The Choices We Make ∆ Harry Potter Sister

Chapter 3.7

Walking through the crowded corridor, Ellie had to take two steps at a time to match her brother and his friends' pace, but she couldn't complain. Her choice was either join those abnormally fast walkers or her Slytherin boys whom unfortunately hadn't made it up for insulting her godfather. Maybe it would be the year that Eleanor Potter do some cardio workout. Throughout the buzzing corridor, she could faintly heard someone yelling, "Potter!"

Ignoring the call, she strode faster until she fell into pace with her brother. Sending her a quizzical look, the older Potter turned around only to find the Slytherin quidditch captain bursting through the crowd, trying his best to get to the group of four.

"Potter!"

"Ellie," said the older Potter, as he grabbed his sister's shoulders to stop her from running away. Jerking his head to the source of the nuisance, he told her, "I'm pretty sure that Pucey is calling after you, not me."

Rolling her eyes, Ellie muttered a string of profanities under her breath before puffing her chest and crossed her arms in front of it as she awaited the boy to reach her.

"Ellie, would you please stop avoiding me?" panted the Slytherin boy in between his heavy breathings.

"Would you admit yourself to be an idiot?" asked the young Potter as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, and tapping her foot a little bit impatiently.

Well aware that her brother and his friends were watching them, the boy with ocean blue eyes thought carefully of his next move. He wouldn't want to make a fool out of himself in front of everyone, but he knew all too well he'd have to do just that to get to his seeker's good side again. Huffing his second thoughts away, he admitted, "Alright. Fine. Yes, yes, I'm an absolute, blithering, idiot to enter my name into the cup. And under no circumstances should you feel sorry for me if anything were to happen to me during the tournament."

The corner of Ellie's lips began to turn, but she wouldn't let her so called best friend get away that easily for all the nightmares and terrors he had caused her. Arching her eyebrows, she waited for him to carry on. And as if he was reading her mind, the Slytherin quidditch captain took a step closer to her and bowed a little so that he could whisper to her ear. "And I'm sorry. I need you to talk to me, and I need my best friend back"

"That wasn't so hard, was it, Pucey?" she whispered back, leaving the boy grinning like a crazy lovesick puppy. Shaking his head like a dog out of the water, he shouted through the crowds, "You owe me two laps for that, Potter!"

"I thought the cup is cancelled?" shouted the young Potter over her shoulders as she rejoined the Gryffindor trio.

"Then save it for next year!"

Ellie couldn't help but laugh at herself, especially with the odd looks she was receiving from the trio. She might not like to admit it, but Merlin, did Adrian Pucey have a way of getting into her head like a worm in soft soil. He was just as he said, an absolute, blithering, idiot, and more, but her days weren't as bright when that idiot wasn't there.

Carrying on their walk to their Defence Against the Dark Arts class, the older Potter mentioned the elephant standing in the midst of the corridor. "Is that how you flirt?"

"What do you know about flirting, Harry?" retorted the younger Potter, trying her best to push down the surfacing colours on her already rosy cheeks. Rolling his eyes, Harry scoffed, "You're pathetic, Ellie."

"You're worse than I am!" exclaimed Ellie as she hit her brother with her textbook. Harry pursued on to whack her by the head, but she managed to duck so that Harry found himself stumbling forward.

Watching the two Potters trying to get at each other whilst bickering like a couple of five year olds, the redheaded Gryffindor couldn't help but asked, "Do you even love each other?"