Hello, I Love You ((Patrica))

[Katya Love S5]

“Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?” Katya chewed on the end of her quill as she looked down at the parchment in front of her. It was a copy of an old O.W.L. exam that her father had given her to study. Most positively one that he had nicked from some office in the ministry that kept track off all those things. Katya was only in her third year, but her father had been pressing upon her the importance of O.W.L.s since last year. She looked over the questions, half of which she didn’t even know what they were asking, and finally shook her head in defeat. It was absolutely pointless. Even with The Doors stuck in her head, Katya couldn’t focus on the exam. She rolled up the parchment and shoved it inside her shoulder bag before slinging that over her shoulder and exiting the classroom that students often used for a study period. It was pretty full today, mostly with OWL students studying for the actual exam coming up. She ran her fingers through her long brown hair and then turned right toward the Great Hall, figuring she could grab a breakfast roll or something. It was nearly ten on a Saturday, and Katya had been up since 6 doing her essay for Astronomy and Herbology because she had procrastinated until she thought it would be intelligent to actually get some work done. As Katya entered the Great Hall, she immediately felt her eyes skim all four house tables. It was a habit, and she couldn’t help it, not that it was something completely horrid. Katya just hated doing it.

She didn’t waste any time reaching past a couple of first year Slytherins and plucking a breakfast roll from the basket in between them. Katya then turned on her heel again and left the Great Hall, feeling like she’d much rather eat outside where it was warm and not so crowded. The breeze was pleasant and Katya smiled softly at the way it pushed her hair away from her face. She bit into the breakfast roll as she made her way down the stone steps toward the lone tree that was planted a couple of meters away from the entrance doors but no where near the lake or forbidden forest. It was a great place to read under, but horrible when it came to flying because it would always get in her way unless she watched how high or low she flew and why would Katya do that? It didn’t matter today, though, because Katya wasn’t planning on flying or reading for that matter. She was just going to sit and enjoy the nice and quiet day with a serene look in her eyes. A look that had been missing for years and only appeared every now and then, and it usually only on days like these. Katya took out her wand and pointed it at the ground while muttering an incantation and almost instantly a blanket appeared beneath the blooming tree. Katya sat down after taking her book bag off and setting it down beside the blanket.

She pulled out her book and surveyed the cover. The cover was always a little unnerving to look at, although this was Katya’s tenth time reading the book. Her father had read thrice as many times as she had, but Katya had never had the patience or even the nerve to read it more than she had already read it. The book made her very afraid of clowns, but she couldn’t stop reading it. “IT” was, in Katya’s opinion, one of Stephen King’s best works. Katya never criticized books by anything, not even their author’s blood. It was a well known fact that Stephen King was a muggle, but even muggles could write well. With a sigh, Katya opened the book to the page she had left off on the night before and began to read. Soon, she was entranced in the story of the killer clown that wreaked havoc and mayhem on Derry. She was so into the story, biting her fingernails with fright and intrigue, that she didn’t realize someone had approached her until they said something. The disturbance made her jump and drop her book from her hands into her lap.

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patricia was walking along grounds of Hogwarts, she was looking for that ruddy cat of Rachel's. She hated doing favors for people, they should be doing favors for her, in her opinion. But her and Rachel were, finally on speaking terms. So she thought it best to help her. She could not find that cat any wear. She the ran down a hills of grass calling out at the cat. "Nubbs.. Nubbs!" No answer sadly. She had thought maybe it was a few steps ahead. She then decided the cat must have wondered inside. Well that was great she had thought. Wasted my precious time to find that stupid cat.. and it goes back inside. How low
Patricia had always disliked cats, she never really like animals. she then Noticed a girl up ahead of her, near the stone steps. She was reading a book it seemed. She was very into it. Patricia strides over to the girl. Maybe if Trisha was lucky, the girl would know were the cat is. As she stopped, she bent down in the girls face while holding her hands behind her back, looking down at her she asked "What are you doing?" she then stepped back as thegirl looked startled and dropped her book. "Sorry to bother you" she said looking at the girl, she had seen her before, but never learned her name. " Have you seen an orange and Black cat run by that responds to the name of nubbs?" she asked politely.

