writing to me?" Angelina shrugged.
"They said something about you having it for your files." Madam Pomfrey nodded in understanding before getting up and walking over a giant file cabinet. She shuffled through it for a few minutes before returning to her desk with a folder labelled Johnson, Angelina.
"Well, I'll put it in here, but Saffron is not a very common spice and I honestly doubt you'll come in contact with it while you're at Hogwarts." She said, scribbling the information into the folder. Angelina nodded.
"So that only makes two things, I'm allergic to, right? Saffron and Cumin?" She asked, slight hitch in her voice.
"You're forgetting raspberries." Madam Pomfrey said, as she walked back over to the cabinet. "While it's true your reaction to them isn't as strong as your reaction to Saffron and Cumin, you are still allergic." Angelina furrowed her eyebrows.
"How is that reaction different?" Madam Pomfrey turned quickly from her flies to look at the younger girl sitting at her desk.
"Don't you remember your first year?" She question, her face contorted in a look of shock. "You ate raspberries you had picked off a bush in Hogsmeade?" Angelina continued to give her a blank stare and Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes. "You thought they were plain berries and 10 minutes after eating them, you were unconscious for the next two days. Are you remembering this now? Is it all coming back to you?" Angelina nervously nodded her head and stood from the chair.
"Yes, of course. I'm sorry. My mind just kind of blanked there. I'm gonna head down to dinner. Enjoy the rest of your night, Madam Pomfrey." The nurse nodded her head and waved her hand, dismissing the girl, who promptly turned to leave.
"Ms. Johnson!" Angelina turned at the sound of her name and Madam Pomfrey tossed her a small bag. "They're cough drops." She said, answering the unasked question. "Be sure to take them. You sound a bit hoarse. And also, go for a smaller pants size next time. They're practically falling off."
Angelina slipped out of the hospital wing and ran, not stopping until she was an entire floor below. As she caught her breath, she looked around quickly before hiding in a tapestry. She listened silently for footsteps or any other sign that other students were coming her way. After a few moments of silence, she sighed in relief.
Angelina reached into the pocket of her baggy jeans and pulled out a small, circular mirror, holding it up to her face. Her face scrunched up and slowly her features changed, flipped and transformed until the face looking back in the mirror was that of Matthew McAllister. Matt grinned at his appearance before pocketing the mirror and moving out from behind the elaborate drapery and leaned against the wall next to it, arms crossed and smirking.
"So Angelina's allergic to raspberries. This could be very useful…"
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