Disclaimer: Everything belongs to me except for Oliver Wood and the Harry Potter Characters (Sadly)

Chapter 12:

"Naive" - The Kooks

"Labelle, I am asking you nicely to move," Wood said, annoyed. Wood was coming out of a classroom when I walked by when I decided to convince him to change his mind about my suspension.

I shook my head. "Not until you unsuspend me," Raising my arms and spreading my legs so there was no way he could get out.

"I will not," Wood strongly said. He stared me down. Wood was a few inches taller than me, he was 5'8" and I was 5'5".

"Fine. Then stay in this room. You know I can stay like this all day,"

"Oh yeah? Well I'll tell everyone you're a virgin," Wood threatened.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't care anymore. Quidditch is more important to me than my reputation that's already tainted,"

He looked at me a bit surprised. Eyebrows raised he asked, "Really?"

"Yeah," I said. Juno meowed and then walked into the room with Wood. She purred by his leg.

"What is this?" he asked as he picked her up.

"Don't touch Juno!" I shouted. He picked her up anyway. "Juno, come back to Mummy,"

Wood began to softly scratch her head and she purred louder than I had ever heard her. I stared at her feeling betrayed. "She likes me," Wood said with a grin.

"Traitor," I said to Juno with a glare. She nuzzled her nose on his shirt. My eyes widened. "Don't you dare Juno! Keep doing that and I will lock you out of the our room!" She kept doing it. Oh great. My cat just betrayed me.

"Don't be so rough on her. It's not her fault she likes me. Everyone does," he said.

"I don't," I exclaimed.

"Well besides you. But does anyone care what you think?"

"Excuse me? Everyone cares what I think. Except for you. I don't know what happened to you while you were growing up, but I believe your mother dropped you as a baby, because I don't think she raised you to be such a brainless git,"

"Brainless git? Coming from the one who doesn't know her history about Trolls vs. Giants,"

"Who cares about history!" I shouted.

"History is very important. If we didn't have history then people would be creating the same mistakes over and over again. History shows how far a country has come and-"

"'I. Don't. Care." I said through gritted teeth.

"Do you care about anything?" Wood asked emphasizing anything.

"I do! I care about my friends!"

"What else?" he asked.

"I care about Quidditch," I mumbled.

"No you don't. Let me tell you what I think you care about," Wood said. "You care about shagging all the boys in school, you care about getting wasted and having fun, you care about looking pretty, you care about making my life a misery, you care about ruining other girls lives by messing with their boyfriends, you care about wasting your life away, you care about absolutely bullshit,"

I looked at him lost. That was not true. I did not care about absolute bullshit.

"Have you ever been thankful Labelle? Have you ever appreciated life? Have you ever appreciated all the people around you? Have you ever appreciated having the position of the seeker when other people have tried it out but they were nothing compared to you? Have you ever appreciated being pretty? Have you ever appreciated all the poor blokes that like you although they shouldn't? Have you ever?"

I didn't say anything. "Say something Labelle!"

"Someone is in the mood of Thanksgiving," was all I could muster up to say. Apparently he didn't like that answer.
"You know what? Until you get your act together I'm not putting you back on the team,"

"What the hell does that even mean? What do you want me to do? Write a list of what I'm thankful for?" I asked sarcastically.

"Why not? Maybe that'll show that you're a bit human. I want it long and meaningful and if it's seems like you've really learned something from it I'll consider putting you back on the team,"

"Damn don't you know what sarcasm is?" I asked frustrated.

"No. I don't," and he roughly pushed me out of the way. I stumbled. I shot his back a powerful glare. When he turned the corner I let out a groan.

It's been three days since my suspension and my conversation with Wood. I came up with a list of things I was thankful for. I thought I did a great job. I proudly walked with it downstairs where Wood was reading a Quidditch magazine. No surprise there.

"Here is my list," I told him and held out the list.

He looked at me and took the list. "10 Things I Am Thankful For, by Irina Labelle," Wood began to read,

"One. I am thankful for having a beautiful face.

Two. I am thankful for great hair.

Three. I am thankful for my friends.

Four: I am thankful for a hot body.

Five. I am thankful for my brain.

Six. I am thankful for Firewhiskey.

Seven. I am thankful for all the money I have.

Eight. I am thankful for my pretty teeth.

Nine. I am thankful for my broad vocabulary.

Ten. I am thankful for being so gorgeous."

I grinned happily. "It's just brilliant isn't it?"

He looked back and forth between the list and me. He swiftly got off and ripped the paper into a million pieces. My mouth went wide open. "I give up on you," He said.

"What?"

He heaved out a sigh and said, "Nothing. After Thanksgiving break you can come back to the team. There's no hope for you after all. You are who you are I guess,"

"Wood, what are you talking about?"

"I like you after you vomit your guts out and eat chocolate in the middle of the night because you seem human then," He whispered.

What in the bloody world was he talking about? "I have no idea what you're talking about Wood,"

"Never mind. Happy Thanksgiving Labelle," and with that he went upstairs.

I don't think I'll ever understand boys. They're just so damn confusing and complicated. Why can't they just ever say what they mean and mean what they say? I think all they're useful for is snogging. I'm just saying.