[Katya Love S5]

Katya eyed the girl in front of her. Patrica Dawsinson. The girl was in her year, and house, and obviously they shared a dorm. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m reading you half-wit.” She sneered as she picked up her book and put her thumb at the spot she had been reading before she had been rudely interrupted. Her eyes stared straight at Patrica. Normally, Katya wouldn’t have been so rude to someone talking to her, but this girl had disrupted her reading and it was just getting good. “I’d rather you wouldn’t stick your face in mine like that. Would you like it if someone came and placed their haphazard looking face in yours?” She was about to ask her what she could help Patrica with, but she answered the question for her. Katya rolled her eyes, “Even if I did, why should I tell you? You rudely interrupted my quiet reading time. So, why, pre tell, should I tell you if I’ve seen a cat running around?” Katya watched with a look of annoyance on her face. She was tempted to just open her book and continue reading right there, but she knew for some odd reason that Patrica wouldn’t just go away. If ever Katya cherished her isolation it was at times like these where people she couldn’t tolerate seemed to think they could randomly start conversations with her.

She sighed and rolled her eyes again, “No. I haven’t seen any cat running around here. There are simpler ways of finding a lost pet, you know. You are a witch. There are spells that can point you in the direction of your lost pet, I’m sure.” Katya smirked and then lifted her book again. She opened it to where she had left off and started to read again. The girl didn’t seem to be leaving any time soon, though. She figured she would just ignore her and maybe she would leave. No, of course not. That would be just too easy. Katya looked up at Patrica expectantly and raised an eyebrow; “Is there something else I can help you with? Or are you enjoying taking away my leisure time?” If only Patrica had left her alone, she wouldn’t be in such a bad mood.

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patrica rolled her eyes at the girl, how dare she speak to her like that. " I am sorry my dear" she said in a mocking tone, she smiled an innocent smile at the girl. " Oh reading a book" she said playfully and grabbed the book. She held it up to her face and began to read out load holding it. "And the boy ran, ran as far of as he could, he was so frightened of the clown. What could he do with his fierce devilish eyes and sharp teeth." Patrica then slammed the book shut, losing the girls spot on purpose. "whoops" she said with a laugh. She slowly walked over to the girl and smiled, she then hurled the book over her shoulder. " I asked you politely were that bloody cat was....now be ever so gracious and tell me love?" she said with a sincere smile. " You see I am looking for that ruddy cat as a favor to Rachel Mason. It is her cat Nibbs, and she asked for help, then again she should be helping me." she said the last part to herself. She looked at the girl and blinked. "Well are you going to tell me.. or are you going to stand there like a bloody fool, and stare and the trashed muggle book?" she asked raising an eyebrow at the girl
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[Katya Love S5]

“Yes, a book, something you’ve probably never looked at in your life.” Katya spoke with a dull tone as the girl tore the book from her hands and began to read an excerpt from it. She doubted it was an actual excerpt, considering Stephen King wrote words so much better than that and she had read it 10 times before and not once did that sentence come to mind. She didn’t say anything, however, as she waited for Patrica to quit acting like she was four. “Very good, Dawsinson, can you write, too? Perhaps you aren’t as thick as I thought you were.” Katya stared intensely at the girl, wondering how long it would take for her to realize that she wasn’t worth Katya’s time, especially leisure time. She continued to watch as Patrica slammed the book shut, ultimately losing her place (what good did that do? Considering Katya knew the page number, which happened to be 178), and then hurled the book over her shoulder. Katya merely tilted her head to the right as she listened to Patrica speak.

She didn’t answer her, and that seemed to really irritate Patrica, because she pressed for an answer after only a moment or two of silence from Katya’s end. Katya was accessing the idea that Patrica was really just a lonely person who thought she would be happy if she used little words to make people feel inferior. It wasn’t working on Katya, though, because Katya knew bigger words to use to make herself feel superior. After a moment of silence, Katya shrugged and took out her wand. “Accio book!” The book flew to her hands and she opened it to page 178 before looking up at Patrica. “If I told you the giant squid in the lake ate it, would you run in after it? I’m sure we’d all get a good laugh and I wouldn’t have to stare at your horrid face anymore.”

Katya didn’t wait for an answer, she brought the book up to her eye level and started to read again. It was amazing how she wouldn’t get too terribly irritated unless someone mentioned something about her mother. The good thing was, no one knew anything about her mother at Hogwarts, so they couldn’t bring her up in a conversation. No, Katya would always have the upper hand when it came to arguments; simply because… well… the whole point of arguments was to make sure that you always stayed calmer and more collected than the other person, wasn’t it?