After making sure no one is looking, Oliver
grabs your hand and pulls you through a solid
brick wall. His touch sends a chill down your
spine, and you shiver.
"Welcome," he says, dropping your hand, "to
platform 93/4."
You stare at the red train, steam hissing out
from it.
"C'mon," he says, taking off. "You won't get a
seat."
People hurry by, talking excitedly, dragging
baggage in one hand and children in the
other.
"Hey, Oliver!" called a pretty young girl, with
blue eyes and golden hair, waving as she ran
up.
"Hi Marjorie!" Oliver returned, his eyes lighting
up. Your stomach turns as you groan inwardly.
"How was your summer?" she asks when she
reaches them, her voice bubbly and teasing.
"Did you practice for Quidditch this year? I'll be
at every game, cheering on my favorite Keeper
you can count on that!" she said, flashing her
blinding smile revealing perfect, sparkling
white teeth. You nervously finger your own
raven hair, which curls gently at the base of
your neck.
"Haha," Oliver laughed. Did he sound slightly
nervous? you think. Maybe there's still hope!
"Yes, I did practice this summer. When am I
not?"
"You play Quidditch player too?" you burst in.
Marjorie, annoyed, looks at you with utter
disdain.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so rude. Have you met my
friend, Sydney?" Oliver said, gesturing to you.
"Syndey, this is Marjorie, Marjorie, Sydney."
"Nice to meet you," you say brightly, holding
out your hand.
"Likewise," Marjorie responded curtly, ignoring
your hand. "As I was saying, I'll be watching
every game! Hey, where are you going to sit?
Want to sit with me?" she said, snatching his
arm and leading him away.
"Actually," he said, prying her arm of his, "I was
going to sit with Sydney. She's new here, and I
thought I'd stick with her," Oliver answered,
smiling at you. Your heart starts thumping as
his eyes lock on yours, unmoving.
"Well, if you change your mind, I'll be in car
#4," Marjorie said, disapointment in her
voice. Suddenly she leaned up and kissed
Oliver on the cheek. Anger and
dissapointment build up inside you when you
see that.
"Well, have fun," she said, smiling evilly at you.
At this moment you know she's your enemy,
and the main competition for Oliver's heart.
"See you at school. Toodles." Marjorie wiggles
her fingers in a wave, then flounces off.
"Well," Oliver said, blushing. "Sorry about that.
A bit awkward, wasn't it? She's
pretty...affectionate we'll say. Come on, let's
grab a car," Oliver said. "And let me get your
trunk for you." He grabbed it, then motioned for
you to follow. You smile really big and think,
take that Marjorie, and follow Oliver to an
empty car. Man, I wonder what this year will
bring, you think to yourself.
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