The Snow Dusted On Their Hearts (A Harry Potter Group Story)

The Snow Dusted On Their Hearts (A Harry Potter Group Story)

It's Margaret Tang's fifth year. As if OWL's, Sirius Black escaping Azkaban, and dementors circling the school were stressful enough, Margaret also falls in love with sixth year Callum Shafiq. There is just one small problem. Callum is a Slytherin. Margaret is a Gryffindor.

Group Story by http://www.quibblo.com/user/CVDB (CVDB) and http://www.quibblo.com/user/A_Small_Drop (A_Small_Drop). (Lila had to drop out for personal reasons).

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Chapter 3

Callum Shafiq

Callum was coming to the realization about why he wasn’t usually nice to people. At home, they were all nice to each other, at the expense of fearing their mother’s wrath. In the real world, you were met by that when you were nice and polite.

If he hadn’t been nice, then he would have never had this problem. He had remained civil until he found out she was a Gryffindor, and with her behavior, Callum felt like he deserved an award for that.

It was a shame about her house though. She was rather pretty. Pretty enough that her looks could almost make up for everything else.

Callum knew he was lucky that he didn’t almost say mudblood in front of his family. His father hearing it wouldn’t be so bad, he might scold a little, but he was more understanding of how Callum’s school environment could affect him. He didn’t approve of it, but he wouldn’t throw an absolute fit, like his mum would have. And Irene, well he was pretty sure she would run off to tell mum of his lapse.

Callum internally groaned. Irene. He would have to be more careful at school with her around. Irene had an annoyingly straight moral compass, and wouldn’t hesitate to report to his parents if she thought Callum was being unethical. It wasn’t that Callum was amoral, it was just his compass could be bent to suit his current needs.

Just like he had bent the truth when he had told Margaret he usually wasn’t like this. He didn’t usually say mudblood during the summer, to be fair. Callum wasn’t a liar, he only shared very selective truths. It just depended on how you looked at it.

"Callum," a voice rang out through the street. Callum looked over and saw Phylis Whitehead, also a sixth year, and Terrence Higgs, a seventh year, inviting him to come over. They both were in Callum's house.

What if they had seen him with Margaret? He pushed the thought from his mind. It wasn't a big deal, they had nothing on him. There wasn't any evidence, and Callum wasn't going to incriminate himself.

He walked over and met them. "Hey Phylis," he greeted the smiling blonde. "Hey Terrence," he said to the ex-seeker. Terrence nodded while Phylis gave him a short, friendly, hug. She was very friendly and sensitive, so it greatly amused Callum when he heard other house members describe her as cold and heartless. After he had jinxed them of course.

"It's so good to see you," she said. "Are you ready to go back to school? What classes are you taking?"

Terrence caught Callum's eye and was trying very hard to keep a straight face. He wasn't succeeding that well. Phylis saw it too. "Oh stop that," she said leaning into him lovingly.

"So you two still dating then?" Callum asked, already knowing the answer. Phylis and Terrence smiled in response. Callum had to admit it, they actually were a really good couple.

"What's with the parcels?" Terrence asked. "Surely you don't need that many supplies."

"Most of them are my sisters books," Callum said, "she's starting this year."

"Oh Irene is lovely," Phylis gushed. Her family was friends with Callum's family and so she had often came over for dinners and such, meeting Irene in the process. "She must be so excited."

To this, Callum started laughing. Phylis couldn't have understated that any more. "She's ecstatic," he corrected. "It's actually a bit frightening."

"So what classes are you taking this year?" Phylis asked again.

"Runes, Arithmancy, Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions, and Defense," Callum told her. "You?"

"Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Potions, Defense, and Herbology if I can get in with my Acceptable."

"I thought Sprout took A's for NEWT level," Callum said, slightly alarmed. "I got one too."

Phylis shrugged. "Oh well," she said lightly. "Where are you off too?" She asked. "Terrence and I are going to Flourish and Blott's next."

"Getting treats for Titus," Callum responded, "and then going to Ollivanders and spend a ridiculous amount of time watching Irene choose a wand."

"You could come with us," Terrence offered. "And we could stop by the Quidditch shop and check out the new broomstick model. I'm really curious to see this Firebolt."

"That works," Callum said casually, already turning towards Eeylops Owl Emporium, which happened to be right next to them. Phylis and Terrence followed him in.

“So who was that girl you were walking with?” Terrence asked. “Where did she go?”

Callum cursed silently. “Oh nobody,” he said out loud. “Just somebody I ran into, literally.” He shrugged, “no big deal.”

“She goes to Hogwarts, right?” Terrence asked. “I don’t see where else she could go, unless her parents decided to homeschool her.”

Callum fought a smile, causing his mouth to twitch uncontrollably, in spite of his efforts. Just the thought of muggles homeschooling a wizard or witch in magic was immensely funny to him. Terrence and Phylis looked at him curiously. “Nothing,” Callum said quickly, causing himself to stop smiling by imagining his mother’s reaction if she ever heard him say mudblood.

“So what house is she?” Phylis asked as Callum picked up the owl treats and made his way over to the counter to pay for them.

“I don’t know,” Callum lied, “I didn’t ask. Probably a Ravenclaw or something. It’s not like it really matters, I don’t think I’ll see her again.”

“Four sickles,” the shopkeeper said impatiently, as she had been waiting for them to pay. “Unless you want something else?”

“No, this is all,” Callum said pulling out his money and paying for the owl treats. As they left the store he turned to Terrence. “Are you going to tryout for Quidditch this year?” he asked him.

Terrence seemed to find this funny, as he threw back his head and laughed. “Even if I tried out I wouldn’t get on,” he said. “There can only be one seeker.”

