Dating a harry potter fangirl
From the author of the New York Times bestseller Eleanor & Park. But for Cath, being a fan is her life—and she’s really good at it.
A coming-of-age tale of fan fiction, family and first love. She and her twin sister, Wren, ensconced themselves in the Simon Snow series when they were just kids; it’s w From the author of the New York Times bestseller Eleanor & Park. But for Cath, being a fan is her life—and she’s really good at it. Hanging out in Simon Snow forums, writing Simon Snow fan fiction, dressing up like the characters for every movie premiere.
Cath was sitting at the foot of the bed, trying not to look like the Pathetic One Who Always Cries.“This is college,” Wren persisted. “Remember when we went on the freshman tour, and that one girl’s room smelled like Italian dressing?
She had smooth, auburn hair and an unlit cigarette in her mouth. She was sitting at the head of Cath’s bed, wearing her infuriating I’m the Mature One face.“And it’s worked out great,” Cath said, waving her arm around their bedroom—at the stacks of books and the Simon Snow posters, at the closet where they shoved all their clothes, not even worrying most of the time what belonged to whom.
”· Fred making funny faces at you in the middle of class.· “Freddie stop that! · Fred trying to persuade you to leave school early with him to help start up Weasley Wizard Wheezes.· “Fred, you know I can’t go.
She’d have to choose her favorites; there wasn’t room for them all on the corkboard, and Cath had already decided not to hang any on the walls, out where God and everybody would notice them. Cath found a place for everything, then sat in the beat-up wooden desk chair. He was spinning around, holding a cat high in the air while a girl jumped and clutched at it. “You’ll hurt him.”The boy laughed and held the cat higher—then noticed Simon standing in the doorway and stopped, his face sharpening.“Hullo,” the dark-haired boy said, letting the cat drop to the floor. Cath is on her own, completely outside of her comfort zone. And she can't stop worrying about her dad, who's loving and fragile and has never really been alone. Maybe Cath should try to catch her dad before he brought up the rest of her boxes.“You must be Cather,” the boy said, grinning and holding out his hand.“Cath,” she said, feeling a panicky jump in her stomach. (She was holding a box anyway, what did he expect from her? “That’s the whole fucking point of having a twin sister.”* * *“This is really nice,” their dad said, looking around Pound 913 and setting a laundry basket full of shoes and books on Cath’s mattress.“It’s not nice, Dad,” Cath said, standing stiffly by the door. And without a TV.”“You’ve got a great view of campus,” he said. She and her roommate—Courtney—had been talking for weeks. The two of them had already met and gone shopping for dorm-room stuff together. Everyone they saw along the way was about Cath’s age. A few, like Cath, had come with their parents, but not many. You can start bringing home chicks now—the coast is clear.”“All my chicks…,” he said, looking down at his plate. “Oh, geez.” She spit it out.“What’s wrong, did you get an eyelid? She couldn’t single-white-female her own twin sister.She's got a surly roommate with a charming, always-around boyfriend, a fiction-writing professor who thinks fan fiction is the end of the civilized world, a handsome classmate who only wants to talk about words . Cath had tagged along and tried not to pout while they picked out posters and matching desk lamps. “It’s like a science fiction story,” she said, “No little kids … “You guys are the only chicks I’m worried about.”“Ugh. Next Cath took out a framed photo of their dad, the one that had always sat on their dresser back home.How the hell am I supposed to get the pink dye out of my hair? Besides pink looks really hot on you baby.”· Getting an apartment together in Diagon Alley across from George’s and his’ shop.· Visiting his family every other day.· Dancing together all night long at Bill and Fleur’s wedding.· Molly gossiping all night long to the other side of the family on how she strongly believes you and Fred will be getting married soon.· George making wedding jokes and puns to the two of you during the whole reception.· Talking nonstop about your future together after the reception.· Fred promising to marry you after everything settled down and when the war was finally over. Her dad and Wren would be up any minute, and Cath didn’t want them to know she was about to melt down. And if either of them melted down, Wren would act like they were doing it on purpose, just to ruin her perfect first day on campus. You’re going to thank me for this, Wren kept saying. Cath had already sent in her university housing forms, and of course she’d put Wren down as her roommate—she hadn’t thought twice about it. When the door shut behind them, she sat on the bare mattress that was apparently hers—feng shui was the least of her issues—and laid her head against the cinder block wall. To take the anxiety she felt like black static behind her eyes and an extra heart in her throat, and shove it all back down to her stomach where it belonged—where she could at least tie it into a nice knot and work around it.Cath was wearing a shimmering green dress, and Abel had a matching cummerbund.It was a good picture of Cath, even though her face looked naked and flat without her glasses. But you can call me Baz—we’re going to be roommates.”Simon scowled and ignored the boy’s pale hand. ”—from chapter 3, Simon Snow and the Mage’s Heir, copyright © 2001 by Gemma T.Looking for someone to cuddle up with and watch your favorite tv show with?Want to find someone you can call up in the middle of the night to let out your feels?