Sunday, May 25, 2003
I forced my eyes away from Oliver's ass. oh but it was so tempting...
"Um... but you're holding the bowl," I protested.
Clara scopped some of the pebbly stuff into the bowl. I smiled. We returned to our seats.
"That was nice of him," she prompted me.
"Oh, I suppose. What's the next ingredient?"
Clara sighed. I was not cooperating with making my Oliver Wood prospects brighter. "We have to liquify the pollen before we add anything else."
I nodded, putting the little bowl with the pollen in it over our fire, making sure that the fire was very, very low. This would make it liquidy, but not like melted crayons. In the process, I saw George wave at us from his seat near Fred and Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, and Oliver. The Gryffindor Quidditch team. I waved back to George, and, seeing this, Fred thought I was waving to him and waved back. I laughed.
"What?" asked Clara, who was rereading the instructions to be sure we followed them closely and correctly.
"Ah, nothing." Fred had stopped waving and was whispering something to George. I looked down at the bowl. "The pollen is ready."
posted by LNR at 7:46 AM
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