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Y.O.Y.O. by Isobel Spinks

Format: Short story
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,234
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Contains Spoilers, No Warnings

Genres: Humor, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: OC
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 06/03/2013
Last Chapter: 06/07/2013
Last Updated: 06/07/2013

Summary:
Post Hogwarts Battle school life fiction.


Chapter 1: Y.O.Y.O
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My Name is Isobel Spinks. It has been ten years since Harry Potter vanquished the Dark Lord. Ever since then it has been quite calm around here. Here are some things you might have missed these past few years. Professor Mcgonagall has become the Headmistress of Hogwarts. Hagrid and Madame Maxime got married and have a two year old who could pass for a fourth year. The school caretaker, Filch, is still here along with that nasty Mrs. Norris. I can’t believe that old bag hasn’t died yet. Also, they have restored the bridge as a memorial walk to honor those who lost their lives at the “The Great Battle of Hogwarts.”

           

            Now, I’m just your average run-of-the-mill witch from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It’s my seventh and final year here and I’ve been in Gryffindor since I was sorted at the age of eleven. Although I’m placed in Gryffindor house, my best friend – Holly Clearwater – resides in Ravenclaw. She is in her seventh year also. Being friend with her can be difficult at times, because we are both rival Captains of our house Quidditch team. Luckily it isn’t that challenging because we both play different positions – she’s a Keeper (no pun intended), and I’m a Seeker.

            Students have returned to school and everything is back to its normal, magically average state. Now don’t get me wrong, sometimes it can be pretty exciting around here, like when a Troll escapes, or when an Achromanchula comes wandering out of the forbidden forest, but that doesn’t happen very often, So it’s usually pretty boring.

            My favorite subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts. We’ve only had one teacher since You-Know-Who died – I guess that position really was cursed. Professor Putarump, I don’t really like her. She is one to pick favorites, and as you could probably guess, I’m not one of them.

 

            Our final year was coming to an end. The one thing I have been looking forward to since my first year was the Yule Ball.

            They had finally gotten rid of that barbaric Triwizard Tournament after Cedric Diggory died.  They decided to keep the Yule Ball by popular demand. They have it every year as a send off celebration and only the seventh years are allowed to attend. Younger students are permitted however if asked by a seventh year – sort of like a Muggle prom.

            I had my eye on a special someone. His name was Trevor Macmillion, a Beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I first started to fancy him when we both joined the team our forth year. He’s the only guy that can make me laugh, and you don’t need to cast Lumos, his smile can light up a room. All the girls were after him.

           

            In the Great Hall one morning, Holly and I were discussing the Yule Ball over breakfast.

            “So, are you going to say at Hogwarts for Christmas?” Asked Isobel.

            “I don’t know, why would I?”

            “Um… the Yule Ball! It’s only everything we’ve been waiting for since our first year,” she exclaimed angrily.

            “Dances? I hate dancing.”

            “Come on! Y.O.Y.O..”

            “What…?”

            “You Only Yule Once.”

            “Pfft. It’s Y.O.L.O.. You really need to brush up on your Muggle Studies.”

            “Whatever. Please go. You’ll regret it if you don’t,” she begged.

            “Maybe… if the right person asks me.”

            “And who might that be?”

            “I don’t know,” she said slyly, “that Slytherin Quidditch Captain looks pretty good.”

            “Eww…. Slytherin? Those guys are bad.”

            “Whatever, I like bad boys.”

            “Ugh. We’re gunna be late. Let’s go to class.”

 

*****

 

            As I glanced around my Defense Against the Dark Arts class, in the corner of my eye I noticed Trevor Macmillan looking at me. I looked away quickly before he noticed I was staring at him. I blushed a little and continued writing my essay about the Unforgivable Curses.

            I had always had the biggest crush on him. It stemmed from the House Championship Quidditch game in my forth year when he saved me from that rogue Bluddger.

            He’s the boy I want to go to the ball with. He’s the whole package: smart, funny, kind, athletic, and not bad dueler if I don’t say so myself. I’m going to ask him before he get’s snatched up.

 

*****

 

            As I sit down at my house table for lunch Holly come barreling towards me. “Guess what!” she exclaimed.

            “What,” I reply.

            “Guess who asked me to the Yule Ball!”

            “Ralph Butterscrump?” I asked while stifling a laugh.

            “Eww, that guy from Herbology who likes to eat the fertilizer? Heck no. Noah Gallows!”

            “The Slytherin Quidditch captain? No way! That’s awesome. Good for you. Now I better get a date or else I’ll have to go with Ralph.”

 

            Now that classes were over for the day I was ready to made my move. I headed up to the Common Room on a mission to ask Trevor to the Ball.

            When I was at the top of the Grand Staircase I heard voices. The voices were muffled and I couldn’t hear, so I carefully edged up the stairs so they wouldn’t see me. It was Trevor and that nasty Millicent Brocklehurst from Hufflepuff.

            “So…” I heard Millicent say, “the Yule Ball’s coming up. Sound’s pretty fun.”

            No way that son-of-a-banshee was going to steal my date to the ball.

            “Yah. But I don’t have a date yet,” Trevor replied.

            “Oh… well… you could go with me,” Millicent said enthusiastically.

            I leaned closer to hear his reply and toppled over. “Are you okay,” Trevor asked.

            But I didn’t stop to answer. That horrible Millicent had stolen my date to the Yule Ball and I had to get out of there as fast as I could. I didn’t want Trevor to see me crying.

            I knew right where I was running. I was headed straight for Moaning Myrtles bathroom. It was too late to stop the tears flowing. They were pouring out of me faster than the vomit educed from a Puking Pastel.

            As I reached the door to the bathroom, I felt a tug on the back of my robes. I whip my head around and am face-to-face with Trevor.

            “Wh-what do you w-w-want?” I sob. “Come to r-rub it in my f-f-face?”

            “What are you talking about? Come to rub what in your face?”

            “The fact that you’re going to the Ball with Manly-Millicent, when you know that I’ve fancied you since forth year!”

            “What?! You fancy me?! I had no idea,” he interjected. “And I’m not going to the Ball with Millicent.”

            “Don’t try to make me feel better,” I retort while choking back sobs, “ I heard her ask you.”

            “Yah, she asked me,” he said, “but I didn’t say yes. That’s why I chased you down here. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. I really want to go with you.”

            “Wh-wh-what?”

            “Isobel, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

 

*****

 

            I will never forget my “magical” evening at the Ball. I wore a gorgeous purple gown, and Trevor wore purple dress robes to match. Oh, and you’ll never guess who Millicent ended up going with… Ralph Butterscrump. They make a good couple though. Holly and her date looked dashing as well.

            It was a great nigh, and Trevor and I are still dating. It’s a “match made in Hogwarts.”


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