Ernie Macmillan (ernie_sfh) wrote in steadfast_heart,
Ernie Macmillan
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Who says you can't have it all?

He thought something was odd when he went to kiss her and she turned around to talk to Parvati. Maybe she hadn't seen him, although he had thought he was pretty hard to miss these days. He had gotten a new hair cut, thanks to Megan and her bewitched scissors, and a couple of jerseys like the other Quidditch players. Now he felt like a true Quidditch player and not just the hanger-on he had been in the past.

When he tried again, she smiled coolly at him but let him put his arm around her waist. Parvati walked on the other side of him, talking excitedly about the outfit she was hoping to purchase. Lavender was somewhere, laughing. He could hear her.

"We're just waiting for Justin and then we can go," he said during one of Parvati's breaks for breath.

"Are we really?" Tracey asked. "Could he just catch up with us on the way?"

"Um, sure," he mumbled, hoping that Justin didn't mind. Reaching forward, he opened the door and ushered them through to the hallway.

"Not going to wait for me?" Justin asked from the stairway as the portrait started to close.

Ernie pushed it back open and walked back through. "Hurry up and get your jacket and you can walk with us."

"No thanks," he growled. "I'll find someone else so I don't get in the way of your new group of harpies."

"Don't insult my girlfriend!"

Justin just looked at him with that exasperated look he got sometimes and slung his jacket over his shoulder. "If you don't see the truth, I'm not going to tell you straight out. Figure it out for yourself."
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Terry looked up as Lisa and Wayne came towards where he and Megan were sitting in the square. "Took you long enough," he commented.

"Yeah, my shoe came untied," Lisa said. Her cheeks turned pink and Terry poked Megan in the side and shook his head.

"A likely story. We ready?"

"Did Padma come?" Lisa asked.

Terry shook his head, feeling a little stab of pain at the thought of his earlier conversation with her. "No, she was going with Mick, I think." He dug his fingers into his pockets. "Guess they wanted to be alone." He tried to smile and managed a fairly good job of it. "Just means I can devote more attention to the two of you." He looked up at Wayne. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your girl." He spotted Zach and some of the boys down the Quidditch team, as they walked by. For a second he thought Megan's grip on his arm tightened, and remebered again what he'd thought about her and Zach.

Wayne kissed Lisa on the cheek and took off after his friends, his long legs eating up the ground. As soon as he turned the corner, Terry stood up, hauling Megan to her feet and offering Lisa his free arm. "Well, ladies, shall we?"
"Yes. Let's go." Megan smiled at Terry and then at Lisa. In the last week, she had spent quite a bit of time with Terry and had gotten to know Lisa better. Even though a part of her wanted to walk to town with the other group that had just left, she knew that she needed to break out of this rut she had gotten herself into. She needed to experience shopping like what Terry had promised her.

It was a short walk compared to what she was used to, considering the three of them laughed and chatted the entire way. Pulling her scarf more securely around her neck to ward off the wind that had picked up, Megan excitedly listened to Terry talk about the new colors for this fall. "They change colors of things?" she asked. This was all new to her but it was so exciting.
He took a look at her. "Of course, you Hufflepuffs really do live in the dungeon, don't you?" He winked and pulled her to a stop in front of Gladrags. "See that Russett color? Get a polar neck in that color and pair it with a pair of cocoa colored trousers, it will look great with your coloring. That suede jacket is nice too." She really did have pretty features, and really lovely hair. Just a little out of control, but nothing some product wouldn't help.

He took her hand and pulled her inside, waiting for Lisa to follow them. "Come on, let's have you try it on while I look at these winter cloaks."
Megan pulled out the clothes she was instructed and walked back to the changing rooms. The image in the mirror made her smile. Terry certainly did know his colors.

Stepping out of the changing room, she asked, "How does it look? I'm not sure about this polar neck, though. It might be too tight."

Terry chuckled, walking over to stand behind her in the mirror. "No. It's supposed to look like that."

