Okay, okay, here we go. Chapter two.
Oh, I have to mention something, the, "Katie" being silent in, "Katie Bell" was something I borrowed from a very good author on here whose name escapes me, she named her cat, "Oliver Wood" but the "Wood" was silent. Lol.
"Wood! WOOD… WOOD!!!" "What, coach?" "are you feeling alright?" "Why?" "Well, you just let the quaffle through three times and you didn't even blink!" Oliver contemplated for a moment, "oh. Hm, actually coach, if you really want to know, I've been having trouble sleeping, and I'm not feeling all that great right now." Oliver was actually doing fine, but he needed time to sort out how he felt about Katie. And the part about not sleeping was true, but that would be solved as soon as he resolved his feelings about Katie. (Poor, naïve, Oliver…) But his coach knew Oliver. He knew all of his team, they're a family. And he knew that Oliver wouldn't try to skive off of practice just because of a tummy ache. And quite frankly, he knew that Oliver was probably having an emotional problem, as those were the ones he had the least often, and therefore were the ones he was most inexperienced with. So coach, who's name is Greg Yahts by the way, ended practice. But not before taking Oliver aside as he headed towards the showers. "Listen, Wood, I know that I don't seem like the romantic or sentimental sort of person, but here's a word of advice, don't fool yourself into thinking something that's convenient. Follow your gut; it's always right." Coach paused for a moment, "Almost. Anyway, tomorrow morning, 5 o'clock, something sharpish!" Wood stared at his coach, a bemused expression on his face, "er, right, Coach.. Um, thanks…"
Once he reached his flat, Oliver collapsed onto the sofa, "hey Bell, how are you?" He asked his cat, Bell, (wow, he even calls his cat 'Bell' and still hasn't figured it out.) The cat -who was very much like Crookshanks in the fact that Bell was a VERY intelligent cat- meowed plaintively, "Oh! Sorry, Bell, I forgot to feed you, didn't I?" The cat meowed again, as if to say, "I can't believe you're so pathetic that you're talking to a CAT, and yes, you DID forget to feed me thank you very much! Now do so." Oliver only seemed to get the "Feed me." Part, so he didn't know that he was actually, truly pathetic… "You know, Bell?" he said to the cat as he got her food out, "I'm really glad I have you, I mean, you're a really great cat, and you give me something to talk to. That's alive I mean." The cat purred, and rubbed against his legs, probably more because he was holding a bowl of food in his hands rather than because of what he said, but oh well…
Oliver set the bowl down and went into his bedroom and got Bell's collar, the band itself was a green suede material, and it had two things hanging off of it, one was a (surprise) bell, and the other was Bell's name tag, if a muggle read it, all it said was, "Katie Bell. If found, please return to condo no. 14, Revels Square." If a Wizard or Witch saw it though, it read, "Katie Bell, if found, please return to Flat 20, Diagon Alley. Or, Floo to Oliver Wood's Flat." Katie Bell was the cat's full name, but the Katie was silent.
Anyway, Oliver went out to the kitchen and managed to put the collar on Bell (how he did that, I have no idea, I can't even imagine trying to get a collar on my cat.) then he picked the cat up, and brought her outside, "C'mon, Bell, let's go for a walk, I need to think." The cat meowed happily, and trotted forward, occasionally looking back to see if Oliver was following her. Oliver slowly walked forward, lost in thought, 'Katie, Kates, Kat, Kitty, kit, Katrina… Kate… I have to stop thinking about her. She's my FRIEND. She loves me as a FRIEND… I love her as a friend.' Bell came back, holding something in her mouth, "What do you have there, girl?" Bell deposited it at his feet, Oliver looked down at it, a puzzled expression on his face, he bent and picked it up, it was a note, magically protected from cat drool, Oliver unfolded it, "Oliver, stop moping and get your skinny arse over here. Lurv, Gred and Forge."
Oliver sighed, and looked around, there, sitting a distance off on a bench, were Fred and George. Oliver smiled a little, and headed over.
"Hullo, Fred, George." He said to both of them, inclining his head, "Hullo, Ollie!" They both said simultaneously, Oliver winced, ever so slightly, at the name, "Did you want to talk about something? Or did you just want to use my cat as a medium of irritation?" "ooh, Oliver, we're hurt! But yes, actually, we did have something to talk about." Oliver looked at them, waiting for them to continue, but they seemed quite content to sit there grinning like idiots. "Well?" Oliver snapped impatiently, "Tsk, tsk, Oliver, temper, we were just thinking of the best way to phrase this." "Phrase what??" Oliver asked exasperatedly, finally (to him) George looked up at him, "Oliver, we've decided," Fred continued, "that you," and George finished, "are sulking." Oliver stared at them, confusion written so clearly across his face that a squirrel could have read it. "What?" "It's simple, Ollie.." "You luuurv someone." "A GIRL someone to be specific." Fred turned to George, "what do you mean, a GIRL someone? Of course it's a GIRL someone!" "Well, it sounded good!" "No, it didn't!" "Did!" Didn't!" "Did!" "Didn't!" "Did!" "Di-" Oliver had had enough, "SHUT UP!!!" Fred and George turned to face him, Oliver took in a deep breath, "what do you mean, that I love someone?" "Oliver, let me explain, when a boy finds himself thinking about a girl way too much, blushing when she enters the room, and acts like a gibbering idiot around said girl, then he is in LOVE." Oliver sighed and massaged his temples, the twins really were too much sometimes. But… Wait… "Are those really the signs of.. Love?" "Absolutely! Even dad swears by it!" Oliver sighed, "but, couldn't.. it be more of a.. friendly.. brotherly love?" "No." Oliver sighed, again, realizing that he did ALL of those things in reference to Katherine Adrianna Bell. "Hey, sweetie, are you lost?" Oliver jumped and wildly looked around, there, a ways off, was Katie, holding his cat. He stared at Fred and George, "why is she here?!" "It's the weekend, Oliver, older students are allowed to go out… You DO remember that.. Don't you?" "Yes, of course! Oh! Oh no oh no oh no oh no!!!" "What?" "Bell's nametag!" "What about it?" "Katie knows that my cat's name is Bell, but she doesn't know the full name!" "You gave your cat a full name?" "Yes." Oliver was pacing, and trying to hide at the same time, thinking of ways to get the cat away from Katie before she read Bell's nametag, Fred and George were actually confused at this point, not knowing Bell's full name. "Um, Oliver? What IS your
cat's full name?" Oliver stopped pacing suddenly, his eyes darting from side to side, as if looking for means of escape (just in case), "Uh.. Nuthin…" He started trying to sidle away, but Fred and George weren't put off by Oliver's less than positive answer, "Oliver." "You," "need," "to tell" "us." "NOW." Oliver sighed, two against one. "It's.." He lowered his voice to a whisper/mumble, and spoke very quickly, "katiebell." Fred and George heard him perfectly, but, being the twins, had to ask, "come again?" Oliver glared at them, "Katie Bell." "Somebody talking about me?" "AAH!" Oliver screamed like a girl as he jumped and knocked Fred over, Katie laughed, "woah, Oliver, a little bit jumpy, yeah?" Oliver smiled dazedly before he noticed what Katie was holding. Bell. His cat. Bell, his cat with the VERY 'it-would-be-bad-to-have-katie-find-it' kind of collar. "Oh, no.." He said before he fainted dead away.
Heheh,
-Lady