Okay, this chapter is dedicated to Loriel, since she doesn't get many dedications, and she might recognise someone in here that's familiar!
Previously: Fiona and Oliver find out about the new teachers appointments, Fiona's friend, Audrey Rose is introduced, and they have their first lessons in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology (during which Fiona finds out that Hufflepuff have a new Quidditch Captain), and Potions.
Thanks go to: Kyizi and Loriel Eris, for being so supportive and for all the help they've given me over the years of writing. And obviously Arnel, my awesome beta who keeps me on the straight and narrow and reins me in when common sense flies out the window!
Tuesday passed normally. At least, it was normal for Hogwarts. They had their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson, where they created Ashwinders.
Joe and Fiona were partners, and managed to lose theirs. They ran after it, trying to find out where it had hidden to lay its eggs. Finally, they found the nest in a nook under Hagrid's hut. The Ashwinder was already a pile of ash, and its eggs were glowing bright red. Joe and Fiona quickly put a freezing charm on them before Hagrid's hut went up in flames, and carried them back to where the rest of the class were standing, their baskets of Ashwinder eggs by their sides. Audrey teased the pair about dashing off into dark corners, and the Slytherins accused them of trying to burn down Hagrid's hut. A typical Care of Magical Creatures lesson, really.
Due to their losing of their Ashwinder, Joe and Fiona had got the job of delivering the eggs to Professor Snape, who was going to use them to teach the sixth years how to make a Fever-Reducing Potion the next lesson. They nearly got a detention from Snape, who was insistent that they were late delivering the eggs – even though they'd actually been early – and thus he had no time to prepare for his lesson. Joe managed to extricate them from Snape’s punishment by using his natural Irish charm, and Snape let them off with a warning.
"Phew," Fiona breathed as they began the long trudge up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. "I don't know how you do it, Joe."
Joe grinned, his blue eyes twinkling. "Whatcha like, child? It's me Irish charm, dontcha know?" he replied, overdoing his accent.
Fiona rolled her eyes, and smiled at him. "You always manage to cheer me up," she said as she linked arms with him.
When they gave the Fat Lady the password, she gave Fiona an appraising look. "What happened to that other lovely man you had with you? You're a right one, aren't you?"
Fiona smiled slightly, and answered, "This is Joe. Don't you remember him? He's not the type you could forget."
"Hey," Joe punched her lightly. "I resent that."
"What? It was a compliment. Who could forget your blue eyes, gorgeous body, wonderful accent, kind heart, brilliant prowess on the Quidditch pitch, and possibly in other things as well?" Fiona listed, her hazel eyes twinkling.
"Stop, stop," Joe grinned. "You're making me blush." He turned to the Fat Lady and winked at her.
The portrait smiled sweetly. "Yes, who could forget you? I remember you now. Come in, both of you. Eat early tonight, remember you have Astronomy," she reminded them.
"Now, how did she know that?" Fiona asked as they walked into the common room. "Unless she's memorised your timetable," she teased Joe.
"Don't be daft," Joe returned. "She just keeps track of who's meant to be out late at night, and who's not."
Fiona's shoulders slumped dramatically. "Such a mundane excuse. I was hoping for some teasing leverage."
"Never mind," Joe tugged her braid. "I'm sure you'll find some somewhere else."
Fiona grinned impishly. "You're probably right. Now, speaking of late nights, who do you have in mind for this year's seduction project?"
"Seduction project?" Joe asked, astonished. "Is that what you're calling my calamitous love life now? Just because nothing ever happens…" he trailed off.
Fiona sat down on the sofa in front of the fire, and Joe joined her. "I don't see why it doesn't. In all seriousness, Joe, you're quite a catch. In fact, if it weren't for, well, you know, I'd be after you myself."
Joe laughed. "You wouldn't be after me, you'd have me, me dear."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I would quite willingly give you a tryout," he answered, a small smile on his face.
"A tryout? I am not a broom!" Fiona shot back.
"Well, I don't know, you're probably a good ride," Joe smirked.
Fiona laughed. "I walked right into that one. Well done. Okay, so if circumstances had been different, we'd be the noisiest, most riotous couple in Gryffindor, but we're not, so, who do you have in mind, Mr O'Keefe? I know you have your eye on someone."