She looked at the picture the two of them made in the mirror and smiled. "It's an interesting outfit. I don't think I've ever worn anything like this before. Do I look okay?" Suddenly, she felt very self conscious.
Terry smiled at her. "You look better than okay, you look gorgeous." He turned to Lisa who was trying on scarves. "Doesn't she look great?" He turned back to her and put one arm around her shoulder. "See, that's the thing about a nice outfit, it makes you feel like you can do anything you set your mind to... maybe even get some guy you have your eye on." The thought made him shake his head at himself and he met her eyes in the mirror. "You know what else you need though? You should cut a little of this off." His fingers brushed one of her curls.

He saw her look of panic and grinned. "Not alot, don't worry, but just enough to make a difference, you'll look like a star."

Lisa came up behind her and looked at her critically. "I like the outfit, it's really good, I have a pair of boots that I never wear that would look perfect with it too, I'll give them to you when we get back. The look suits you. Very European without being too fussy, just classy." She grinned as Megan's eyes widened. "We should find a few more things and then we could go to the hair salon, I need to have my roots magicked. I do it myself but they're better at it." She smiled. "What, you thought I was a natural blonde? Just don't tell Wayne, a girl's got to have some secrets."
"I've never cut my own hair," she said in a small voice. "Are you sure? I, uh, I..."

Lisa saved her, pulling her down into a chair. "Deep breaths, Megan. Like Terry said, just enough to make a difference. It'll be fun."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he said, suddenly looking worried.

She really must look a mess for them to be this concerned. They knew what they were talking about. Taking a deep breath like Lisa had instructed, she smiled. "Okay. Just a bit. And I won't tell Wayne. I think you're hair is pretty."

For a second, she wondered what it must be like to have straight, blonde hair. You wouldn't be you anymore something reminded her in her head.

"So, what else do I need to buy? European sounds interesting but I want it to be comfortable. If I can't be me, it's not worth it."

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Tracy rolled her eyes as she waited for Ernie to come out. "This is getting old," she snapped at Parvati. "Remind me to find someone else after the first of the month."

"I think he's kind of nice," Parvati started to say. She shut up just as Ernie came back out of his common room.

"There you are," Tracy said, taking his arm. "I thought you were going to abandon us out here." She smiled at him as they started down the stairs. Might as well make the best of it after all. Perhaps today she'd start to cast her eye around for someone knew. Ernie was sweet, but after a while sweet became ... well, boring.

Parvati walked on the other side of Ernie talking to him about something while Lavender followed behind. Tracy really didn't listen to the conversation. After all, it wasn't about her, so it couldn't be that important, now could it?
"Hey, Lavender?" Ernie called out over his shoulder. "Have you heard the one about the dog who only had one leg? His name was Skip." Sure enough, that set her off in a peel of laughter. Winking at Tracey, who was suddenly absorbed in her nails, he sighed. Something was wrong.

"I like your new jersey," Parvati said. "It matches your eyes."

He looked down at her and smiled. The color match hadn't occurred until she said something. "Thanks. I got it because the colors match my plaid."

"Your what?" Tracey asked.

"My plaid. The colors that represent my clan. Um, my family. Each group in Scotland has a specific grouping of colors that symbolize their specific clan. We're made of up of a lot of people so it's an easy way of identifying ourselves, for one thing. Like McGonagall. She wears her plaid openly even though it was outlawed generations ago."
arvati smiled. "Kind of like in our country, a lot of the colors and jewelry our particular to certain families. Like my father's line, only the Princes and Princesses of our region are allowed to wear the royal purple, it's Padma's favorite color, but she doesn't wear it, she doesn't like people to know." She just shook her head. She never understood that about her sister. To her being royal was part of who she was, as far as Padma was concerned it was a burden. She was aware that Ernie was staring at her.

"What?" she asked. "Didn't Justin ever tell you that our father is a Prince?"

Tracy chose that moment to drop back and talk to Lavender, leaving Parvati walking alone with Ernie. She felt glad about it for some reason. She adored Tracy, the girl was one of her best friends, and undoubtedly one of the more popular girls in school, but she had to admit, she kind of liked Ernie more than the usual boys Tracy chose. He, at least, was kind and had something intelligent to say rather than hanging on Tracy's every word.
Ernie was intrigued. Outside of his fellow Scots, he'd never really met anyone who understood having a responsibility to family. Or any other group of people. "No, he never did. He doesn't talk about her much, though. Does that make you a princess? That must be interesting."

