Chapter 117: Trouble (2/2)

”Yeah.”

”So let's visit the post office first.” Jason said and then brushed something from Chris's shoulder.

”What happened?” Chris asked looking at her shoulder.

”There was a beetle on your shoulder.” Jason replied.

”Oh.”

They went to the post office; Chris took a good look around. It really was beautiful for Chris. The owls sat hooting softly down at her, at least three hundred of them; from Great Grays right down to tiny little Scops owls (”Local Deliveries Only”), which were so small they could have sat in the palm of Chris's hand.

Then they visited Zonko's, desipte of Jason's objections. It was completely packed with Hogwarts students, there were jokes and tricks to fulfill even Fred's and George's wildest dreams. Chris found many interesting things and hurriedly brought them when Jason was waiting outside for her.

When Chris left Zonko's joke shop, the weather was getting milder than it had been all year. Chris suggested the Three broomsticks but Jason refused.

”I don't like place. It always too crowded.” Jason replied. ”But I know a place, I heard it's quite peaceful.”

”All right then.” Chris smiled.

Then they made their way up the High Street, past Dervish and Banges, Jason led her up a side road and into a small tea shop. A sign outside told Chris that it was Madam Puddifoot's teashop. It was a cramped, steamy little place where everything seemed to have been decorated with frills or bows. Also there was couples all around the shop.

”Er....” Jason also looked surprised like Chris. ”I swear I didn't... that Theodore. I shouldn't have trusted him.”

Chris laughed, ”Though it's too sweet for my taste, it's cool.”

They sat down at the last remaining table, which was situated in the steamy window. Chris looked around and saw all of the couples were either holding hands or were kissing.

She hurriedly looked away and saw Jason was also looking outside the window.

”What can I get you, m'dears?” said Madam Puddifoot, a very stout woman with a shiny black bun, squeezing between tables came to them.

”Coffee?” Chris asked Jason.

”Sure.” He replied without looking.

”Ok. Two coffees, please,” said Chris to Madam Puddifoot.

As Madam Puddifoot left, Chris chuckled.

”You know my Dad makes great coffee.” She said.

Jason turned to her, a sign of relief was on his face. He smiled.

”My Dad actually a great cook, he makes everything so great...” Chris continued. ”Before I came to Hogwarts he used to make breakfast for me everyday. You know he's a businessman, he have to go to work everyday but still he always spared time for me. As much as he can.”

There coffees arrived and they concentrated on it. Suddenly the couple in front of their table started to kiss, Chris looked away and her eyes fell on a couple sitting in corner. They looked awfully familiar. It was Michael Corner and Ginny holding hands. Chris grinned and decided not to spy on her best friend, so she looked down, then saw something funny. There was another beetle near their legs. Chris was thinking about it when Jason cleared his throat and Chris concentrated on him.

”I don't remember my Dad much.” Jason said. ”I was two when... you know... he..”

”I understand.”

”Yeah.. he died... so it was me and mother since then.” He smiled a little. ”My mother means the world to me. She have no one other than me that's why I always try to stay out of troubles...”

”And I messed it up?”

”No.. not.. but actually yeah kind of.” He sighed. ”I know if you wasn't here then no one could've knew who Jason Fawley is. I was okay to live as a background Slytherin. Taking classes and minding my own business...”

Jason looked at Chris and hold her right hand which was on the table. Something jumped inside Chris's stomach, up and down few times.

”But.. I can't say I was happy.” He said smiling.

Chris smiled back.

”But I'm a trouble, don't you think?” Chris asked grinning.

”Oh you're a walking talking most dangerous trouble.” Jason chuckled. ”Well..nowadays what're you doing inside out of order places?”

”How do you...?”

”I've my ways.. You're practicing potions, aren't you? Because you can't master a art like potions without practicing and I've noticed you're getting better in it.”

”Well that's a compliment coming from Mr Fawley.” Chris chuckled. ”Yes, I'm practicing some advance potions, you know just for general knowledge.”

”See what I meant...”

Both of them grinned.

They finished their coffees and walked out of the shop holding hands. Ginny didn't notice them as she was too busy to explain something to her boyfriend.

On the way something caught Chris's eyes, a Daily Prophet news about Mr Crouch. Chris stopped to read the article, Phrases jumped out at her: hasn't been seen in public since November . . . house appears deserted . . . St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries decline comment . . . Ministry refuses to confirm rumors of critical illness. . . .

”They're making it sound like he's dying,” Jason snorted.

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”Maybe he's but it's a little suspicious.” Chris replied as they resumed their walk.

”Never trust the Daily Prophet. I repeat never.” Jason said firmly.