"You're right, we'd be famous, and drive everyone mad." Joe grinned. "Although, I think we do already." He saw Audrey and Oliver make their way across the crowded common room towards them, and leant in to whisper in Fiona's ear. "Margaret Miller." He didn't miss the fleeting protective look that passed over Oliver's face before he sat at Fiona's feet.
"That Ravenclaw?" Fiona asked, surprised. "She doesn't seem your type."
Joe shrugged. "Well, since I can't have you, I have to compromise."
Fiona wrinkled her nose at him, and turned to Audrey. "Looking forward to Astronomy tonight?"
"Yeah, it's going to be fantastic. The weather's meant to be really clear. You want to come up early, so we can just look at the stars?" her friend asked enthusiastically.
Fiona groaned inwardly. It wasn't that she didn't like looking at the stars as much as Audrey, she did. It was just that she didn't relish the cold night air. It seemed to invigorate Audrey, but it just made Fiona shiver, and wish that she was in a sleeping bag, curled up with…No, don't let your thoughts head in that direction, Fiona, she told herself. Especially not when he's right at your feet.
"All right, but I'm taking my winter cloak," Fiona agreed.
"Wonderful!" Audrey grinned, and jumped up, dragging Fiona up with her. "Come on, we've got to get to dinner early. You, too," she coaxed Joe and Oliver to their feet and the three followed their friend out of the portrait.
"Didn't you tell me you'd left your cloak at home?" Oliver asked Fiona, as they walked down the stairs.
Fiona swore. "Yes, I did. I figured it didn't really matter that much, since I wouldn't be going out a lot, since security's tightened, but I totally forgot about Astronomy."
"You can borrow mine, if you want," Oliver offered, letting her enter the Great Hall ahead of him.
"Thanks, Oliver, but I wouldn't want to be facing the wrath of all of Gryffindor because the Quidditch Captain caught a cold because of me," Fiona smiled. "I'll borrow Morna's. I know Mum will have made sure she packed it."
She noticed her sister further down the Gryffindor table, sitting beside Ginny Weasley, talking animatedly. Fiona left Joe, Audrey, and Oliver, and continued to where the second years were sitting. The talk faded away until only Ginny was speaking. She looked around when she noticed no one else was talking, and turned around to see Fiona standing behind her, smiling.
Ginny blushed slightly, and apologised, but Fiona waved away her words. "Rubbish. Don't apologise to me. After all, I'm the one interrupting you. And, I'm not a Prefect like Perfect Percy, so don't worry about it. I just came over to pester my darling sister."
Ginny grinned and laughed a tinkling laugh. Fiona smiled. The Weasleys' laugh was always infectious, and, in various ways, beautiful, but Ginny's was the most lovable. Fiona was quite surprised there weren't any boys after the small redhead, even though she was only a second year. Glancing down the table, she noticed Harry Potter turning his head away from their direction, and Fiona suppressed a smile. Perhaps Ginny would one day get her man. Still, might take a while, if he's anything like his Captain, she thought.
"Well, Fiona, what did you want?" Morna asked, bringing her sister out of her thoughts.
"Could I borrow your winter cloak? I forgot mine, and I have Astronomy tonight. Audrey intends dragging me up early, and I don't want to catch a cold," Fiona asked.
Morna nodded, and added, "Couldn't you just ask Oliver to warm you up? I'm sure he'd oblige."
The other second years around them giggled, but Fiona ignored them, and leaned in close to her sister. "But that would inappropriate, my dear. Plus, I'm sure you wouldn't want us to roll off the top of the Astronomy Tower roof, and get ourselves killed, should, um, how shall I phrase it, something happen?" Fiona's eyes sparkled as she teased her sister.
Morna's green eyes grew wide. "I don't know what you're talking about," she started.
"Don't play the innocent with me, miss," Fiona replied softly. "I know you looked at my Alba Chant'sBook for Any Circumstances for Wizards and Witches."
Morna swallowed, nervously. Her sister had a temper, and she didn't want to provoke it in the middle of dinner. "I'm sorry about that. But," she paused, curiosity evident in her face, "how did you know that I had? You were out with Oliver at the time."
Fiona smiled mysteriously, and straightened up. "I have my ways. I'll go and get the cloak from your trunk right after I've finished my dinner, that way you won't have to eat fast."
As she walked away, she felt Morna glare at her and overheard her say, "Sometimes I really hate her."
Ginny laughed. "I know what you mean. Having six brothers is a nightmare. But Fiona's a laugh most of the time. You have it okay, trust me."