He and Parvati continued to talk about their families and customs until they came to the first shop. "We'll be awhile. Why don't you sit there," Tracey offered, handing him her coat.

"Sure." Suddenly, he wasn't so sure he was going to enjoy this kind of shopping.
Tracy went into the shop, leaving Ernie waiting outside. This was stop one, and at least they had someone to watch their bags. She immediately went to the dress robes section. Rumor had it according to Draco and Pansy that there would be a Ball around the Holidays. She hadn't decided yet who she'd let have the honor of taking her, but there was no way her dress was coming off the rack. She wanted to get some ideas, then she'd have Madam Malkins make her dress to order. Her mother always said that Couture was THE only way to go.

She saw Parvati browsing through some cute twinsets while Lavender looked over a set of handbags. "Parvati, when you're done, go keep Ernie company. Lavender, I need your opinion on this." Maybe if she was lucky Ernie would start to like Parvati. It would make dumping him easier, especially if he felt guilty about hitting on her best friend. The thought made her snicker a little as she pulled a dress over her perfect figure.

She frowned at the cream colored fabric. "This looks terrible," she said. "Find me the red, would you Lav?" She straighened the neckline and examined the love bite Ernie had left on her throat. Yes, this could take a while.
Ernie watched as different groups of people passed by his station. He felt a lot like a sentry, making sure that the people he saw where staying away from his post. What exactly he was guarding, he had no idea.

"I'm supposed to keep you company," Parvati said, leaning against the wall next to him.

"Tracey thinking of my welfare? How sweet," he answered stoically. "I'm assuming this means she won't be done for quite some time. Wonderful."

They were quiet, both watching the people on the street. Finally, he'd had enough. This wasn't fun. If he couldn't be having fun, what was the use of coming. "Why don't you take Tracey her coat and we'll head over to the bookstore. She can find us when she's ready or we'll pick her up on the way out of town."

Parvati took the coat from him and went into the store. No telling what was happening in there. He wasn't completely sure that Tracey would like him thinking for himself.

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Slamming his jacket back onto the couch, Justin put his hands in his pocket and swore repeatedly. Just when he had thought he was getting his friend back after the horrible way he had treated him, something like this happens. Of course, it was just his luck. Was nothing going to go right this year?

Because he knew that she wouldn't have gone with any of the others, he climbed the stairs to the girls room and opened her door with a knock the doorframe.

"Hey. I suddenly need someone to walk with to Hogsmeade. See, the path scares me. You never know what might jump out at you. Think you can go along and protect me?"

Susan looked up from her book. "What?"

"Come to Hogsmeade and protect me. I'll even buy you a butterbear. Please?"
She looked up at him in surprise. None of the boys ever came in here, she hadn't even known it was possible. Sprout was such a trusting type. She looked down at her sweatpants and t-shirt, suddenly self conscious.

"I really wasn't planning on going," she told him, "I'm not even dressed yet."

Justin gave her a pleading look and she relented, smiling at him and pulling her hair out of it's pony tail. "Alright, but only if I get butterbeer AND a chocolate frog out of it. And you need to give me a second to dress."

He smiled at her and walked over to her armoire, pulling out the first piece of clothing at hand and tossing it over his shoulder. "In a hurry are you?" she asked, finally laughing. "Well there's no way I'm wearing that. Go downstairs and give me ten minutes, I'll be down." The look he sent her was doubtful and she through the bright purple tank top at his head. "I promise okay? Now move."

After a second, during which he gave her a look that puzzled her a little, almost as if he was surprised to find them joking around, he left. She found herself humming a little tune as she took a quick shower. It was actually more like twelve minutes by the time she came downstairs, her long red hair brushed out over her shoulders and wearing jeans, boots, and a black shirt with a courderoy blazer. "Okay, I'm presentable now. So while we walk are you going to tell me what freaked you out? Or should I just be prepared for any danger that comes our way?"
"Oh, any danger. You never really know what is out there. I've heard talk about a three-headed dog, you know." Justin leaned down and whispered, "Just when you think you're safe..." When he touched her other shoulder with his hand, she jumped slightly but didn't scream like he had been hoping. Darn, that was a good one, too. It always seemed to work for Wayne.

