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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 7
The Champions
Kim’s leg had healed up just fine, and by the next day she barely had the room in her brain to remember the pain. Many of the students had woken early for a Saturday with the excitement of wanting to find out who was going to put their name in the goblet.
“I certainly wouldn’t. Even if I was 17,” Clemon reasoned.
“I don’t think I would either,” Luna agreed. It was a rare day that the two of them agreed on something.
“Jesus. It must be the apocalypse or something,” Kim muttered.
“What makes you say that?” Clemon said.
“Everyone’s up early on a Saturday. And you two actually agree on something,” Kim said. Luna almost never openly disagreed with Clemon about anything, so there was almost never any arguing. Just mild tempered half statements implying disagreement that would be followed by Clemon being either passive aggressive or down right snide, and Luna pretending she hadn’t got an idea what was going on even though her eyebrow twitch clearly indicated that she did. Kim wished somedays they’d just draw wands and duel it out already, like boys might.
Clemon rolled her eyes and Kim’s remark. “Just because you like to have your lie in doesn’t mean everyone does, Kim,” she said, ignoring the other half of her statement entirely. Typical.
After breakfast Kim went to the entrance hall where the Goblet of Fire sat with its blue circular age line drawn around it. Kim wondered if the twins were still off somewhere working on their potion. Clemon didn’t seem to want to stick around that much, but she also seemed hesitant to leave Kim, probably because she didn’t have many other friends of her own, and those that she did have were gathered around the cup too. Many students were, after all.
Kim spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione nearby and walked to them, losing Luna somewhere along the way as she muttered something about spotting a nargle.
“Hey,” Kim said cheerfully. “See anyone put their name in yet?”
Ron shook his head. “We just got here.”
“It’s just a matter of tossing it in, isn’t’ it?” Clemon said with more edge to her tone then necessary. She liked to do that, put a lot of edge in her tone. Kim knew it was because she got nervous around new people and felt a need to impress them, but it was rather annoying. “Not much to see,” she added, as if her already snide attitude needed a red charry on top. Or more, a sour lemon.
Kim sighed, turning back to face Ron. “I guess,” she said flatly, looking blankly at Ron as she said it. He looked at her with bewilderment.
“Nice friend ya’ got there,” he said, in the way that only Ron could, so that Clemon probably didn’t get the joke at all, but Kim couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. The corner of Ron’s lips flicked up in a responding smile.
As if everyone found it funny, a burst of laughter came from behind them. Fred, George, and Lee came bounding into the entrance hall with excitement.
“Done it,” he said, ringing the crux of his arm around the back of Kim’s neck gleefully and saying to the whole group with lifted eyebrows and a triumphant whisper, “Just taken it.”
Kim laughed, pressing against his stomach with her fingers for him to release her. “It worked?” she asked.
“Thanks to you,” George added.
“What worked? What’d you take?” Ron asked, looking between them all.
“The aging potion, dung brains,” said Fred.
“One drop each,” George said, rubbing his hands together with glee. “We only need to be a few months older.”
“We’re going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins,” said Lee, grinning broadly. Kim raised one eyebrow. Split it evenly, she thought. Now that was a stupid idea, when only one of them had done all the work. This was a hair brained agreement concocted in the middle of the night, full of excitement and adrenaline. The potion wasn’t worth 1/3rd of the winnings! But, she reminded herself before she opened her mouth to say anything that the likeliness of any of them getting in was slim to none, at best.
“That’s stupid,” came Clemon’s drawn voice. Kim winced. They all turned their excited, and now rather pointed gaze, on her. “If you could even get in, which is impossible, only one of you will actually earn the prize money. What’s going to stop you from turning on each other? I’m just saying… if I won all that money, there’s nothing that would make me want to split it with some friend who helped me enter in illegally.”
Kim’s lips hardened into a line as the boys all drew this terribly crashing thought in. And they were having such good fun. Clemon, why do you have to spoil everything that isn’t yours, the thought boiled inside Kim. She took a step forward, head tilted just slightly to the side.
“Clemon, you really need to learn when to lighten the fuck up,” Kim said in a quiet, even tone. The boys behind her erupted into an explosion of jeers as Clemon’s lips sucked into the tightest purse Kim had ever seen. It was as if she had actually eaten a lemon. She scowled at Kim and swirled on her heels, her black hair twirling in a gliding circle and she marched for the exit. Kim didn’t feel bad for it, not yet anyway. She was still too annoyed.
“That’ll take care of that ol’ fanny,” Fred said, a bit harshly, but Kim didn’t care. Clemon was already out of ear shot anyway.
“I could kiss you,” George said, and though he was only just managing to say it between his laughter, Kim still felt her heart start to pound.
“Let’s get this over with already, shall we? Before someone hears all this racket,” Kim said.
"She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing,..."