"I suppose." Morna sounded reluctant to agree, and quickly turned the conversation back to what they'd been talking about when Fiona had interrupted them. Fiona heard no more as she wandered back towards her end of the table.
Fiona sat down next to Oliver, and tucked into her dinner. The Great Hall wasn't crowded at that time, since only the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw seventh years had Astronomy that night. Fiona noticed Margaret Miller, the object of Joe's current affections, sitting opposite them at the Ravenclaw table.
She kicked Joe subtly, and asked, "So, you going to have any fun this lesson, Joe?"
Joe merely smiled and said nothing, leaving Audrey and Oliver to look at each other, puzzled. "I think you might be out of a partner, Audrey," Fiona said. "Joe's got his mind on someone else."
Oliver's eyes lit up. "Oh, yeah, who is it this time?"
Joe looked up at the ceiling in exasperation. "I don't know why you lot always do this."
"It's because we have no lives of our own," Audrey told him. "Now, spill. I'm quite upset Fiona knew before us."
"It probably has nothing to do with the fact that she won't tease as much as you two will," Joe pointed out, waving a gravy-covered potato at Audrey.
Audrey shrugged. "So, she's nicer than Oliver and I. So what? Come on!"
Joe sighed dramatically, although Fiona knew he was enjoying the whole thing. "It's Margaret Miller."
"That cute dark-haired Ravenclaw?" Oliver asked, raising his eyebrow. "Your taste's improved."
"Hey," Fiona cut in. "Joe's fancied me for years, don't you go on about his taste!" She winked at Joe.
"My point precisely," Oliver grinned.
Fiona mock-glared at him, and ignored Joe and Audrey as they rolled their eyes at each other. "What about you, Audrey, got anyone in mind?"
Audrey shook her blonde head. "There's no one here. You know I go for older men, and, since we're the oldest here, the prospects aren't good."
Fiona sat in thought. "Well," she suggested, "you could always go for a teacher, I suppose. I mean, I think Snape's free." She managed to finish her sentence with a straight face, but soon yelled as Audrey kicked her leg.
"Hey, don't go injuring my Reserve Keeper," Oliver chided Audrey. Then his face went thoughtful, and he added, "And, you know, she's right about Snape, although personally I can more see you with someone like Marcus Flint."
Joe coughed to disguise his laugh as Audrey tried to reach across the table to choke Oliver. Fiona had a coughing fit as she attempted to swallow a large piece of potato, laugh, and clutch her bruised shin at the same time.
"Honestly, couldn't you put up a better example for the younger years?" Percy's voice drifted over to them and the the four stopped fighting to grin evilly at him. He sniffed, and turned to continue his conversation with Stuart.
Sally Summers, another of their year, who was sitting next to Audrey, said, "You'd better be finishing dinner. It's a long trek up to the Astronomy Tower, and it takes forever. You don't want to be late for your first lesson."
"And you'd know all about how long it takes to get to the Astronomy Tower, wouldn't you, Sally?" Audrey grinned. "I'm sure you and Tom make that trip all the time." The Tower was a known spot for couples to go for a bit of peace and quiet.
Sally blushed, and Tom, who was sitting opposite her, and next to Oliver, answered, "Nothing wrong with that, Audrey. Even our Head Boy and Girl have been known to make that trip more than is academically necessary."
"And some of us have never made that trip at all," Fiona observed in mock despair, waving at herself, Audrey, and Oliver.
Joe smirked, and said, "You're all just saving yourself for that famous witch or wizard to sweep you off your feet, aren't you?"
"Absolutely not," Audrey objected. "I'm waiting for Indiana Jones to sweep me away on adventures." She named a character in a Muggle film that she'd told Fiona about on numerous occasions.
Fiona laughed as she wiped her plate clean with a slice of bread, and refrained from commenting. Fiona studiously avoided looking at Oliver, although she couldn't help sneaking a glance. His eyes appeared to have glazed over, but, knowing Oliver, he was probably thinking about Quidditch. ... Pulling herself together, Fiona glanced ...
Fiona glanced at the clock in the Great Hall, and began to leave the table. "Where are you going?" asked Oliver.
"I've got to go and get Morna's cloak before heading up there," she told him.
"I'll come with you, I've not got my star chart with me," Oliver said, standing up as well. "We'll meet you lot up there, okay?"
