Still November 1
10:00
Joyous day, it's History of Magic. AND IT'S TWO HOURS TODAY! Well, I guess I'll just write about what happened this morning. I woke up at around 7:00, a bit early for breakfast. I thought, okay, might as well go down to the pitch and see what's happening there. (Actually I was thinking I might see at least ONE of the three hot Quidditch Captains)
Anyway, I got down to the pitch and sat on the ground trying to figure out (yes I was thinking that early in the morning) what team this was. "Alright team! That's good! Two more plays and I'll let you go!" The Sexy Scot spoke.
That Potter is spectacular. He caught that ruddy snitch in record time. I have a running bet that Gryffindor will win a game within ten minutes of play. I do believe that I should just collect my twenty galleons now.
Well, after they finished practicing, or whatever they were doing. (it looked like they were just going around in circles, I couldn't really see the Quaffle), Oliver zoomed down, much like a knight in shining armor, only on broomstick. "Hey there, you!" He grinned, and he kissed me smack on the lips.
I must tell you I was amazed that he didn't dump me like yesterdays trash. "Did you have fun last night?"
"Yes, although I didn't really like the falling. I think I hurt my ass." I replied. He grinned.
"Will you wait for me, I just need to take off my Quidditch robes before breakfast." He said. He has these amazing eyes. And with that, he made the `puppy-dog' look.
"Okay." I replied with a grin. At least, I hope it was a grin, if not, I'll have to practice my winning smiles in the mirror.
So, after he's all changed and smells all well and good again, he walks out of the Quidditch locker rooms, the Sexy Scottish Adonis that he is, and walks right to me. He would've had a straight path had not several Ravenclaws girls pounced on him.
"Oh my God, Oliver, can you sign my Quaffle?" A masculine seventh year girl asked.
"Can you sign my broomstick?" Another asked. Reluctantly he signed them. Not until a tiny first year (she looked no older than seven) asked him to sign her Quaffle. She ran off with a muffled thank you, giggling excitedly.
After the Ravenclaw mob passed (A/N: GO RAVENCLAW!! LoLZ) he walked my way. He has really nice shoulders and arms. But I digress, he wraps his arm around my waist and walks to the Great Hall with me.
"So Brigid, where exactly do we stand?" He asked. Oooh, tough question...I had to actually think about this one.
"Well, where do you want us to be?" I asked. Damn, submissiveness....argh.
"I was hoping you and I were dating." Oliver grinned. To answer that...I decided to kiss him on the cheek. "Is that a yes?" He asked. So, then, for a `firmer' reply I kissed him deeply on the lips before getting into the Great Hall.
"Now *that's * a yes." I replied.
Wow, my boyfriend is not only a Sexy Scottish Adonis, but he's also a Quidditch captain. I have a feeling I'm stealing the dream boyfriend of thousands of witches out there. To them, I say, if I could get one then so could you!
Reminder- buy makeup at Hogsmeade and get a haircut. All of this pretty business is making my hair look terribly ugly.
A/N: Well, halfway there, I think. I'm just writing as I go along. But I have one thing to say to all you non believers: I'M BACK BABY! AND I'M BACK WITH A VENGEANCE..well, maybe not a vengeance, but I am still back.... Ta ta!
10:00
Joyous day, it's History of Magic. AND IT'S TWO HOURS TODAY! Well, I guess I'll just write about what happened this morning. I woke up at around 7:00, a bit early for breakfast. I thought, okay, might as well go down to the pitch and see what's happening there. (Actually I was thinking I might see at least ONE of the three hot Quidditch Captains)
Anyway, I got down to the pitch and sat on the ground trying to figure out (yes I was thinking that early in the morning) what team this was. "Alright team! That's good! Two more plays and I'll let you go!" The Sexy Scot spoke.
That Potter is spectacular. He caught that ruddy snitch in record time. I have a running bet that Gryffindor will win a game within ten minutes of play. I do believe that I should just collect my twenty galleons now.
Well, after they finished practicing, or whatever they were doing. (it looked like they were just going around in circles, I couldn't really see the Quaffle), Oliver zoomed down, much like a knight in shining armor, only on broomstick. "Hey there, you!" He grinned, and he kissed me smack on the lips.
I must tell you I was amazed that he didn't dump me like yesterdays trash. "Did you have fun last night?"
"Yes, although I didn't really like the falling. I think I hurt my ass." I replied. He grinned.
"Will you wait for me, I just need to take off my Quidditch robes before breakfast." He said. He has these amazing eyes. And with that, he made the `puppy-dog' look.
"Okay." I replied with a grin. At least, I hope it was a grin, if not, I'll have to practice my winning smiles in the mirror.
So, after he's all changed and smells all well and good again, he walks out of the Quidditch locker rooms, the Sexy Scottish Adonis that he is, and walks right to me. He would've had a straight path had not several Ravenclaws girls pounced on him.
"Oh my God, Oliver, can you sign my Quaffle?" A masculine seventh year girl asked.
"Can you sign my broomstick?" Another asked. Reluctantly he signed them. Not until a tiny first year (she looked no older than seven) asked him to sign her Quaffle. She ran off with a muffled thank you, giggling excitedly.
After the Ravenclaw mob passed (A/N: GO RAVENCLAW!! LoLZ) he walked my way. He has really nice shoulders and arms. But I digress, he wraps his arm around my waist and walks to the Great Hall with me.
"So Brigid, where exactly do we stand?" He asked. Oooh, tough question...I had to actually think about this one.
"Well, where do you want us to be?" I asked. Damn, submissiveness....argh.
"I was hoping you and I were dating." Oliver grinned. To answer that...I decided to kiss him on the cheek. "Is that a yes?" He asked. So, then, for a `firmer' reply I kissed him deeply on the lips before getting into the Great Hall.
"Now *that's * a yes." I replied.
Wow, my boyfriend is not only a Sexy Scottish Adonis, but he's also a Quidditch captain. I have a feeling I'm stealing the dream boyfriend of thousands of witches out there. To them, I say, if I could get one then so could you!
Reminder- buy makeup at Hogsmeade and get a haircut. All of this pretty business is making my hair look terribly ugly.
A/N: Well, halfway there, I think. I'm just writing as I go along. But I have one thing to say to all you non believers: I'M BACK BABY! AND I'M BACK WITH A VENGEANCE..well, maybe not a vengeance, but I am still back.... Ta ta!