She looked at him and lifted an eyebrow. "I haven't fallen for that in ages."

All he could do was shrug his shoulder. "Sorry. I just didn't want to walk to Hogsmeade alone. I wouldn't have gone at all but I need some new quills. All this studying has been hard on my school supplies. Don't you need anything? Books? Parchment? Something to go with your purple top?"
"Just for that you are so coming into the clothing store with me. As a matter of fact I need a new pair of school shoes." He groaned, and she laughed, poking him in the side. It was weird really, when had they become friends? It seemed that suddenly now that she wasn't trying they really could get along. It was a shame really, if she'd just realized this ages ago maybe things would have worked out differently.

"I do need shoes though, and some quills would be good. I've been thinking about keeping a diary too, maybe we could stop at the bookstore?" She smiled up at him and felt good when he looked down at her and smiled back.

"So I don't believe the story about the three headed dog, don't tell me, Ernie had Tracy with him didn't he? I don't blame you for not wanting to hang out with her. I won't even hang out with her and that should tell you something." She laughed at herself, but it was a hard laugh. In the past year she'd learned alot about herself, mostly that she didn't like herself very much. About as much as she disliked certain other people. Tracy and she had hung out for a while, but something about the girl made her uncomfortable. They were a little too much alike, and if there was one thing Susan couldn't stand it was competition.
"Try telling him that," he muttered. And he had tried but it hadn't worked. All Ernie could see was Tracey, or, better yet, what Tracey represented. "It's just a phase, I keep telling myself. He'll see through her, sooner or later. What he really wants is to be the best, and, in his little brain, to be the best Quidditch player, he needs to have a string of girls hanging on his every word. The only person I see like that is Roger Davies and he's not nearly as good as Cedric, who only ever has one person and I don't think anyone is supposed to notice her."

Kicking a pebble out the way, he stuck his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Something round jostled against his fingers and he pulled it out. A button.

But not just any button. Quickly, he put it back in his pocket. He hadn't ever given it back to her after that day it had fallen off her black coat. Holding it tight, he smiled at the thought.
"Don't worry, he's not her type. It'll be over sooner than it began. To Tracy he's just a new challenge." She managed not to blush as she remembered that she had treated Ernie in much the same way. But it had been different, she reminded herself. It had started out as a ploy, but she had grown to like him as a friend.

She saw Justin smile, and she skipped a step, settling back down with a bounce. "I'm having a good time." Her voice was surprised, and she felt heat rise to her cheeks. She hadn't meant to say that outloud.

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"Me? Jealous? No." He was surprised to see Justin with Susan, was all. They had talked together once or twice but he didn't think that they were cozy enough to be shopping together. "Might as well go say hello."

She nodded and they walked over to where Susan stood in front of the journals. "Hi, Susan." He lamely couldn't think of anything else to say but Parvati exclaimed over the journal Susan was holding.

Ernie looked over to where Justin was standing by the window. He was leaning on the glass, looking a little like the old, intense Justin. "Seeing if the glass is clean enough?" he asked, walking over to see what his friend was looking at.

"No. It was nothing." He turned back around and stared at Ernie. "Having fun with the harpies?"

"We ditched two of them and came to find our own fun." He pointed back to where Parvati and Susan were talking. Justin's eyes narrowed and he nodded quietly.
Susan was a little surprised that Parvati was talking to her, but didn't show it. After all, the other girl probably had no idea about Hufflepuff house politics.

"I'm not sure about this one," she said to the other girl, "the tapestry cover is nice but well ..." she wrinkled her nose. "It's Slytherin colors."

Parvati laughed and got down on her knees to look at the part of the display below their eyelevel. After a few minutes of searching she came up with a couple of journals. One was a rich Morrocoan leather, a deep burnished tan with a black velvet riboon to mark the pages.