"Okay." Audrey nodded, adding, "I hope you two know the way there."
"Don't worry, I think we can find it all right, we'll just follow the noise of Margaret's screams as Joe attempts to seduce her," Oliver grinned.
"Hey," Joe objected, but didn't say anymore because Fiona was dragging Oliver out of the Hall. "When are those two going to get their heads on straight and realise what's going on in front of them?" Audrey asked despairingly.
Joe shook his head. "I've no idea, but I've given up on helping them totally. If it hadn't been for Oliver…" he didn't finish his sentence, instead standing up in front of a brunette, who Audrey assumed was Margaret. "Hi, Margaret. You going to Astronomy now?" he asked, smiling.
Audrey shook her head, thinking, She doesn't stand a chance, that accent, and that smile! She turned to Stuart, who was just picking up his bag to follow Percy and his girlfriend, Penelope. "Hey, Stuart, I think I'm out of a partner. Do you want to work with me?"
Stuart grinned when he saw Joe talking to Margaret. "These Ravenclaws certainly are taken with the Gryffindor men, aren't they? Yeah, no problem, Audrey, that'd be cool," he said, in answer to her question.
They followed Joe and Margaret out, hearing the girl answer, "Yes, I am. And, yes, I'd love to be your partner. My last one made me do all the work, and I've heard you're quite smart."
Audrey grinned. It sounded like Joe had his work cut out for him, although she didn't doubt for one minute that he would have Margaret as a girlfriend before the week was out. Joe was that kind of guy, although he wasn't a womaniser, but he attracted girls the way honey attracted bees, and was as sweet to them as honey.
The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws made their weary way up to the top of the Astronomy Tower, to see Fiona and Oliver waiting for them. Both had grins on their faces. "Where have you been?" Oliver demanded.
There were several mutters about the fitness of Quidditch players, and Joe returned, "Where have you two been? You're both looking a bit flushed."
Fiona laughed. "You would be too if Oliver had made you run up all those stairs."
"Oliver," Joe chided, "that's no way to treat a lady."
"Who said Fiona was a lady?" Audrey asked, and received a thump on the arm for that. "Cow," she muttered under her breath.
"I could say the same about you," Fiona retorted, and turned to follow Oliver into the observatory.
The class gathered round Professor Sinistra as she explained what they would be doing. The witch was of medium height and lean build, with an enthusiastic gleam in her pale blue eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair stood out against her black robes, which twinkled with imitations of the stars and planets she loved so much. Waving her wand at the tower roof above their heads, she changed it to black, and then replicated the night sky on it. The stars even twinkled. "Now, tonight we are going to be plotting the path of Venus and Mars. I will be magically speeding up their orbits, so that the retrograde motion of Mars can be seen. After that, we will go out onto the roof for a little sky-watching."
Professor Sinistra clapped her hands. "Chop, chop. You know what to do. Get yourselves into a circle."
The students arranged themselves in their pairs in a circle next to the wall of the tower. "Right, when I call your name, Gryffindors first, tell me who your partner is, and I'll send you the parchment on which I want your observations written." Professor Sinistra murmured "Lumos" to her wand, and it lit up, giving off a bluish light. "Archer?"
"Sally Summers," Tom answered, and got a parchment in his face. "Thanks," he muttered.
"Betts?" Sinistra continued, ignoring him.
Hayley replied, "Stephanie Winters," ducking as her parchment attempted to decapitate her.
"Audrey Rose," Stuart said, managing to fend off the parchment, while Audrey stifled her laughter.
"Margaret Miller, ma'am," Joe answered, his accent strong. He caught the parchment between his hands, and grinned at his partner. Fiona and Audrey exchanged an amused look and tried not to giggle.
"Penelope Clearwater," Percy said clearly, the rest of the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws answering with him. He glared at them all, and Penelope blushed. Percy batted the parchment away angrily when it tried to reach him, and Penelope had to pick it up from the floor.
"Oliver Wood," she answered. The parchment came flying through the air at them, and both Oliver and Fiona put their hands out to catch it. Both succeeded, and caught themselves at the same time.
"I don't know, can't keep your hands off each other," Audrey laughed.
"Speak for yourself, Rose," Oliver answered, a smug look on his face.
Audrey Audrey sniffed at him, and turned away, to discuss with Stuart the instructions given to them.
