He was going to be late. It was all Rebecca's fault, or he liked to think it was her fault. Really it was her friends fault. Writing to her that morning Becca discovered that her friends couldn't make it until forty minutes or so after their originally planned time.
Cupid had intended to write to Katie, telling her, but not knowing if she was at home or Hogwarts for Christmas the Slytherin couldn't determine whether she'd receive his letter. All he could hope was that she wouldn't be mad, that she would wait. How romantic. Expecting a girl to wait forty minutes for him without knowing why. He knew it could be tough and had prepared to apologise profusely for his tardiness. That's if he could find her. Katie had wanted him to meet inside Hogwarts, which was odd considering he was at home for Christmas, but if he couldn't find her in Hogsmede then he'd advance onto Hogwarts.
'Hurry up, Cupid!' Becca shouted from the kitchen. They were using the floo network to reach Hogsmede. Not that Cupid was pleased but owing to the fact that his Mother was working and his Grandmother didn't like to apparate in her age it was the only option.
Stepping into the open fireplace Becca grasped a handful of power, linked arms with Cupid then spoke the words: 'The Three Broomsticks' before dropping the floo powder onto the ground, letting it react with the ash and send them away in an explosion of emerald flames.
CRASH! The pair slide out from the chimney in the three broomsticks. The busy three broomsticks, as usual. A few warlocks chuckled as Cupid quickly glanced in a nearby mirror to check his hair and dust himself off, not that he cared. They were warty and withered. If they were his age they'd understand.
'I'll meet you back here at seven o clock.' Becca told Cupid, not paying him any true attention as her eyes had caught sight of two of her Quidditch Team friends who were leaving the pub.
'Bye.' Cupid muttered, finally finishing his hair. Now to find Katie. It made sense to check Honeydukes, the joke shop, the gardens of solace. There would be no need to check the Hogs Head, she wouldn't be there and Cupid wouldn't be seen dead in the run down building that claimed itself to be a pub.
Walking to the door, he stopped. Was that? Wow. It seemed Cupid wouldn't have to check Honeydukes after all. Katie was sat in the corner, teary-eyed and lonely.
'Katie?' Cupid asked, apprehensively. The Slytherin had thought the most challenging bit would be finding his friend, but now his nerves were tingling. He'd have to explain why he was late and already she was upset. Was she upset because of him? Had he let her down like that older boy had?
Cupid didn't know much about him besides the fact that Katie had been upset by him since the party. At least that's all Becca would tell him anyway. Hopefully they'd clear up the drama of the party. Guilt constructed Cupid. Whilst she'd been left in the corner, alone, crying, he'd been at the forefront of the attention. Center of the dancefloor, laughing and singing along to the music. At one point a group of seventh year Slytherin's even lifted him in the air and had him surf the crowd. That had been the highlight of his night. The attention. The feeling of greatness that he had always intended to command. For the first time the party had gave him real hope and made him realise being known, being great was exactly what he wanted to achieve in life. Already he had began to achieve it at school. Next: life.
'Sorry I'm late.' Cupid softly said, remaining stood by Katie's table. 'Can I sit with you?'
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