November 1
Delirium
You know, I realized that, when I'm not being so nitpicky I'm actually not that bad looking. I look proportionate, unlike that poor Eloise Midgen. Anyway, I did write that I was going to talk about everything today, alright here's how it went.
I left the common room, Oliver-less, and completely depressed, although looking quite beautiful in the process. I must've come in exactly at the right time because the lights were low and the spotlight was roving (kind of like my fantasy about Oliver, anyway, I'm digressing). Oh, on a note, I changed my robes from that dreary black to something more, girly, I guess you could say. I wore lavender robes with flowers of the same name decked about my hair. I must say, it was quite nice to have the spotlight on me, only to realize seconds later, I was without a dance partner.
More than willing to be celebrating my Deathday, I sat down at one of the empty tables. I wanted to put my head in my hands but the makeup would've all wiped off. I sat there, wallowing in my misery when the Adonis, the Sexy Scot, THE OLIVER WOOD walked up to me, looking as dashing as ever.
"Ms. Cavanaugh, you look bored." He said, grinning. His first full sentence to me in about two weeks.
"I am bored." I replied, trying to close my eyes but some of the strands of my hair were pulled too tight.
"Alright then, come on, we're going to dance. It's a slow song, and those are the only ones I can dance to, so, up then." He said, taking my hand.
"I've actually been a fast dancer. I've never danced to a slow song before." I said, it was a lie. Okay, it's a half-lie. I've slow danced with my dad. You know, when you're a little girl, you stand on your dad's feet and dance to old records and such. Well that's the extent of my slow dancing skills.
"Alright then, it's not that hard." Oliver said. "You have to come in a little closer." I couldn't believe this, the Sexy Scot and I had our pelvises... is that right? Anyway, yes, they were touching. And we were so close, he was practically breathing onto my neck. Alright back to the Sexy Scot.
"Yeah?" I managed to say. I prayed that I didn't sound TOO nervous.
"Good." He said. I could tell in his voice that he smiled when he said that. "Now, your hands, if you're more comfortable, don't have to hold mine this way. You can just wrap them around me neck, wait, your arms. I don't want you to strangle me Brigid." He said laughing. I was a bit hesitant, and I guess he saw that. But bloody, I'm glad for that. Because he placed them around them for me, and then I just leaned on his shoulder. "And then, I wrap my arms around your waist, like this."
It was amazing. We were so...close. And he smells so good! I must mention that again. "Now, just slowly, to the beat, sway back and forth." He said. I didn't notice that the song ended fifteen minutes later.
"You're quite an amazing dance partner Brigid." Oliver grinned. "Do you want to come out to the Quidditch pitch with me?"
We walked out of the school and clumsy me fell off the bottom stair and onto grass. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, just really disoriented." I replied. I had to stop and think for a while before I saw that Oliver was staring at me intently.
"Brigid, I've been wanting to tell you that you're a really beautiful young woman and that I am not the last bit embarrassed about our whole Quidditch locker room incident. So, now that I've poured out my heart and soul to you, can we snog?" Oliver asked.
"Because you said exactly how I felt about you Oliver, I should be on top." I replied and we snogged away.
It was quite wonderful actually. Oliver's quite the kisser. Somehow, he knew exactly when I wanted him to slip the tongue, and that, he did often. Halfway through our hour long session, he began to let his lips rove onto my neck, and the good part was, he couldn't go any farther than I would've liked with him being on the bottom.
After our make out session we sort of just, sat there, I guess. He was nuzzling my neck as we sat on the stairs. "Spent are you?" He asked, laughing a bit.
"I could use a butterbeer." I replied.
Ah yes, I have snogged a sexy scot.
Delirium
You know, I realized that, when I'm not being so nitpicky I'm actually not that bad looking. I look proportionate, unlike that poor Eloise Midgen. Anyway, I did write that I was going to talk about everything today, alright here's how it went.
I left the common room, Oliver-less, and completely depressed, although looking quite beautiful in the process. I must've come in exactly at the right time because the lights were low and the spotlight was roving (kind of like my fantasy about Oliver, anyway, I'm digressing). Oh, on a note, I changed my robes from that dreary black to something more, girly, I guess you could say. I wore lavender robes with flowers of the same name decked about my hair. I must say, it was quite nice to have the spotlight on me, only to realize seconds later, I was without a dance partner.
More than willing to be celebrating my Deathday, I sat down at one of the empty tables. I wanted to put my head in my hands but the makeup would've all wiped off. I sat there, wallowing in my misery when the Adonis, the Sexy Scot, THE OLIVER WOOD walked up to me, looking as dashing as ever.
"Ms. Cavanaugh, you look bored." He said, grinning. His first full sentence to me in about two weeks.
"I am bored." I replied, trying to close my eyes but some of the strands of my hair were pulled too tight.
"Alright then, come on, we're going to dance. It's a slow song, and those are the only ones I can dance to, so, up then." He said, taking my hand.
"I've actually been a fast dancer. I've never danced to a slow song before." I said, it was a lie. Okay, it's a half-lie. I've slow danced with my dad. You know, when you're a little girl, you stand on your dad's feet and dance to old records and such. Well that's the extent of my slow dancing skills.
"Alright then, it's not that hard." Oliver said. "You have to come in a little closer." I couldn't believe this, the Sexy Scot and I had our pelvises... is that right? Anyway, yes, they were touching. And we were so close, he was practically breathing onto my neck. Alright back to the Sexy Scot.
"Yeah?" I managed to say. I prayed that I didn't sound TOO nervous.
"Good." He said. I could tell in his voice that he smiled when he said that. "Now, your hands, if you're more comfortable, don't have to hold mine this way. You can just wrap them around me neck, wait, your arms. I don't want you to strangle me Brigid." He said laughing. I was a bit hesitant, and I guess he saw that. But bloody, I'm glad for that. Because he placed them around them for me, and then I just leaned on his shoulder. "And then, I wrap my arms around your waist, like this."
It was amazing. We were so...close. And he smells so good! I must mention that again. "Now, just slowly, to the beat, sway back and forth." He said. I didn't notice that the song ended fifteen minutes later.
"You're quite an amazing dance partner Brigid." Oliver grinned. "Do you want to come out to the Quidditch pitch with me?"
We walked out of the school and clumsy me fell off the bottom stair and onto grass. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, just really disoriented." I replied. I had to stop and think for a while before I saw that Oliver was staring at me intently.
"Brigid, I've been wanting to tell you that you're a really beautiful young woman and that I am not the last bit embarrassed about our whole Quidditch locker room incident. So, now that I've poured out my heart and soul to you, can we snog?" Oliver asked.
"Because you said exactly how I felt about you Oliver, I should be on top." I replied and we snogged away.
It was quite wonderful actually. Oliver's quite the kisser. Somehow, he knew exactly when I wanted him to slip the tongue, and that, he did often. Halfway through our hour long session, he began to let his lips rove onto my neck, and the good part was, he couldn't go any farther than I would've liked with him being on the bottom.
After our make out session we sort of just, sat there, I guess. He was nuzzling my neck as we sat on the stairs. "Spent are you?" He asked, laughing a bit.
"I could use a butterbeer." I replied.
Ah yes, I have snogged a sexy scot.