The Bucket List (A Charlie Weasley Romance)

Of Tryouts and Suspicions

"Please, someone go with me!" I whined on a Friday night, to my dormmates.

"Oh good grief, Mary Parker! It's the Gryffindor tryouts! You can't go without raising suspicion." Dora called from across the room, as she changed her appearance with a hand mirror in front of her pale face.

"Delphine- cute quidditch boys...you'll be up early enough to hoard all the chocolate muffins!" I pleaded. This was a very poor argument. One, Delphine never wakes up before noon on weekends; two, she only has eyes for Micky the Ravenclaw. As for the chocolate muffins, she could sneak into the kitchens, being the delinquent she is.

"Not a chance." she told me, reading a letter, and smiling a bit.

"What...what is that?" I asked her.

"What is what?" She asked.

"What?" gosh, she confused me. "The letter." I nodded to it.

Tonks snatched it out of her hands and had enough time to shout "It's from Mickey!" before being tackled by Delphine. Poor Tonks.

"Right. Micky the Ravenclaw. Now, Allison, seeing as we have been in cahoots together since detention in second year, I believe it is your duty to-"

"No." she said, not looking up from her paper.

"No?" I asked.

"No." she responded.

"No as in no I did not mean no. So you'll go?"

"No I will not go, you conniving git!"

"No need for name calling!" I fell back onto my bed.

"Goodnight, MP." she called.

I rolled my eyes and closed my bed hangings, in what I hoped had looked like exaserated anger. Then I realized it was burning up and had to strip to my underwear, and place the cool metal of my alarm clock on top of my belly. Then, around five in the morning, I realized it was impossible to get comfortable, and settled on dressing in a t-shirt and sweatpants to wander the corridors. If caught, I would say I had a severe stomach virus and that I desperately need medical attention. You know, play it cool.

So as I walked around in gray trainers, avoiding nosy portraits, I decided to go visit the place Allison and I saw Brianna disappear to, in hopes that I could find something to taunt or tease her with. Like a personal possession. I rounded the corner so quickly, I almost had a heart attack when I saw Brianna Wony standing in front of the statue. I crept closer, behind a statue, not daring to take an eye off of her.

She said something, before the statue moved and she went in, her red hair swishing behind her. The statue closed again, and I realized this was a secret place. Allison and I would investigate later.

This sent me into a fit of silent giggles, all the way to the Great Hall, where the students trying out for the Gryffindor quidditch team chattered happily over pumpkin juice and cereal.

I tried to sober up before I plopped beside Matt, but couldn't.

"Why are you so happy?" he looked at me as if I had grown a second head.

"There is so much to be happy about."

"At seven thirty in the morning? You're delirious."

I grabbed a napkin and put about twenty strawberries and a few grapes and oranges in it.

"You're acting strange." Matt commented.

"No I'm not."

"You hate fruit."