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

Chapter 13:

"Moar Ghosts N Stuff " – Deadmau5 (Part 2)

Dear Irina,

I do not appreciate you talking about death so easily. You know how I feel about the word death and yet you still like to provoke me with it. If you will not quit Quidditch then I can't do anything about it but complain. You've asked for it.

Conner said that its fine you can't come home for Thanksgiving but you will have to come home for Christmas. You owe him a game. I don't understand why you don't like to come home and why you go bother another person's home. But if you will, make sure you clean up after yourself. I owe Mrs. Porter so many favours but I'm grateful she treats you like her own daughter. I'm glad.

Anyway, I need to go stuff the turkey. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving and tell Mrs. Porter I said Hello and Thank You.

Sincerely,

Mother

"Irina, I was wondering if you'd like to help me set the table," Marie asked as she walked into the room. Noelle's mother was kind enough to set up two extra beds in Noelle's room. Noelle's room was filled with posters of Muggle shows she liked to watch and a little bed for her dog, Daisy. Since we're only allowed to bring a cat, toad, rat or owl Noelle had to keep Daisy home. Daisy was a cute beagle that slept most of the time and was shy around people.

"Um, yeah sure," I said and stuffed my Mother's letter in the back pocket of my jeans and got up.

"Where are Noelle and Mrs. Porter?" I asked Marie.

"Noelle went to walk Daisy and Mrs. Porter is up in the attic looking for the something," she answered. "Irina, I'd like to formally apologize about the whole seeker thing,"

"Oh. Yeah don't worry about that. I'm back on the team and I'm going to work even harder so Wood wouldn't ever think about putting me off," I stated.

"Oh, you're back on the team? That's great!" Marie exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Yeah it is," I said when I froze. Oh shit no. It was not what I thought it was.

"What's wrong?" Marie diverted her eyes to where mine were. "A roach? Irina, are you afraid of roaches?"

I shook my head. "I'm not afraid of roaches, I just really, really hate them. Especially ones with wings," I uttered out.

"Then come on. The table won't be able to set itself up. Well, it could but it would be rude, so let's keep it moving," she said happily and pushed me to move. I did not move.

"I'm not moving until that thing is out of the house or burned alive," I shouted.

The roach was like three inches huge and its antennas were long enough to probably strangle me. It was just sitting on the wall and staring back at me. My heart began to beat super fast. I absolutely loathed roaches ever since I was young. Those nasty little buggers looking so ugly and flying around. Must be wondering what had traumatized me?

It was when I was seven. I was sitting in the bathtub waiting for my Mother to scrub my back when it flew into the tub. It was gliding around in the water with its head halfway on its body. I screamed so bloody fucking loud my neighbours from two houses down had come to check up on us. I refused to take a bath in that bathtub and my Mother had to re-do the whole bathroom.

"Oh come on. They're pretty harmless. Just run down the stairs as fast as you can," Marie said trying to assure me.

"No, I won't. Make it fucking go away!" I shrieked.

"I don't know what I should do," Marie asked confused.

"Just burn it!"

"But what if I burn a hole in the wall?"

"It doesn't matter. Just fucking-AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the nasty creature was flying toward me. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MAKE IT GO AWAY! AHHHHHHHHHH!" I ran back upstairs into Noelle's room and slammed the door shut. I could hear its wings flapping through the door. I shivered and began to sweat as my heart began to beat faster. "KILL IT!" I screamed through the door.

"What's going on?" I heard Mrs Porter's voice ask. "Is that a roach?"

"Yes and Irina's deathly afraid of them," Marie asserted.

"Hey why don't you guys drink some tea while you're chitchatting? The roach and I could just freaking bond with each other!" I roared.

"Irina dear, I'm thinking of what I should do with it. Do you think a shoe will kill it? It's so strange, I never have roaches in my home." Mrs Porter mumbled out loud.

"It could eat a shoe! Just bloody burn it," I shouted.

"Move aside. Confringo!" Noelle had said. I heard the roach burst into flames.

"Or we could have done that. I would have thought of it if I had my wand," Mrs Porter replied sheepishly. "Irina darling, you may come out now. It's dead,"

"No. I think I'm going to stay in here. I feel much more at ease,"

"You idiot. Come out, or else you're going to miss the turkey,"

"Er," I slowly opened the door and peeked. "Is it fully dead?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes it is. You screamed so bloody loud! I heard you all the way outside!" Noelle exclaimed. Daisy barked in agreement.

"Sorry. I just really hate them," I said with a sigh and stepped out of the room.

"She's deathly afraid of them," Marie chirped. I glared at her. Will someone shut up this useless and annoying bitch please? "Well since that's over, let's go set up the table shall we?" Marie grabbed my arm and pulled me downstairs.

I pulled my arm back and she looked at me. "Don't touch me," I told her sternly.

"Why not? Its not like I have a contagious disease," Marie said.

"I don't like people touching me," I replied.

"Well, you let boys touch you all over. I was just holding your arm,"

"It's not the same. I enjoy boys touching me all over, I don't enjoy you touching me," I proclaimed.

For a quick second I saw her face looking at me with complete repulsion but then it immediately disappeared and was placed with a smile. "I'm sorry. I won't touch you again," she was looking at me with a remorseful face.

Noelle let out a sigh. "Oh my Merlin. Irina you're such a drama queen. You make small things into a big deal. She just touched you. It's not like she molested you. Merlin,"

"Okay ladies! Let's go have lunch and play a game after! I learned a new game from…" Mrs Porter began talking but I wasn't listening. I grumpily walked into the television room and plopped down on the couch and closed my eyes.

The moment I did that, I saw Oliver Wood's face. A slideshow of his different expressions appeared. The first one was of him when he was giving me the lecture of being thankful for everything. His eyebrows knitted together, amber eyes with specks of gold filled with clear frustration, his face looked like he was trying to teach something difficult to a child.

The next picture was of when I first saw him after I came out of the hospital; his eyes were showing wonder and a bit of pleasure. He had a soft but faint smile on his lips now that I think about it.

Then it changed to that morning of our make our session. How he had a look of lust and annoyance as he was trying to take off my shirt. His rough and dried up hands on my skin. It had heated me up.

It quickly flashed to another moment; one I think I made up in my head because I couldn't ever remember it happening. He looked like he was comfortable and a bit happy. He was lying on the bed looking at me with a smile that I don't think he's ever looked at me with. He looked like he was at ease with me. I loved this face. It was one of my favourite. Like, I actually made him happy, like I was enough for him.

I gasped as something jump on my lap. It was Daisy and she let out a bark. "Hey, you feeling better after your nap?" Noelle asked.

"I took a nap?" I asked a bit dazed.

"Um yeah, for like two hours. You looked so relaxed I didn't have the heart to wake you up,"

"Oh. Yeah well thanks. It was a good nap," I said and got up to stretch. I then shook my head realizing what I said.

I just said I had a good nap after dreaming about Oliver Wood. Oh bloody hell. Perhaps the fright er no, I mean loathing the roach had made my brain a wee bit dysfunctional.