And Draco Malfoy wasn’t going anywhere, Callum finished the statement silently.

“Are you?” Terrence asked. “I still can’t believe you were only a reserve last year, when for three years you had been on the team,” he said, shaking his head. “What happened?”

“No idea,” Callum said honestly, as they wove through the streets, heading to the bookstore. “And yeah, I’m trying out.” He turned to Phylis with a glint in his eye. “Are you trying out?” He asked her in a serious tone of voice, resulting in her glaring at him and Terrence to start snickering. Phylis wasn’t always the most graceful; and as they had discovered in Astronomy in their first year, deathly afraid of heights.

Callum started laughing along with Terrence at the sight of Phylis’ outraged expression. “That wasn’t funny,” she said darkly, causing the two boys to laugh even harder, as Terrence pushed open the door to Flourish and Blott’s, admitting them into the store. “It wasn’t,” she protested.

“Sure,” Callum said sarcastically. “Just go and get your books.”

“I hope you know I hate you,” Phylis told him, however Callum knew she really didn’t mean it.

Terrence and Phylis turned and told the storekeeper their books. “...and two of the Monster Book of Monsters,” Terrence finished. Callum thought the storekeeper was about to cry at hearing that. He turned, complaining, and went to war with the caged books, trying to get two out for Phylis and Terrence.

“That’s our textbook?” Terrence sputtered. “There has to be some kind of a mistake. That’s not a textbook, that’s a-- a--”

“Bloody stupid carnivorous abomination!” The shopkeeper shouted as he managed to get one book out, handing it to Phylis.

“Exactly,” Terrence said in agreement. “A bloody stupid carnivorous abomination!”

“How are we even supposed to use it?” Phylis asked. “I would like to keep my fingers while trying to do my homework,” she spat.

The shopkeeper pulled out a second book and thrust it into Terrence’s hands. “We are never stocking it again!” He cried, as Phylis and Terrence payed for their books. “Never!”

“Well that was interesting,” Phylis remarked as the left the store, the bell to the shop clanging behind them. “What’s next? Man eating robes?” She asked sarcastically. “Wait until my mother hears about this!” Mrs. Whitehead was a school governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Phylis’ “threat” was actually a pretty legitimate one. “What the hell was Kettleburn thinking?”

“I should go see how Irene and dad are doing,” Callum said, dismissing himself, figuring that even Irene couldn’t spend this much time on supply shopping and not be at least close to finishing. “I’ll see you guys at school.”They parted ways, and Callum headed to Ollivanders, hoping that Irene had finished so they could go home. He wanted to practice some, maybe he would see if Irene would practice with him. Callum was not being a reserve this year. It was unbecoming of his talents and skill.

He wanted to see the latest broom model, the Firebolt, and it was with a twinge of regret that he pushed open the door to the wand shop. Maybe he could stop back by Quality Quidditch Supplies before they left Diagon Alley.

As he came in, Mr. Ollivander looked up from where he was wrapping up Irene’s wand. “Ah, Mr. Shafiq,” he said. “I remember your wand, quite the opposite of your sister’s, it is. Spruce, a rather difficult wood, but when paired with the correct person, capable of the most interesting magic. Dragon heartstring, thirteen and a half inches, reasonably supple; quite the wand isn’t it, wouldn’t you agree Mr. Shafiq?”

“Yes sir,” Callum said. “I’m quite fond of it.”

"Is that so?" Mr Ollivander said, giving a tight lipped smile. "The wand chooses the wizard Mr. Shafiq."

"So I've heard," Callum muttered under his breath before turning to Irene. "What's your wand?" He asked her.

"Dogwood, unicorn hair, rigid, eleven and a half inches," Irene recited eagerly as they left from the barely-lit store into the bright light of the streets. "I'll show it to you when we get home." She was bursting with enthusiasm and untampered energy.

"Hey dad," Callum said, "could we maybe stop by Quality Quidditch Supplies?"

"What have you been doing all this time?" Abraham Shafiq asked with a humorous glint in his eyes.

"I ran into some friends," Callum explained, and it was true enough. "I didn't have enough time to go look there."

"I assume you want to go because of the Firebolt," Mr. Shafiq said knowingly.

"So can we go?"

"Sure," Callum's dad said with a laugh. "Let's just get ice cream first." He leaned over and whispered into Callum's ear, "that was how we got her to be still in Madame Malkins."

"Bribery, huh?" Callum whispered back, liking his father's methods.

"It worked," he said, almost as if defending himself, without a tone of defense nesting itself into his voice.

"I'm not judging," Callum assured with a small laugh. "Do you think maybe I could get a Firebolt for my OWL's?"

Abraham Shafiq sighed. "Possibly," he eventually said, giving the standard non-committing answer. "Depends on it's cost."

Callum knew they had enough gold for it, however that wasn't the problem. The problem was that his mother had decided that none of her children were going to be spoiled snobs, and his father had jumped on the idea. If it cost to much he wouldn't get it, unless he had received thirty OWL's, which didn't happen to say the least.

And so, a half an hour later, with Irene slurping her ice-cream in the background, when his father had requested the price of the Firebolt, Callum knew that he wasn't getting this broom unless it was for OWL's, NEWT's, Christmas, his birthday, and saving another student from the giant squid.

It wasn't like he didn't have an exceptional broom already, Callum thought as they left the shop, heading towards the Leaky Cauldron to return home. There was nothing wrong with the Nimbus Two Thousand and One, he told himself. Nothing at all.

Still it was a bit disappointing. Much like the ending of his collision with Margaret. It was a shame really, she seemed interesting. He would have liked to be able to get to know her better. Unfortunately, that seemed to be an impossibility. Really, today had just been filled with disappointments for Callum.

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