Dating Habits of Wizarding College Students
Chapter 06 - The Immovable Object
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Potter world, including Severus Snape.
All characters and characterizations from the world are property of JK
Rowling. Dianthus
and other original characters are solely of my imagination, however.
I welcome comments and reviews,
including harsh criticisms and flames. I
may delete them after a time, to reduce my personal embarrassment, but rest
assured that I will read them and take any appropriate statements to heart.
I cannot emphasize enough that you
must read Dianthus Stories in order
for this tale to make any sense at all.
In fact, you’ll note that this is actually part III – parts I and II are
both contained in Dianthus Stories,
so go read that one first.
Also, smut begins in Chapter Seven,
if that’s what you’re looking for.
That’s perfectly fine. But I say
again you may be a bit confused when you get there if you don’t slog through
the chapters leading up to it.
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Chapter Six – The
Immovable Object
I received your owls, thank you very much.
bit, even though the first one nearly broke the skin with its incessant
pecking. Turnabout is fair play, and I
fully admit it. You’ll be pleased to
know they were extremely effective. I
could practically hear you pouting from here, even over the pounding in my
head.
I do apologize for not trusting you.
The party was indeed a great success.
did Melanie end up unconscious in the bed, but Jeremy and two girls of
indeterminate origin as well. Jeremy was
appalled, poor boy.
I was just glad it wasn’t Martine and Jon in the
bed with me. They got along so
smashingly that they ended up curled up on the couch together, with Martine’s
makeup all over the place. I don’t know
if they would have been so eager to sleep there if they knew what purpose you
put that couch to when you were here last.
In fact, it seems that everyone got a date out
of the party except for me. Erin left with
Reese, and I haven’t heard from either of them yet
today. Jon not only snuggled with
Martine until the wee hours, but at the end of it, he boldly asked Melanie out
for next weekend, and she said yes, even though she made him work for it.
Even Jeremy made some headway (one of the girls
from the bed), and is probably snogging this Jennifer person even as I write
this. At least, I hope he is, as we went
to a lot of effort. She seemed pretty
interested in snogging him right then and there, which is no mystery since he’s
toned up so much.
All of which leaves me the odd man out.
fertile mating ground but has never been to dinner out with her lover.
ring, but doesn’t know if you can dance or not.
There was a lot of dancing, by the way, last
night, and I liked it a lot, except that I wanted you to be there.
go in Muggle London where we would blend in.
What do you say? Want to take me
out for a change?
Must go now and make a potion for this
headache. I went back to bed after
everybody left but it stayed with me. At
least I didn’t throw up this time, and I don’t want to, so you may keep the
potion you so generously offered me. I
also have to clean up, which will probably take me the rest of the night.
wax from marble?
*****
Don’t give me that bullshit.
I’ll stop talking about your incredible display of immaturity.
You could offer a little sympathy for me, you
know, instead of out and out laughing. I
did feel pretty miserable until this morning.
No, I am not sinking into alcoholism.
I would appreciate you not bringing up my birthday so frequently.
indicative of a pattern?
I also see through your thin veil of casual
questions re: my sleeping mates.
were a number of women in the bed with me.
Is this a possibility you would like to discuss with me?
agree.
I’m sure I mentioned before now that Jeremy
matured a bit over the summer. I’m also
very certain that he would not appreciate receiving a visit from you, and no, I
will not tell you where he’s living. I
am completely baffled that you would go from soliciting his opinion regarding
the Durmstrang students to threatening him with a hex!
I cannot believe you would deny my request out
of hand. You were the one who wanted me
to make some suggestions, damn you! And
the minute I do, you get huffy with me.
Take me on a date, you assh
would, and then escort me home and undress me slowly.
Who cares if we’ll have to wear Muggle
clothes? You have some, don’t you?
get you some bloody pants and a shirt, if need be.
Speaking of which, I’ve owled Melanie’s mother,
and we’re going shopping weekend after next.
She said she knows a place that has great Muggle clothes for women.
determined to convince you to go out at some point.
Do you not know how to dance, is that the
problem? I would bet anything that it
is, as you conveniently forgot to tell me whether you can or not.
love. I don’t mind if you step on my
feet.
I’m reluctantly including my latest Poisons for
Poets essay. You’ll notice that I
received full marks. I did put in quite
a bit of effort on this one. Try this
time to limit your comments to those that will actually be useful, please.
By the way, Reese had a totally stunned look on
her face when I saw her on Monday in our Herbs class.
definitely enjoyed herself. She thinks
she’s in love. Lesbians,
go figure. They’ve already got
another DATE planned for Friday night.
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I specifically said useful comments, you
fuck! I don’t consider snide remarks on
my penmanship, or your questions on the state of my
sobriety when I wrote the essay, useful, thank you very much.
I absolutely will not ask Reese for details on
what they did after they left!
owl her yourself.
queries in this regard, one that makes me extremely nervous.
She did tell me she thought it was cute that
her. I didn’t know
damned herbs, I never thought she’d actually figured
out how to use them. Of course, Reese
didn’t say how good breakfast was. Maybe
I’ll owl
has any tips for me.
I made Jeremy tell me what happened,
finally. He was strangely reluctant to
talk about it on Monday. I think he
might have been in shock. I found out
yesterday afternoon that he did snog that Jennifer girl.
quite a bit. Would you believe she tried
to get him in the sack that very night?
What kind of girl would do that?
He’s a little afraid of her now, but he’s going out with her again
anyway.
You know what they’re going to do?
place that requires reservations, no less.
No cheese and crackers from a bedside tray for them.
Since I’m talking about it, I see you’ve moved
on to trying to make me feel guilty about asking you to take me out.
substitute. And you know that I enjoyed
our time together very much. Wasn’t it
you who told me not to fish for compliments?
As for your other feeble excuses, I don’t give a
flying fuck that Muggle pants make you feel restricted.
they’re on the floor at your ankles after a pleasant dinner out.
And I’ll tell you flat out I think you’re lying
about being able to dance. If you
weren’t, why would you feel the need to tell me you fucked your first girl
after a dance at Hogwarts? It has
nothing to do with whether you can actually dance.
completely unconvinced. And quite
irritated, I might add.
Just one evening on the town, and then I’ll
never say another word about it. This is
the last letter you’ll get before you arrive.
Please consider it, perhaps as a Christmas present for me.
At least let’s talk about it when you get here.
I’m dying to finally see what you’ve put together for
our time.