#the image of Garnet just dramatically shooting would not leave my head

[ambitionsart]

Get. His. Ass. Garnet.

[missmagdalen]

                           “I don’t wanna tame your animal style

                         You won’t be caged in the call of the wild”

           Swinging my cheery red firecracker in a full arch, I strummed the broom handle dramatically to shred to the chorus. Ah, it was good to have my music back.

                             “ Shooting at the walls of heartache

                                             BANG, BANG

                                          I am the Warrior”

             “YES I AM THE WARRIOR!” More yelling than singing, I stumbled a quick side step to not fall into the packed snow or the frozen footpath. I know, I know, I’ve lived here for over a year and I’m suppose to get use to the snow and blahblahlah. See, back in San Francisco now was the PREFECT time to grab your board and hit the coastal waves. With a bit of a cool breeze, it was also an excellent time to avoid tourists. Perfect. England is… wet. Scotland is… angry.

       Dropping my broom back to my side, I snugged my scarf closer to my neck when I finally saw the rooftops of Hogsmeade. I tried my best to keep the cold from 95% of my body (Wearing two baseball tops, three layers of pants, scratchy wool socks, and my “jumper” from Christmas) but I was stubborn to keep the breeze away from my neck. Remember when I said I was thinking of making my dad��s coin into a necklace? Surprise! That’s exactly what I did. It sat comfortably beneath my clothes (at all times) from a dainty gold chain. It was too girly for just anyone to see me wearing, I can’t have them thinking I’m suddenly turning into Lavender or something. The enchantment my dad used (the super dad one where it glows and warms when he’s holding it, (insert one of his dad jokes about holding hands here)) over the past few months the metal feels colder, if that’s possible. I could feel my stomach turn just thinking of it all. Three months ago I couldn’t go three days without the coin giving me the thought of dad, probably hunched over his desk covered in stacks of paperwork but still managing to remember me. I groaned out the built up worry in my gut right before fiddling a piece of droobles from it’s wrapper. If I couldn’t distract myself from THAT- Popping the fat square of blue gum into my mouth, I turned the volume wheel to max on my Walkman. It’s better not to think about it.

      I pressed my lips together into a smile as I approached the front door to The Three Broomsticks. Stop thinking about dad. My first attempt to push the door open, it squealed it response. Stupid sticky door. I threw my shoulder into it a second time before it screamed open. Seems the door hates the cold too.

           It was packed, just like always. You’d think there was something in the butterbeer here. I’d figure not many other kids from Hogwarts would want to leave the super cozy common room during winter. The fireplace and blankets sounds pretty good- why did I agree to this again? Shuffling round about the tables with no sign of my tall, broodsome friend. I took a glance to a near empty table to my left. Oh good, it was just a group of three Ravenclaws studying and taking up a whole table for studying. I jolted to the single empty chair next to the oldest of the three who gave me a “What the hell, crazy face” look.

           “I’m commandeering this chair… Ministry business and all that.” I pulled out the stumpy seat and hoisted myself up onto it. With this view I could see everyone, just as much as everyone lose could see me. I even got a few confused stares from the patrons, which I returned with a cheesy grin. After some leans to the left and right, I pinpointed Theodore’s fancy overcoat at the bar. Hah, sure turn down fire whiskey but take a mystery “House Special” brew here. I hopped down off the chair with a loud THUD before slipping into the mob of a crowd. I never figured myself “Short” till now, everyone in this place had to have been 5’10 and up. Jeez. Parting the crowd with my broom held high I inched the entire way to the bar.

             “Let’s meet at the Three Broomsticks, he said.” I announced myself behind Theodore just before nudging shoulders with him. I scooted myself onto half his stool seat while he was distracted from my sudden ninja appearance. “What’re we having? Hmmm?” I leaned to the bar onto my elbows. Butter beer of course, it’s not hard to miss in that glass pint of his. I just love messing with him, Theodore is so easily tensed. God, you should’ve seen ‘em when Theo just started bringing him around. A solid week I was surprising him- just testing the limits on this seemingly stuffy guy.

       “I am having a butterbeer, you have yet to order..” Snatching his glass from my line of sight, he leaned a bit heavier to his left trying to awkwardly scoot away from me. “The last time you referred to a drink as a plural possessive I turned around and was left with an empty glass.”

       “Aw, that hurts my feelings. Sharing is caring, ya know…” I chuckled and looked to the irritated Madam Rosmerta behind the bar. I’d probably be annoyed too if my place was overpacked with non paying students just looking for a place to hang out. I leaned further over the bar to get her attention and loudly ordered a butterbeer over the crowd. A small nod for confirmation from Rosmerta and a thumbs up for a response from myself, I sat back down and swore I saw a NEAR smirk on Theodore before he raised his pint to his lips. Whatever you might say about Theodore, I know he’s a big ol’ softie underneath. Under the hundreds of layers of smarty, sophisticated, lacrosse player kind of layers. WAAAAY underneath he’s a good, funny guy. Like me. Sort of.

