Post by Samantha Black on Jan 22, 2011 21:06:42 GMT -5
Picture yourself in a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies
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Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
[/font][/center]Pushing her trolley containing a few new school accessories, books and her usual stack of sweets shipped from Honeydukes, Samantha Black edged her way towards the bricked wall placed between the platform nine and ten. King’s Cross Station was the easiest, most logical way to get to Hogwarts, for you couldn’t apparate in or out of Hogwarts' grounds, and the Floo Network only functioned after the Christmas Holidays, when students were to get back to school. Still of course, there was always the option of borrowing (or more likely, stealing) your father’s magically-transformed car, and fly in the air until you reached the school. But with Sam’s uncle, that’s most likely not to happen.
With a rather silent sigh, Sam looked around her, searching for any familiar faces. After realizing she was somewhat early, she pursed her lips, and ran towards the wall, her eyes shut tight. Still after five years, Samantha expected the wall to remain solid, and everything in her body screamed to her to stop running before her trolley came in contact with the bricks.
Smelling the well-known scent she recognized as gasoline, Sam opened her eyes and blinked away rapidly the little white spots that were beginning to dance before her eyes, reminding her that she hadn’t had breakfast nor had she eaten lunch. A small, relieved laugh escaped Sam’s bow-shaped lips as her gaze stopped onthe large white letters placed on the side of the train before her, reading “HOGWARTS EXPRESS”.
Two strong, freckle-covered arms closed around her waist, and Samantha opened her mouth, ready to perhaps gasp for help, when she felt the tickle of familiarly colorful carrot-colored hair against her cheek, the touch of soft lips against her neck andthe sweet, deep voice she’d recognize almost anywhere, whispering to her ear. Samantha jumped away from his relaced embrace, and looked around her again, wondering if someone had seen.
“Fred,” she whispered, everything inside of her yearning to fall back in his arms. “What are you doing here?” He answered that it was a birthday present for his brother, but said no more, a simple grin on his vivid face.
Fred Weasley and Samantha hadn’t decided to make their relationship exclusive, yet, but it was obvious that it was just a matter of time for even a blind would agree that they were bound to end up together. Fred seemed decidedly all right with the idea of telling other people about their being together, yet Sam was genuinely afraid of Ron and Ginny’s reactions at the fact that she was dating their older brother.
Samantha looked up at Fred, and while trying to fight the urge of closing the space between them, said “You know, I got this one-bedroom apartment thing in London from my... Julia, when she died.” Samantha licked her bottom lip, and took Freds hand, beginning to trace circles in his palm as they began walking. “And I know you probable want to spend Christmas with your family, and everything, and I’m not reproaching you for that, since they’re all super-cool, and super-nice, and they’re your family, and everything.” She bit her bottom lip, realizing she was simply rambling on the subject. Hesitation was heavy in her voice, as she muttered the next few words. “But maybe... we could... compromise?”
At that very moment, the train made its usual ‘tchoo tchoo’ noise, signaling that it shortly would depart. Fred took Sam by the hand and led her into a small enclosed place, where surely no-one would walk into them, and pressed her against the bricked wall, grinning. Sam pushed herself on the tip of her toes, and kissed Fred on the cheek, yet he shook his head, and pulled her closer to him. “You know,” she heard him say. “You’re going to have to give me more than that.” And he got closer, placing his lips on top of hers. The girl placed a hand on his chest, as his stroked the side of her face, yet she pulled away once more after hearing a somewhat quiet “uh-hum”.
“Well, nice to see you again too, Fred.” Sam said, biting her lip, hoping the pink-ish glow beneath the skin of her cheeks wouldn’t keep spreading. The boy started to walk away backwardly, shooting a wink in Sam’s direction. The only thing Samantha presently felt like doing was run back to him, yet instead, silently cursed the person who had interrupted them.
Turning back, she realized the person in front of her was Angelina Johnson, who would be beginning her seventh year at Hogwarts, in the same house as Sam. The girl had a stunned expression on her face, and Sam ‘muhahaha’-ed internally, for she knew Angelina had always wanted to romantically be involved with Fred. Sam yet knew what she must be feeling like, for the same thing had happened to her with... well... Harry and Cho Chang, but that’s a long, long story that presently has no need to be explained, and it was with a somewhat compassionate smile, that she nodded at Angelina.
