The Marauder's Mess

Letters from Apollo.

"Have you guys seen Brandi yet? I couldn't find her on the train," Harry asked curiously as the group sat at their Gryffindor table for the first feast of the year.

"She had a premier tonight, she's arriving sometime throughout the night after it's done, so she's missing the feast," Oliver informed Harry and the group.

"How do you know that?" Fred asked him on behalf of everyone there.

Oliver smiled slightly. "We wrote to each other over the summer. She had a lot of interviews and press to do seeing as she spent the end of the year at school and is disappearing again for the year," he explained, earning nods from the table.

"Does anyone else sometimes forget that she's this mega-famous movie star? She's so down to earth and cool, you know?" Ginny said with awe, always admiring and looking up to the older girl. 

The hall wasn't kept waiting long for the food to appear and the feast to begin.

"So if Brandi's at a premier, how is she going to get here? There's no backup train," Hermione questioned, always providing the logical side of conversation.

"Apparently Dumbledore set her up with a kind of bodyguard for when she's at events. He has permission to apparate with her and escort her to and from the castle if she ever needs to go somewhere throughout the year," Oliver once again interjected, seemingly the person who had the most contact with her over the summer.

"So then, you two getting quite close?" George teased, nudging his friend. 

Oliver blushed and shook him off. "Shut up. I honestly don't know...I mean yeah we kept in touch, but I have a feeling she doesn't feel...anything for me."

"What do you mean by that?" Fred inquired curiously.

"I dunno it's stupid. She's just never really said or done anything that makes me think she sees me as anything more than a good friend. I can't tell what she's thinking."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why are boys so stupid. She's probably mirroring what she's receiving." She was met with the blank stares of all the men at the table. "Chances are she's thinking the same, and doesn't know where you stand. Just start making clearer moves. Ask her out, do something nice for her, give her a reason to see you as more."

The boys looked in deep thought, taking in her words as if they'd never gotten girl advice before and wanted to process properly.

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"Can you believe there's no quidditch cup this year?" Oliver moaned, his eyes wide and his heart clearly breaking. "What the hell am I going to do all year?"

"Enter the tournament instead, my dude! It's clearly going to be tonnes bigger than any quidditch cup we put on," Fred said, slapping his friend on the back.

"Surely that's going to be so much cooler, I mean eternal glory? What does that even mean!" George added, earning an extremely offended stare from Oliver at his quidditch remark.

"How can you be so chilled about this? I need to talk to Dumbledore! This isn't okay, surely they can run both at the same time? What if-"

"Oliver!" Fred called, shutting his friend up. "Relax, pop a Xanax or something mate."

"Yeah if anything, you can spend more time this year training, getting a team together, and even better, spending more time and attention on your girl Brandiiiiii," George teased, dancing around his friend while Oliver rolled his eyes harder than he ever had, willing death upon himself.