Professor Sinistra continued her call of names, and parchment continued to fly through the air, so that no one dared stand up, should they be covered in paper intent on getting to its destination. Once the register had been taken care of, Sinistra started the quickened orbits of the stars. "Every minute I will temporarily pause the motion, allowing you to take down the positions of the two planets. Right now, I will let it run for one complete orbit, allowing you to see the motion, and also to identify which planets are Venus and Mars."
Fiona stared up at the curved ceiling, upon which the stars were zooming around. She was desperately trying to ignore the shivering feeling that had gone through her body when Oliver's hand had covered hers. Admittedly, it was an accident, but to Fiona, that made no difference. It once again reaffirmed how she felt about her best friend. Stifling a groan, she turned her attention back to the lesson.
Oliver, meanwhile, was quietly observing Fiona. He had felt something akin to a bolt of lightning hit him when he had caught Fiona's hand as well as the parchment, and was trying to determine whether Fiona had felt anything. She seemed somewhat preoccupied, but Oliver couldn't tell whether it was him that was the object of her thoughts or not. His thoughts drifted back over the past few days. If he was feeling very optimistic, he could read positive things into things that Fiona had said, that grey-brown comment, for example. However, Fiona was prone to teasing as much as he was, and sometimes he didn't know when to take her seriously. Shrugging inwardly, Oliver alternated his attention between the sky above him, and the parchment on his lap, attempting to decipher the instructions.
"Fiona, have you figured out what's what, yet?" he asked quietly. The observatory amplified sound, and everyone always talked in whispers when they were up here.
Fiona frowned. "I think so. See that one which is a bit red, well, that's definitely Mars. As for Venus, it could be that one there." She pointed, and Oliver moved his head till it was right behind her shoulder, his gaze following her arm.
"No, I don't think so. See that brighter one there, I think Venus's that one," he replied, keeping the way her hair moved away from his breath out of his mind as much as possible.
He saw Fiona swallow and then stared at where he had pointed. "You're right. Okay, who's going to take the position, and who's going to write?"
Oliver handed her the parchment. "You write. This is going to be marked, and it won't help if Professor Sinistra can't read it."
Fiona laughed quietly, and nodded. "Fair enough."
Sinistra cleared her throat. "That's one orbit completed. I'll stop it briefly now, and then once a minute. Please take your first position."
The students worked quietly and without fuss. Astronomy was a subject that required a lot of attention, and was generally enjoyed by the students. Fiona had always found that the quiet darkness of the Tower dissuaded disobedience. Once the observations had been taken, and the parchments handed in, Sinistra instructed them to take a pair of Stellonoculars, a type of Omnioculars that were used to observe the stars, between two of them, and to go out onto the roof.
Fiona followed Joe and Margaret through the side door of the Tower, onto the slightly sloping roof outside. The autumn breeze was chilly, and she was glad of her sister's cloak. She lay down in her favourite spot, by the wall of the Tower, at the top of the gable. Oliver lay beside her, and breathed out. His breath could just be seen.
"This is my favourite part," Fiona whispered. She waved her hand at all the stars in front of their eyes. "It's so clear it's awesome."
"We're lucky the moon's not out tonight." Oliver handed her the Stellonoculars, and pulled out the list of objects that they had to be able to find. "Okay, first one, Orion Nebula."
"Right, first, gotta find Orion." Fiona looked up at the sky until she had spotted it, and then put the Stellonoculars to her eyes. After a minute of moving them about, seemingly randomly, she said, "I've got it. Here." She gave the Stellonoculars back to Oliver for him to see the Nebula himself, and took the list away from him to cross off that item. Oliver took a picture record of the gas cloud, and then Fiona told him to find the constellation of Taurus.
"I hate this one, it's always so hard to find," Oliver muttered.
"At least we can prove we've found it. Remember when we had to draw the stupid things?" Fiona asked. The Stellonoculars were a new invention, which allowed a photograph to be taken of whatever was being looked at. It was a wizarding photograph, but because of the distance the stars were away from Earth, they appeared not to move in photographs. "I'm surprised I got any marks for Astronomy, considering the state of my drawing."
Oliver smiled. "So am I. We were both pretty pathetic at that. Ah, found it! I'll take a photo now, just in case we lose it."
The lesson continued on, Fiona glad of Oliver's larger body beside her, for, despite the cloak, she had begun to feel the cold. Oliver's body heat was a comfort, in more ways than one.
