Katherine Frances's Blog, page 258
January 30, 2016
"But he knew he was not alone. He could hear the scrabbling sounds of something against the stone,..."
- My WIP (via legit-writing-tips)
January 29, 2016
weakenedupdate:
no glasses who dis
This could be taken two ways. 1. I am blind without my...
no glasses who dis
This could be taken two ways. 1. I am blind without my glasses, what is your face 2. I look totally different without my glasses, no one recognizes my face
January 26, 2016
"It took me quite some time to realize, that the most loyal aspect of life isn’t love, it is..."
- sweet-intoxication
(via wnq-writers)
Kim Shimmers and the Diviner’s Curse
A Harry Potter Fanfic by me (and sequel to Kim Shimmers and the Screech Owl)
(Art not mine, couldn’t find credits. Let me know if you know them!)
This Harry Potter fanfic will be posted, if all goes well, every weekend.
Chapter 17
Boyfriend
The following Sunday Kim tried to find Fred and George but they must’ve stayed in the Gryffindor common room all day, because she never spotted them, and when she went to the fat lady to ask someone to get them to come out, the boy came back saying he couldn’t find them within.
Kim had a busy schedule too. Between classes and trying to meditate during lunch and dinner in empty rooms, she barely had any free time left. But she was still making an effort to seek out the twins, and she couldn’t help feeling they were dodging her purposefully at this point.
“There you are,” she said with relief. She had spotted the two of them in the library one afternoon and was coming to sit beside them. Just as she did, however, Fred was beginning to pack up his things, like the sight of her had carried in a bad smell that he just couldn’t stand to say around for. “Where are you going?” she asked accusingly.
“Who me?” Fred asked.
“Yes you. Who else?”
“Uh, I was just off to the common room.”
Kim put her hands on her hips, standing grudgingly in front of Fred so he couldn’t properly stand without entering her personal space. “What for?” she asked.
“What?” he said, screwing up his face as he stuffed his quill into his bag, acting like it was an absurd question. And maybe it was. Maybe this was all in her head, like so many other of her worries seemed to be sometimes… No, she told herself. You haven’t had so much as a pleasant conversation with Fred in weeks… months even! Something is wrong.
Kim sighed all the same, her intensity greatly diminished from the small amount of self-doubt that was now spreading through her.
“I just meant… I was hoping to talk to you,” Kim said, following his face up as he stood, now standing very close to her. He glanced at her for a moment, but didn’t seem to want to look her in the eye. His eyes danced around the bookshelves behind her uncomfortably.
“Um, maybe later, Kim,” he said. “I just can’t right now.”
“But Fred—
“’Scuse me,” he muttered, and nearly pushed past Kim, but she stepped out of the way before their bodies made contact. He threw his bag over his shoulder and strode briskly out of the library. Kim watched him leave, feeling like someone had just pulled out a knife that had been stuck in her side for some time without her knowing. Now the wound was open again and she was bleeding onto the carpet.
“Do you know what’s going on with him?” she asked, turning to look at George who still sat in a chair by the table they’d both been working at. He shook his head, looking a bit bewildered after Fred as well. He turned his attention back to his paper.
“Please tell me you’re not mad at me? Either of you?”
“What for?” he asked plainly. Kim couldn’t figure it out. He didn’t seem to be lying or covering something up. But certainly something had to be wrong…
“I don’t know,” Kim admitted after a moment’s pause. She looked back at the exit Fred had just left through mournfully as George continued with his work. “Well… I guess I’ll let you get back to it then,” she said sadly, and left before George had a chance to say anything else, not that he would try to stop her. Lately it seemed as if both of them were much happier when she simply wasn’t around.
A few weeks later she found them mid meal at dinner. She sat down between them, deciding to put off her usual meditation to try and spend some time with them.
“Hey,” she said lightly as she grabbed a plate. “I feel like I haven’t seen you guys much lately,” she said with a light laugh. And she really hadn’t. She sat with them every now and then at breakfast, during which she usually sat in silence while they engaged each other or someone else. That seemed like nothing at all compared to the chatter filled meals that they used to spend together, not to mention their escapades every weekend.
“Oh! And Happy Birthday!” she said excitedly, though she was admittedly forcing it. She was still afraid they were just going to ignore her, or shun her or something in between. But George smiled and nodded as thanks, since his mouth was full. “So…” Kim ventured, “what’ve you been up to? Working on more stuff for your joke shop?”
George nodded eagerly, seeming like his usual self. He swallowed down his mouthful of food so he could speak. “We’ve come up with some good stuff, too. We’ll have to show you sometime.”