Angelina muttered something Sam couldn’t comprehend, and rapidly walked back towards tge traub. Samantha shrugged, and after shooting a hopeful glance behind her, had to come to the conclusion that Fred really was gone, and that she’d probably have to wait until the Break to see him again.
Sighing at the idea of it, she hopped on the train, another long compartment-searching-people-avoiding process beginning.
With a rather silent sigh, Sam looked around her, searching for any familiar faces. After realizing she was somewhat early, she pursed her lips, and ran towards the wall, her eyes shut tight. Still after five years, Samantha expected the wall to remain solid, and everything in her body screamed to her to stop running before her trolley came in contact with the bricks.
Smelling the well-known scent she recognized as gasoline, Sam opened her eyes and blinked away rapidly the little white spots that were beginning to dance before her eyes, reminding her that she hadn’t had breakfast nor had she eaten lunch. A small, relieved laugh escaped Sam’s bow-shaped lips as her gaze stopped onthe large white letters placed on the side of the train before her, reading “HOGWARTS EXPRESS”.
Two strong, freckle-covered arms closed around her waist, and Samantha opened her mouth, ready to perhaps gasp for help, when she felt the tickle of familiarly colorful carrot-colored hair against her cheek, the touch of soft lips against her neck andthe sweet, deep voice she’d recognize almost anywhere, whispering to her ear. Samantha jumped away from his relaced embrace, and looked around her again, wondering if someone had seen.
“Fred,” she whispered, everything inside of her yearning to fall back in his arms. “What are you doing here?” He answered that it was a birthday present for his brother, but said no more, a simple grin on his vivid face.
Fred Weasley and Samantha hadn’t decided to make their relationship exclusive, yet, but it was obvious that it was just a matter of time for even a blind would agree that they were bound to end up together. Fred seemed decidedly all right with the idea of telling other people about their being together, yet Sam was genuinely afraid of Ron and Ginny’s reactions at the fact that she was dating their older brother.
Samantha looked up at Fred, and while trying to fight the urge of closing the space between them, said “You know, I got this one-bedroom apartment thing in London from my... Julia, when she died.” Samantha licked her bottom lip, and took Freds hand, beginning to trace circles in his palm as they began walking. “And I know you probable want to spend Christmas with your family, and everything, and I’m not reproaching you for that, since they’re all super-cool, and super-nice, and they’re your family, and everything.” She bit her bottom lip, realizing she was simply rambling on the subject. Hesitation was heavy in her voice, as she muttered the next few words. “But maybe... we could... compromise?”
At that very moment, the train made its usual ‘tchoo tchoo’ noise, signaling that it shortly would depart. Fred took Sam by the hand and led her into a small enclosed place, where surely no-one would walk into them, and pressed her against the bricked wall, grinning. Sam pushed herself on the tip of her toes, and kissed Fred on the cheek, yet he shook his head, and pulled her closer to him. “You know,” she heard him say. “You’re going to have to give me more than that.” And he got closer, placing his lips on top of hers. The girl placed a hand on his chest, as his stroked the side of her face, yet she pulled away once more after hearing a somewhat quiet “uh-hum”.
“Well, nice to see you again too, Fred.” Sam said, biting her lip, hoping the pink-ish glow beneath the skin of her cheeks wouldn’t keep spreading. The boy started to walk away backwardly, shooting a wink in Sam’s direction. The only thing Samantha presently felt like doing was run back to him, yet instead, silently cursed the person who had interrupted them.
Turning back, she realized the person in front of her was Angelina Johnson, who would be beginning her seventh year at Hogwarts, in the same house as Sam. The girl had a stunned expression on her face, and Sam ‘muhahaha’-ed internally, for she knew Angelina had always wanted to romantically be involved with Fred. Sam yet knew what she must be feeling like, for the same thing had happened to her with... well... Harry and Cho Chang, but that’s a long, long story that presently has no need to be explained, and it was with a somewhat compassionate smile, that she nodded at Angelina.
Angelina muttered something Sam couldn’t comprehend, and rapidly walked back towards tge traub. Samantha shrugged, and after shooting a hopeful glance behind her, had to come to the conclusion that Fred really was gone, and that she’d probably have to wait until the Break to see him again.
Sighing at the idea of it, she hopped on the train, another long compartment-searching-people-avoiding process beginning.
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