Kellan
I wince, and honestly, I'm afraid to take another step. I swallow, and continue, looking up slowly.
"Kellan Maron-Elizabeth Andreys where were you?" My best friend, Ebony, yells, her voice reminding me of my owl, Lena, when she doesn't get let out.
"Yeah, Kell, you always stay true to what time you come see us, so don't we have a right to be worried?" My other friend, Casey says.
"Guys, I'm fine. You know there's no need to worry about me. Wait a sec–do you guys think the Gryffindors are going to kidnap me because I'm the first female Slytherin seeker? That's classic!" I burst out laughing at the idea.
"Uh...no. You had a promise, Miss Slytherin Seeker, and you've fulfilled it for four years straight. Obviously, there's going to be something up with you being late?" Kendall, another girl says.
I sigh. They were right, I had done exactly that, and I had also worried when the other girls were late. I walk, my combat boots making click noises on the hardwood, to my four-poster bed. As I set down my trunk, Ebony says,
"Ohmigod," she walks over to my bed, "You guys have the championship match against Gryffindor tomorrow!"
She sits me up, and slaps me across the face. Woah, that hurt like hell. I sit there dazed, and it takes a few moments before I check back in to reality.
"What the heck, Ebony!"
"Sorry, just wanted to make sure you were in reality. Besides, c'mon, the special feast is gonna start!" She squeals and skips out of the room, dragging me behind.
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The feast passes by in a blur, and the next thing I know, Dalton is walking Rowan to the hospital wing. I mope, and realize that she's hurt because of my stupid decision. Why can't Draco the Dumbass keep his own opinions about Harry to himself?
I reach my dormitory, and after saying hi to the guard, strange, John's not here, and say the regular Slytherin password. Before I go up the stairs, however, I'm confronted by James.
"Bells, can I talk to you?"
His nickname, Bells, sends me swooning. He used to call me Kell-Bells, but he just shortened it to Bells.
"Of course," I say, trying not to sound lovey-dovey.
He pulls me in to the broom closet in the dormitory, the darkness sweeping over the room as he closes the door. Seriously, what's with him and broom closets?
"Lumoslia." His voice fills the darkness in the room.
Suddenly, the room is alit with candles--and we are soon surrounded by them. It's beautiful, and all I can see is James, probably because the broom closet is about six feet by six feet.
I look, in awe, of the glimmering candles, as they each flicker red, then blue, then pink. When I look back, James is on his knee.
"Kellan Maron-Elizabeth Andreys, will you be my valentine?"
I choke on the air. This has to be the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me. He holds up a heart shaped box of what I know to be chocolate frogs, my favorite. James taught me how to calm the spazzy choclatey-goodness down so they aren't so jumpy before eating them.
"I...don't know what to say, J," I manage to choke out.
"Just say...yes?" He looks up at me, his big blue eyes sparkling.
"Yes," my voice is a whisper, as I turn as red as the heart shaped box in his hand.
"Yes!"
He jumps up, and hugs me. Before I know it his lips are crashing down on mine. This is going to be a great Valentine's Day. Oh, and my second kiss.
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FanfictionMeet Kellan, third child of six. She's from a pureblood Ravenclaw family, and is about to learn a huge secret about her and her eldest brother, Lukas, as she begins her journey at Hogwarts. Meet Rowan, an only child with a racist, rich, Slytherin...
