She Said What?

Chapter 13: I am Dragged on a Date

A/N: I know you guys want to see James, so I gave him a little passage in here, but it's nothing major...but hopefully, you'll enjoy it anyway, because I know I will! Or maybe I'm just easily amused. I dunno. Something like that.

Cheers, loves.
X

October 20

MORNING
Status: Disgruntled

Last night – Friday – I went to bed with a blissful relaxation kindled pleasantly in my small intestine. I knew that today – Saturday – was going to be my designated Day Off. A Hogsmeade visit would be in order, as well as some time with my friends and absolutely zero homework until Sunday.

It would be perfect, no responsibilities to remember except a prefect's meeting for an hour at noon, no worries. I was going to sleep in until eleven, for once, and enjoy it. I really was.

So this morning, I could feel myself starting to stir, but when I glanced at my window, the sky was still disappointingly dark. Damn. I continued to lie in bed and convinced myself that I had to go back to sleep, rest properly, and only wake up at eleven.

I did go back to sleep again. Wonderful. And I felt myself wanting to wake up about four different times afterwards as well; but, with a punch of virtuousness in my stomach, I continued to sleep, lost in glorified visions of myself waking up at eleven, so late, and so refreshed that I could take over the world single-handedly or something.

I was really quite proud of myself, to tell you the truth, when the fifth stirring of consciousness befell me. It simply must be near noon now, and I would be in danger of being late to the prefect meeting. But no matter, no matter, I'll make it. I feel great, I've had such a long and lovely sleep...

So I opened my eyes and stretched my arms out and breathed in the morning air of my dormitory. I saw that all the other girls were still asleep. Interesting. Maybe they need even more sleep-in time than I do, a feat I wasn't sure was possible.

I glanced at the clock on the wall as I got out of bed and I froze.

No, no, this couldn't be right.

The clock said the time was eight thirty.

I sighed.

Fuck.

During the aforementioned prefect meeting...

Am I the only one bored to tears here?

No. Not at all.

Good. How long do we have until we're free?

Fifty minutes.

Shit. How am I supposed to survive this?

I dunno, James. How do you survive History of Magic?

I play hangman with Sirius.

I'm not playing hangman with you.

I figured. But Merlin, we're supposed to do this every month?!

History is everyday and has been for the past six years. You can do this, I promise.

Yeah...I have you, don't I?

Dunno how much that'll help. It's only been two minutes so far.

But still. Better than nothing, right?

I'm glad to know you find me better than nothing. Very flattering.

You know what I mean!

Yeah, yeah, I know.

This is a cute little book you've got.