Everyone returned to the relative warmth of the Tower, to receive a cup of hot chocolate from Professor Sinistra, once they had completed the list. "Well done, everyone. Now, off to bed with you. 'Til next week." She hustled them down the stairs, returned the roof to its normal, unadorned, state, and followed them down. "Come on, you lot, I want to go to bed myself."
"I wonder who's waiting for her," Audrey whispered to Fiona.
"Aud, what a terrible thing to think," Fiona replied, pretending to be shocked. "Honestly, do you ever have a clean thought?"
Audrey pretended to think about it. "Nope," she said, a grin on her face.
Fiona laughed, and linked arms with her as they followed the others down. Just ahead of them, they could hear Joe talking to Margaret. Fiona unabashedly watched them with a small smile on her face.
"So, what did you think of Astronomy tonight?" he asked.
Margaret pursed her lips in thought. "It was interesting. I wouldn't have minded being a bit warmer though." Her eyes, which were an extraordinary colour of turquoise, betrayed the mischief her words implied.
"Really?" Joe put his arm around her shoulder, and leant in to whisper, "Well, next time, I'll make sure you're much warmer."
Margaret smiled. "I'm looking forward to it already." She looked round. "This is where I leave you, Joe." She looked down momentarily at her feet, seemingly shy. When her head came up again, though, Fiona could see the twinkle in her eyes. "So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
"Definitely," Joe affirmed, taking her hand in his. "Farewell, until tomorrow," he said, kissing her hand, and then turning away, leaving Margaret looking somewhat stunned.
Penelope saw her, and smiled. "He's a right one, but he's got a good heart. I think you're onto a good one, there, Margaret."
Margaret ducked her head and blushed. "Me too."
Fiona had deliberately hung back to talk to Tom, and had noticed the exchange. She caught up with Joe as he headed towards the Gryffindor Common Room. "You are such a gentleman. Pity I never got to see you in action before."
Joe grinned, and put his arm around her waist. "And why is that, my dear? Are we having second thoughts? Because, you know, I would drop everything to become your boyfriend."
Fiona laughed, and copied his action, placing her arm around his waist. "No, you wouldn't, at least, not if I had anything to do with it. Margaret's lovely, and you'd be far stupider than you are to drop her. And, in answer to your question, not second thoughts, just wishes that there were two of me."
"So you could have me and Oliver?" Joe asked. "Now, who says there have to be two of you?"
"I think Oliver might object, and you know you would. You two are far too selfish to let a girl have some fun," Fiona said, laughing.
The Fat Lady merely raised her eyebrows at their antics, and opened when Joe managed to gasp out the password. The pair stumbled into the Common Room, arms around each other still, laughing hard.
"Where have you two been?" Oliver asked, coming up to them. His voice had lost its customary lightness, and there was a hardening of his eyes.
Fiona stopped laughing the moment she clapped eyes on him, but didn't let go of Joe. "I was talking to Joe about Margaret," she answered.
Oliver turned towards Joe. "I thought you had decided that she was the one."
Joe nodded. "She is, I think, at least. She has these amazing eyes; they're such a weird colour…" He stopped because Fiona had burst into laughter again. "What?"
"I don't think 'weird' is quite the word you wanted there, Joe," she laughed. "She must be wonderful, if she's knocked the eloquence out of you." She let go of him, and walked up to Oliver, to stand on tiptoe to whisper conspiratorially in his ear, loud enough for Joe to hear, "Joe's got it bad, and so has Margaret. Be prepared for love-struck puppies."
Oliver's eyes had softened as soon as Fiona had released Joe, and Joe noticed that when Fiona was whispering to him, they had taken on a silver sheen. Joe mentally shook his head at the pair and, muttering under his breath something his mother wouldn’t have been happy to hear him say, walked over to talk to Audrey. When were they going to get their act together? All it took was one sentence for it all to come out. Surely Fiona realised that Oliver was a little too protective of her for just a best friend. And Oliver had to have come to the conclusion that Fiona cared about what he thought and how he felt more than anyone else did. They weren't stupid normally, but, Joe reflected, love blinded people. At least it doesn't blind me, I know Margaret's gorgeous and unique, and she likes me, Joe smiled softly to himself, and plumped himself down onto the soft sofa beside Audrey, who was extolling the sights they'd seen that night.
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