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I found the weekend to be relatively uneventful. I was up early on Saturday to begin my Quidditch training, which I spent pretty much the entire day doing. On Sunday, I slept in and spent the day roaming the school grounds with Ayan. I didn't see much of Katie, which bothered me a little bit. Was she purposely avoiding me, or did we just keep missing each other?
I woke up Monday morning in a great mood. Start of classes, and our first team session of the season was that evening! I practically leapt out of bed and into my uniform. While I was dressing, Percy Weasley awoke. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and glared at me. Percy, this year's Head Boy, has never been much of a morning person. I usually tried to leave the dormitory before he woke in the morning, to avoid his wrath. This morning, however, I tried to be friendly and perk Percy up.
"Good morning, Perce!" I cheerfully said, buttoning up my shirt as I spoke. "Sleep well?"
Percy mumbled something inaudible as he rolled over onto his stomach to catch another five minutes or so of rest. I quickly finished dressing, and peered into the mirror. Great, my hair looked like a family of mice had been nesting in it over night. It was all over the place, and flat in the back. I sighed as I half- heartedly tried to fix it. Oh well, I wasn't having my picture taken or anything. I stopped trying to tidy my hair, which was proving to be as difficult as liking Professor Snape, and headed downstairs to breakfast.
I was one of the first people down, which suited me fine. I spooned some porridge onto my plate, grabbed a few pieces of bacon, and began to eat.
Just as I was finishing my breakfast, Katie strolled into the Great Hall. Wow, did she ever look good. She had left her hair down this morning, which was unusual for her, and it looked full and shiny. I wanted to run my fingers through it so badly, but I didn't think that, "You had a fluff in your hair," would be a good enough explanation as to why my hand was engulfed in her hair, stroking it repeatedly. I settled for picking up my napkin to keep my hand occupied.
"Hey," Katie greeted me, flipping her hair back behind her shoulder as she sat down next to me. Oh Lord, it was the hair flip! What straight guy could resist that? No fair, girls could be seductive merely by flipping their hair, while guys had to actually try!
"Hey," I answered, a mouthful of porridge preventing me from saying much else.
"'Sup?" she joked, elbowing me. She grabbed a slice of toast and began buttering it.
Awwww, crap. She remembered about the night before. I blushed, but held my head up high, swallowed, and answered her. "Not too much. I'm pretty excited that we get to start Quidditch practice tonight, finally! I spent most of the summer devising new moves and strategies for us to use, especially against Slytherin."
Katie grinned as she bit into her toast. "Great!" I heard through the chewing. She swallowed, gave me another smile and continued, "I'm going to love kicking Slytherin right in the arse. Especially that Flint. Ohhhh, they won't know what hit them once we're through with them!" She slammed her fist against the table, without realizing my hand was there. This resulted in her practically bruising the back of my hand because of how much force she used.
"Oh my God, Oliver! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize your hand was there!" Katie exclaimed as her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open in shock.
"Don't worry about it," I told her, trying to not let the pain show. Blimey, she must really hate Slytherin.
Katie grabbed my injured hand and began to massage it lightly. "Here, let me try to fix it. It's my fault your hand was hurt, right?" Katie continued to gently rub my hand as I sat there silently, unsure of what to say. I didn't want to screw it up by making a stupid comment. The "'Sup?" incident was still too fresh in my mind.
"Good morning!" Angelina loudly chirped from behind me, startling both Katie and I. Angelina, Alicia, Fred, and George sat down around us and all grabbed for the plate of toast at once. Laughing, Angelina and Alicia surrendered the plate to Fred and George and turned to speak to myself and Katie instead. "So what was going on here, with the massaging and all? I want one," she joked as she picked up a piece of bacon and begin nibbling on it.
Katie smiled and answered, cool as a cucumber, "Ahhh, it was nothing. I smacked Oliver's hand and practically broke it. Accidentally, of course," she slyly grinned.
George looked up from his plate. "Katie broke your hand?" He started to laugh. "Well, Oliver, there goes your sex life," he winked.
Everyone snorted into their plate of food as I jokingly shoved George. "Whatever," I laughed. "My hand's fine now." I turned to Katie, "Thanks," I told her, smiling.