- J. D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
"Poets can make any destruction appear beautiful, including their own."
- blurryfaec (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 7
The Champions
Kim’s leg had healed up just fine, and by the next day she barely had the room in her brain to remember the pain. Many of the students had woken early for a Saturday with the excitement of wanting to find out who was going to put their name in the goblet.
“I certainly wouldn’t. Even if I was 17,” Clemon reasoned.
“I don’t think I would either,” Luna agreed. It was a rare day that the two of them agreed on something.
“Jesus. It must be the apocalypse or something,” Kim muttered.
“What makes you say that?” Clemon said.
“Everyone’s up early on a Saturday. And you two actually agree on something,” Kim said. Luna almost never openly disagreed with Clemon about anything, so there was almost never any arguing. Just mild tempered half statements implying disagreement that would be followed by Clemon being either passive aggressive or down right snide, and Luna pretending she hadn’t got an idea what was going on even though her eyebrow twitch clearly indicated that she did. Kim wished somedays they’d just draw wands and duel it out already, like boys might.
Clemon rolled her eyes and Kim’s remark. “Just because you like to have your lie in doesn’t mean everyone does, Kim,” she said, ignoring the other half of her statement entirely. Typical.
After breakfast Kim went to the entrance hall where the Goblet of Fire sat with its blue circular age line drawn around it. Kim wondered if the twins were still off somewhere working on their potion. Clemon didn’t seem to want to stick around that much, but she also seemed hesitant to leave Kim, probably because she didn’t have many other friends of her own, and those that she did have were gathered around the cup too. Many students were, after all.
Kim spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione nearby and walked to them, losing Luna somewhere along the way as she muttered something about spotting a nargle.
“Hey,” Kim said cheerfully. “See anyone put their name in yet?”
Ron shook his head. “We just got here.”
“It’s just a matter of tossing it in, isn’t’ it?” Clemon said with more edge to her tone then necessary. She liked to do that, put a lot of edge in her tone. Kim knew it was because she got nervous around new people and felt a need to impress them, but it was rather annoying. “Not much to see,” she added, as if her already snide attitude needed a red charry on top. Or more, a sour lemon.
Kim sighed, turning back to face Ron. “I guess,” she said flatly, looking blankly at Ron as she said it. He looked at her with bewilderment.
“Nice friend ya’ got there,” he said, in the way that only Ron could, so that Clemon probably didn’t get the joke at all, but Kim couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. The corner of Ron’s lips flicked up in a responding smile.
As if everyone found it funny, a burst of laughter came from behind them. Fred, George, and Lee came bounding into the entrance hall with excitement.
“Done it,” he said, ringing the crux of his arm around the back of Kim’s neck gleefully and saying to the whole group with lifted eyebrows and a triumphant whisper, “Just taken it.”
Kim laughed, pressing against his stomach with her fingers for him to release her. “It worked?” she asked.
“Thanks to you,” George added.
“What worked? What’d you take?” Ron asked, looking between them all.
“The aging potion, dung brains,” said Fred.
“One drop each,” George said, rubbing his hands together with glee. “We only need to be a few months older.”
“We’re going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins,” said Lee, grinning broadly. Kim raised one eyebrow. Split it evenly, she thought. Now that was a stupid idea, when only one of them had done all the work. This was a hair brained agreement concocted in the middle of the night, full of excitement and adrenaline. The potion wasn’t worth 1/3rd of the winnings! But, she reminded herself before she opened her mouth to say anything that the likeliness of any of them getting in was slim to none, at best.
“That’s stupid,” came Clemon’s drawn voice. Kim winced. They all turned their excited, and now rather pointed gaze, on her. “If you could even get in, which is impossible, only one of you will actually earn the prize money. What’s going to stop you from turning on each other? I’m just saying… if I won all that money, there’s nothing that would make me want to split it with some friend who helped me enter in illegally.”
Kim’s lips hardened into a line as the boys all drew this terribly crashing thought in. And they were having such good fun. Clemon, why do you have to spoil everything that isn’t yours, the thought boiled inside Kim. She took a step forward, head tilted just slightly to the side.
“Clemon, you really need to learn when to lighten the fuck up,” Kim said in a quiet, even tone. The boys behind her erupted into an explosion of jeers as Clemon’s lips sucked into the tightest purse Kim had ever seen. It was as if she had actually eaten a lemon. She scowled at Kim and swirled on her heels, her black hair twirling in a gliding circle and she marched for the exit. Kim didn’t feel bad for it, not yet anyway. She was still too annoyed.
“That’ll take care of that ol’ fanny,” Fred said, a bit harshly, but Kim didn’t care. Clemon was already out of ear shot anyway.
“I could kiss you,” George said, and though he was only just managing to say it between his laughter, Kim still felt her heart start to pound.
“Let’s get this over with already, shall we? Before someone hears all this racket,” Kim said.
