More Than A Pretty Face |completed|

Ch5: Total Potter-head

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EMMA (Valerie) POV

"morning Connie."

I said skipping into the kitchen to make some brekkie.

"Well, now I know where I stand."

I looked at the table to find the really cute nerd guy.

"Oh, well I'd of said your name, if I knew it"

"Brandon."

I smiled at him did I mention he was really cute?

"Well, good morning Brandon."

I scuffled over to the cupboards and opened up for the flour.

"So, does pancakes sound ok?"

The boys nodded their heads and Connor eagerly took a seat at the table.

"Everything is in those two cabinets, and the milk and whatnot in the fridge."

"Ok" I tied my hair up as well as an apron around my back.

"Pancakes coming right up"

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"DONT YOU DARE- DONT YOU EVEN- BRANDON!"

I screamed as he cracked an egg over my head.

Man, you slap him with flour once and they both turn on you.

I took shelter behind the kitchen island, trying to comb some of the egg out of my hair, well at least it's supposed to make it softer.

I grabbed a bag of chocolate chips from the drawers, as well as a straw.

I loaded it up and slid around the corner.

"Ha!" I started pelting them with chocolate chips while they shrieked like little girls.

Ok well, their screams we are manly but that's beside the point.

"Take that you sexist pigs!"

"What?" Brandon wiped the four from his glasses and looked at my funny.

"Oh" I blushed, "I've just always wanted to say that."

They both laughed and pretty soon I joined in.

"What the heck happened?"

Oops. there he is. I haven't even laid eyes on him in like three days.

"Umm, breakfast gone wrong?" I suggested.

The others nodded and cowered away from the scary aura of him.

"Well clean it up."

"We will" we all said at once.

He grunted and walked from the kitchen

I giggled and turned to them, imitating an ape I kept pounding my chest (which now that I think of it was quite uncomfortable) and grunting his name.

"I am Carter" I chanted.

The chuckled and helped me from the floor.

"Ok now we have to clean it up."

I giggle and ran to the supply closet

"Dibs on the mop!"

We all started cleaning in utter silence.

When an idea popped into my head. I dipped the mop into the bucket and slammed it back on the floor, repeating with my feet.

I shuffled my slippers put the mop back into the bucket.