             “So, I heard the Theo/Theodore crime fighting duo- Or would you guy be Batman and Robin… ” I paused only for a few seconds trying to imagine the two. “I mean, Theo would be the Robin, just between the two of us.” I lowered my voice to a near whisper and snorted at the thought of Theo in bright green tights. It would’ve been so much funnier if I wasn’t the only one who understood the image. “Good on you, helping his dad the way you did. Theo said it was a really powerful spell. I guess I now know why I wasn’t invited to the party.”

           Rosmerta rounded the bar again and dropped my mug of butterscotch and frothy goodness in front of me. In return I gave the exact amount of pricing for a mug- the money thing is still confusing BUT I’ve ordered it enough to memorize at least THAT much.

             “The spell was a powerful one- but it was also... highly illegal as well.” Theodore spoke in hushed tones while I took a quick swig of Butterbeer. “If it wasn’t Mad-Eye who came for us, I would be in Azkaban right now. I was willing to take the risk, Theo wouldn’t risk anyone else’s safety so eagerly…”

           You could always tell his seriousness by the monotone whispering. Wow, he really was Batman.

           “Well, while you two were off fighting crime in Gotham City. I was er-“ I looked around us from all sides and sighed nervously. I took two gulps from my pint and wiped my mouth with the backside of my hand dramatically. “Okay, I’m going to tell you something super secret. I know how you’re good at keeping them…”

       “Right, Obviously.” Shaking his head at my bad joke he leaned against the bar and sipped his butterbeer.

       “George Weasley, you know him? I mean, who doesn’t…” I cleared my throat and turned my cheesy grin into a serious one. Batman mode on, Maggie. “Know how I stayed over at Ginny’s? They’re related. I mean, you probably know that… But they’re siblings. So he was there over Christmas and everything. And I’ve had a… small, very small.” I gave an inch between my index finger and thumb. “The tiniest little crush on him-“ I rolled my eyes and avoided looking him in the face. “I lied, it’s… it was pretty bad. But- Ginny, one night she tells me “Maggie, I think George likes you. Weird, right?”” I could feel my face turning pink, in response I shot him a full smile. Hell, I was already grinning telling the story. “I wasn’t sure at first but I’m… I’m pretty sure he does. But I’m… I mean, I’m awesome but… George Weasley?!” I checked my surroundings again after my outburst of his name. I tried my best to keep my voice at a near whisper.

        “Anytime I’ve just… WANTED someone, it usually just works out and I’m kissing them by next Tuesday but it’s different. HE’S different. I can’t just kiss him, I mean not that I haven't thought about it- I mean, first off I can’t even reach his stupid mouth…”  

       “I think...” Theodore cut me off with a small wave, more like an attempt to stop my rambling. Good. I picked at the single burgundy yarn sticking out from the side of my glove. “It is a brave act; to show your emotions instead of hiding them. It’s likely what he finds appealing, your brash nature. You shouldn’t be afraid to act on instinct around him.”

       “What does-“

       “If you want to kiss him, then kiss him.”

       Just KISS HIM. What. WHAT KIND OF ADVICE IS THAT. I could feel an odd vibration in my chest  thinking of… JUST KISSING HIM. Maybe it could work if I was on my broom and I-

       “Ah, Miss Garnet! Just who I was looking for!” The voice came from behind us and on queue, the both of us turned around to see a bundle of copper color plaid named Sluggy. Looking exceptionally excited with his lopsided grin and crooked eyebrow, he looked between us. Ah, no.

       “Professor! Care for a butter beer?” I rummaged in my pocket for some coins.

       “Oh, no. No, my dear girl. I have a meeting with Dumbledore soon. No time to dawdle. Oh- A few recruiters from universities here and there are interested in seeing Gryffindor’s next game. I’ve told them to keep an eye on Potter, Holling and yourself.” Sluggy gave me a not-so-subtle wink before a tiny bow of his head. “Oh, would you kindly inform Mister Holling of the news? I can’t seem to find that rascal anywhere.”

       “Will do professor.” I gave a smile and turned back to my mug. Theodore turned back as well and chuckled into his glass. Was that a laugh? Well that might as well be gold coming from him. Even while I chugged my butterbeer, Theodore’s victory was accompanied with the click of the empty glass mug against the bar.

       “We’d better find that little rascal then.” Theodore’s unemotional tone made it even funnier. I snorted my drink and pulled back to cough/laugh.