An elbow jammed itself into my back. Instinctively I turned around. I stood inches away from the most gorgeous boy I’d ever seen. My jaw dropped open. He had sandy brown hair and a light dusting of freckles. He was almost my height which was strangely nice. I could look straight into his incredible eyes. He smiled at me in a way that made my insides quiver. My anger faded away.
“Sorry I bumped you.” His was voice was deep and musical. The sound of it thrummed in my bones.
“No, I-”
“Hello Oliver.” Cho purred over my shoulder. Oliver’s smile froze in an almost scared look.
“Hey Cho.” He nodded.
“You didn’t come find me after the game.” She pouted. By now every guy in a two mile radius was drooling. Oliver’s eyes flicked to the train.
“Well, you know, celebrating with my team. Hey I got to run, I’ll see you.” He practically ran away. Cho grinned triumphantly.
“He graduated last year and was drafted for the Puddlemere United Reserve Team. He’s coming back to get help in charms. He is going to be a teacher after he retires.” She told us as though they were close friends. Anne whistled her approval.
“Brawn and brains. You got a winner there Cho.” She patted her on the back. I rolled my eyes. I barely resisted the temptation to laugh. She was so obviously not his type.
“I’m going to say goodbye to my mom, okay? Go find a seat. I’ll be there in a minute.” I lied. I didn’t know whether they heard me or not. They had already started walking away. I felt a pang of anger but I let it slide. I ran up to my mom. “I changed my mind, I want that broomstick.”
“You’re going to learn?” My mom asked hopefully. She was always trying to coax me onto a broom.
“I can’t promise I’ll be good enough for the flying dance. But I’ll try.” I smiled weakly. Every girl in our family had been part of the flying dance. She always wanted me to learn, despite my debilitating fear of heights.
“Have mine.” Mom’s eyes filled with happy tears. She handed me her nimbus 2001. I hesitated before grabbing it. If ‘Oliver’ was on a quidditch team…Oh hell! I snatched the broom and ran.
“Love you mom!” I shouted over one shoulder.
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