"Oh, that's perfect," Susan said, running her hands over the spine. It was small and fit neatly in her hands. "I wouldn't have thought to look down there."

Parvati shrugged her shoulders. It was a free and easy movement that matched her smile, and she wondered why she'd never said much to the other girl before. "I aim to please," she said. "It's an old shopping technique. I can't tell you how many good things I've found on the bottom shelf that other people have overlooked." The dark haired girl looked through the journals and chose a fabric backed one with purple and pink stripes and gold embroidery. "I think I'll get one too."

Just then the two boys strolled up to join them and Susan smiled at Parvati. "Justin and I were going to go to the sticks. You two want to come?" It seemed nice to be able to invite someone for a change. Maybe Parvati would even say yes.
"That sounds nice," Ernie said, smiling at Susan and then Parvati. "Should we join them?"

He waited patiently while the three of them paid for their purchases and then the two couples walked to the Three Broomsticks. It was easy to see that Justin was suddenly ill at ease but he wasn't sure if that was because of their conversation earlier or because of Parvati. Or maybe it was just because they were two obvious couples that were very odd in comparison to the couples they had been a year ago.

The service was slow at the Sticks but they talked about Quidditch, as always, and the coming excitment of the Triwizard Tournament. He could hear others talking about it as well.

"I wonder who will participate," he speculated, letting his fingers wipe the persiptation off the outside of his glass. "Five knuts that it's not a Slytherin. I don't thin they have the guts."
"No way I'm taking those odds," said Parvati. "It's obvious it won't be a Slytherin. None of them have what it takes." She tilted her head to the side. "Angelina Johnson said she's going to try. And I think Cedric Diggory from your house. He'd be good, and at least we'd have someone cute to cheer on." She laughed as the boys rolled their eyes at her, although Susan nodded in agreement.

Beside her Ernie shifted and she looked over at him, her lips twitching. "Oh, don't worry, MacMillan. We all know he's crazy for Cho, besides, I can only handle one Quidditch player at a time." She batted her eyelashes at him, amused and took a drink of her butterbeer. When she set the glass down she realized Justin was staring at her almost curiously. It probably was strange for him, she realized. To see her and be reminded of her twin.

"It'll be scary though, the tournament," she said, trying to keep the subject back to something a little less flirty. "People have died before, you know."
"Dumbledore wouldn't allow that here," Justin said, suddenly hoping he was right. He couldn't imagine anyone that he knew dying. It would be strange.

Suddenly, he remembered what it had been like second year, when he'd been frozen by the basilisk. Was that like what death was? Would anyone have mourned him if he had died that day, instead of just being catatonic for a majority of the year.

He glanced up but looked back down as he caught himself looking at Parvati. She was so much like her. So much it was starting to hurt again. Rubbing his chest, he drank down the last of his butterbeer. "We should probably head back now. It's getting late."
Everyone started to stand up. They tossed some coins on the table and headed out. Ernie and Parvati walked a little ahead, and Justin fell behind. As they passed the cobblers, Susan grabbed his hand. "Oh, wait, I still need school shoes, it will just take a second, I promise."

She shouted for the others to go ahead and pulled Justin inside. He stood quietly while the Cobbler measured her foot with his wand, and within a few minutes she had a brand new pair of well polished loafers. She took the bag and was surprised when Justin took it and the bag from the book shop as well, holding them with his own package with one hand.

They started out of the village, the late afternoon air turning crisp, and Susan rubbed her arms with her hands. "Thanks for waiting. Mine were getting a hole in the bottom and my repairs weren't working any more." They walked in silence for a minute and finally she looked over at him. He was quiet, but that was okay. Today had turned out a lot differently than she'd have thought, and she wasn't sure what to think about it.

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Parvati and Ernie started up the path, and after a few minutes, Susan and Justin stopped off at a shop, leaving the two of them alone to face the walk up to the school.

She swung her bag from the book shop and looked over at him. He was looking around them as they walked, and when she slid her hand into his he laced their fingers together without comment.

"So, I had a nice time," she told him. "Sorry about Tracy and all. But I'm glad I got to spend time with you." She cleared her throat and looked at him from the corner of her eye. "I mean that, you know."

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