Everybody Likes Fun.(HP fanfic)
Penelope Clearwater / Marcus Flint - Not really a pairing.
Penelope's POV. I guess this is set before she starts going out with Percy...
Um, I don't own the HP world or characters. You know that, but just so nobody can sue...
And comments are much appreciated! Friends don't let friends post crappy stoires and embarass themselves. (I wrote this only about an hour ago, and everything seems good to a writer when it's new, so I don't actually know how good - or bad - it is.)
It was a mild Saturday afternoon in October.
I sat under a tree reading my Transfiguration textbook.
"Hey Penny, you up for a game?" called an all too familiar voice.
"Um, no." I replied, not bothering to look up.
"Why not?" Flint persisted.
"Girls don't play Quidditch," I answered, already getting irritated.
"Really? Lots of girls play Quidditch these days."
"They're tomboys," I said, trying not to be offensive.
"So what does that make you? Afraid you'll break a nail?"
"No - I just think it's undigni- well, improper. And I'd feel really awkward."
He stared at me blankly.
"I'm old-fashioned about stuff like that," I clarified.
"Oh, come on, have some fun."
"I don't like 'fun' much," I retorted.
Flint gave me a confused, twisted sort of smile that said he thought I was crazy.
"Everybody likes fun."
"I don't know what the hell gives you the idea that I do."
I got up and stormed off towards the castle, angered.
Nobody dared to annoy me like that - well, except my parents (who both often insisted that I "take breaks" and "chill out"), but that was precisely the reason I didn't get along with them.
'Nobody convinces Penelope Clearwater to lower her standards! Nobody!' I stormed silently.
"Hey Penny! You want some fries with that shake?" Flint shouted before I managed to get out of earshot.
I gritted my teeth and kept walking.
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Author note: Hmmm, tempermental much? I wonder if this is why people pick on nerds? :p
I sat under a tree reading my Transfiguration textbook.
"Hey Penny, you up for a game?" called an all too familiar voice.
"Um, no." I replied, not bothering to look up.
"Why not?" Flint persisted.
"Girls don't play Quidditch," I answered, already getting irritated.
"Really? Lots of girls play Quidditch these days."
"They're tomboys," I said, trying not to be offensive.
"So what does that make you? Afraid you'll break a nail?"
"No - I just think it's undigni- well, improper. And I'd feel really awkward."
He stared at me blankly.
"I'm old-fashioned about stuff like that," I clarified.
"Oh, come on, have some fun."
"I don't like 'fun' much," I retorted.
Flint gave me a confused, twisted sort of smile that said he thought I was crazy.
"Everybody likes fun."
"I don't know what the hell gives you the idea that I do."
I got up and stormed off towards the castle, angered.
Nobody dared to annoy me like that - well, except my parents (who both often insisted that I "take breaks" and "chill out"), but that was precisely the reason I didn't get along with them.
'Nobody convinces Penelope Clearwater to lower her standards! Nobody!' I stormed silently.
"Hey Penny! You want some fries with that shake?" Flint shouted before I managed to get out of earshot.
I gritted my teeth and kept walking.
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Author note: Hmmm, tempermental much? I wonder if this is why people pick on nerds? :p
3 Comments
That's normal for nerds. Well, for me anyway.
The story seems great.
:) Thanks.
kewl!