Two Spoons of Sugar for that Cup of Tea

Disclaimer: (*sigh* I know you're sick of these, but I have to stick it in) I do not own any of the characters here except for Diona, Fiona .... . The rest of the characters are owned by J.K. Rowling, and whoever else may happen to own them.

I looked down at my quill. Unfortunately for me, the monotonous lesson with Professor Trelawny was stuck right before lunch, so the quill actually looked quite delicious. I started to have a daydream about devouring that quill, which may have become reality if Fiona didn't tap me on the shoulder.

"Diona, what are you doing?" she whispered to me hastily. I looked down at my hands, which were holding the quill a little to close to my mouth. I felt my face blush a bit as I set the quill down and looked up at Professor Trelawny. Luckily, she hadn't even noticed, and was blundering on with her lesson on reading tea leaves.

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"And that is all we can fit in for today, thank you, and see you again soon," finished Professor Trelawny a few minutes later. I got up slowly, and heard my back crack behind me.

"Quidditch practice," I said to Fiona in reply to the disgusted face she made when she heard the noise.

Fiona and I walked towards the Hufflepuff common room in silence, so I decided to daydream for a while. Once again, it was simply dreams of eating. I must have walked into a wall, for I snapped out of my dream and realized that I was on the floor. The 'wall' was none other than Oliver Wood, who, according to all the rules of romantic-ness, was my object of affection. I stood up and started to pick up the book that had tumbled out of my arm. I bent back up afterwards, unfortunately, at the same time that he was doing so. Our heads collided, and mine started to pound most furiously.

"I'm sorry," I stammered quickly, as he squinted, holding his head.

"That's alright, sorry about slamming into you, I was sort of daydreaming," he said in reply.

I didn't bother in replying that I had been daydreaming too. I just smiled and looked up at him. After a few seconds had passed with me just staring at him, Fiona coughed behind me, an attempt to get me to finish talking to him.

"So, uh, I guess I have to go to my common room and get ready for lunch," I said, coagulating the words together beyond recognition.

He paused a second with a confused look on his face (no doubt trying to figure out what I had just said), but then smiled. "Yeah, me too, see you later," he said and waved goodbye.

When he had turned the corner, Fiona groaned and said, "If I hear one more guy say 'see you later', I swear, my head will explode!"

"Why, it's not like he said, 'see you never'," I replied, trying to redeem what Oliver had said.

"I'd rather that he said 'see you never'!" she said, and after seeing my aghast expression, quickly added, "I meant, I'd wish he had said that because then we'd know when he'd see you. 'Never' is such a clear word, while 'later' is just, well, wishy-washy!"

"Wishy-washy? Really Fiona, I do have to stop letting you buy those fizzing whizbees during Hogsmeade," I said, stifling a laugh at her odd choice of words.

Fiona turned to the entrance of the common room and said, "Ferocious Knarl," and, as the password was correct, we walked in.

We entered the girl's dormitories and set our books down. I sat on the bed, and looked up at Fiona. She grinned and sat down next to me.

"You are so lucky, you know that?" She said.

I got up and started walking down the stairs, Fiona following me. Once we got to the bottom of the stairs I looked up at her and said, "Yeah, I know."