Kim smiled at him widely, feeling his acceptance of her like a warm embrace. She glanced nervously to her other side at Fred. He was looking blankly at his plate.
“You think so?” she said, still staring at Fred, trying to get him to look at her, but he didn’t. “That would be good…”
She sighed heavily. Fred was almost finished with his meal. If this diner was going to go like they had been for the last few months he was going to shovel in the last few bights and be off before she had the chance to even force him to say hello.
“Hey, Fred,” she said in a timid voice. He merely glanced at her. “I- I was just wondering if you might want to… I don’t know… do something… sometime…”
Fred looked like he’d swallowed something sharp. “Like what?” he asked plainly.
Kim felt her mouth go dry, and she was gripping her knees under the table rather hard. “I don’t know… I just thought… I mean, I just haven’t seen you much lately, and I kind of miss being around you.”
“You’re around me right now,” he said with a forced smile before quickly stuffing in another forkful of food.
“I meant… just the two of us… kind of thing…” Kim muttered, her lips tripping up the words. But she knew Fred had heard her because he got that look again, the ‘I-swallowed-a-porcupine’ look.
“Um, sure Kim,” he said hastily after swallowing his food. Kim’s expression immediately brightened as she felt a thousand pounds lift off her. But Fred was pushing aside his plate and making to stand up already, seeming in a rush again.
“W-wait, when?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” he said with a careless shrug, standing. “Whenever we’re both free.” And just like that he had slinked away again, escaping down between the rows of tables.
“Where is he going?” Kim asked George.
“I don’t know. He’s been dodgy lately,” he said, shaking his head with a frown.
“So you’ve noticed it too!”
George just shrugged. “Must be his time of the month.” He pushed aside his own plate and stood too. “Better catch up with him. See you later.”
Kim groaned once George was gone, burying her head in her folded arms on the table. That was it. She’d had enough. She was going to get to the bottom of this somehow. But she still needed to be delicate about it… If Fred was mad at her for something, she didn’t want to make it worse.
It was Easter holiday before she had the chance to find George alone. He was walking in the hallway with Fred, but Kim managed to pull him aside.
“What is it?” George asked once he had followed her down a hall away from Fred, who had looked at the two of them suspiciously and then continued on his way.
“Can I just talk to you for a bit? I really miss hanging out with the two of you, and Fred is being… really weird.”
“Yeah, sure,” George said with a shrug. “Let’s walk.” They started to walk leisurely down the hallway.
“First of all… how are things going with Bagman?”
George shrugged. “No better. He’s avoiding us still, and I’m trying to keep Fred from threatening the man’s life.”
“Good. I mean, good that you’re keeping Fred from threatening him. That’s more danger than it’s worth.”
“How about with your visions? Gotten anything for Harry yet? I notice you’ve been sneaking away to herbally induce yourself during meals. Is that strictly legal by the way?” he asked, crinkling his nose.
Kim laughed, already feeling lighter than she had in months. “Yes, it’s completely legal, and non-recreational. It’s magic, George, not drugs.”
“Right. Just checking.”
Kim heaved a heavy sigh. Time to ask the question that was really weighing on her. “You’ve got to tell me what’s going on with Fred.”
“I don’t know what’s going on with Fred. He’s normal most of the time.”
“Just not around me.”
“… I guess,” George said, sounding sorry. “I haven’t really noticed but… I guess he has been a bit skittish.”
“A bit skittish? George, he’s been completely avoiding me. We went from having private, I don’t know, kind of dates I guess- or at least I thought they were dates, at the Three Broomsticks- to not saying a word to me. When I try to hold a conversation with him, he answers me with as few words as possible and then disappears. I don’t understand! What did I do wrong? Is he mad at me or something?”
“Not that I know of.”
“You’ve got to ask him for me,” she pleaded. He looked at her wearily as they approached a pair of arm chairs and a couch in a large corner section of hallway. He flopped down on the couch, Kim beside him. “Please,” she added.
“What do you want me to say?” he said, still not sounding sure.
“I don’t know… ask him what’s going on between us. Just pretend you’re curious or something,” Kim said with a shrug. George seemed the opposite of enthused. Kim sighed helplessly. “I don’t know, I just don’t know what else to do.” She let her forehead fall and land on George’s shoulder, rubbing her eyes with her fingers. “I’m so confused…”
George crossed his arms and took a deep breath. He then looked down at Kim by his shoulder. “You really like him, don’t you?”
"All The Words I Spill
I don’t write these words in ink,
The ones with the strongest emotions..."
I don’t write these words in ink,
The ones with the strongest emotions attached.
I know the emotions never last,
And ink is permanent.”
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(via wnq-writers)