"No problem," she grinned back.
At this point, it was almost time to go to class. I skimmed my schedule. Hmmmm, Potions first with the Hufflepuffs, followed by Arithmancy and History of Magic in the afternoon after lunch. It was a decent enough schedule. At least I wasn't doomed to Potions with the Slytherins, like the 3rd years, and Ayan was in my class. I wiped my mouth as I got up to leave for Potions. "I'll see you guys at lunch," I announced as I stood up. I turned to the twins and scolded, "DON'T get in trouble! I can't have you missing any Quidditch practices because of a bloody detention!"
Fred turned to look at George, wide eyed. "Us? Get in trouble?" he said in a shocked tone of voice. "Nooo!" he grinned.
I tried to give them a stern look, but burst out laughing. Those guys are too funny. Really, the two of them and Ayan should consider going into theatre. If only they could sing.
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We were halfway through Potions, which, as usual, was about as much fun as having your bones magically re-grown. Professor Snape gave us his usual (to paraphrase) "You're all idiots, die faster," speech in his monotone voice, before proceeding to write down the ingredients for a Mojo Potion, which he told us was used for older wizards who didn't quite have their libido anymore. Ayan and I partnered up, and as we worked, I told him about Katie and the hand massage. He gave me a jealous look as he sliced the ziggurat. "Man, I wish I could get a massage. Not that my shoulders necessarily need one. However, I'm sure I could find an adequate spot." he sighed as he glanced over at Cedric Diggory. Ayan's been crazy about Cedric since 'forever', in his own words. He's been convinced that Cedric is really homosexual, and will come out of the closet 'with time'. Although I would never say anything, I don't think he should hold his breath over that one.
I stirred the potion and didn't say anything. I couldn't stop thinking about Katie and the way I felt when she touched me. It had sent shivers through my body- but it was a good feeling. I wanted her to touch me again, even if it was just when she handed me something. I began thinking about the different ways to subtly touch her at lunch when Ayan nudged me, stirring me out of my daydream. He pressed a finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet, and pulled something out of his pocket.
It was a knut, shiny and bronze. He rubbed it between two fingers and stared intently at Snape, who was helping Sarah Keen measure out the precise amount of dragon spine for her potion. In one quick, fluid movement, he flicked the coin across the room and into her cauldron. The potion splashed quietly, and a few drops were spilt onto Sarah's lap. She looked up at Snape, and began to giggle. Snape frowned down at her. "What is it?" he demanded in his quiet, threatening way that was infamous at the school.
Sarah began to giggle even harder. "Oh you!" she squealed, running her fingers through Snape's dark, greasy hair. Snape jumped back, alarmed. He furrowed his brow and glared at the girl, who had gotten out of her seat and was approaching him slyly.
Professor Snape is a smart man, and I could see that he quickly put two and two together. He swiftly walked over to his storage cupboard and began rummaging through it, apparently looking for some sort of antidote. As he leant over, searching the bottom shelves, Sarah quietly approached him and pinched his bum. Snape must have jumped five feet into the air, almost hitting his head off of the dungeon ceiling. It was hilarious! The class shrieked with laughter as Snape's searching became more frantic. He finally found what he was looking for, and splashed Sarah with it right in the face without a moment's hesitation. Sarah sputtered, her face and the front of her robes drenched.
Snape sent Sarah to the nurse, and once she left, he strolled to the front of class, the same way he did every day. He slowly looked at each of us, like a bird searching for prey. I gulped.
"Who did that?" he quietly asked, his eyes piercing us like daggers. No one replied or even met his glance. Snape raised his eyebrow so slowly, I swear he was moving in slow motion. "The item that was tossed into Sarah's cauldron must have been thrown by someone. Peeves is not in this room right now. It must have been one of you." Once again, no one spoke. I didn't even dare to breathe; for fear that he would assume my movement was a confession.
"Which one of you did it?" he questioned again, speaking slightly louder. No one stirred. Snape smiled at us. An evil, deceptive, fake kind of smile. It was the kind of smile that could scare anyone senseless. I suppressed a shudder.
"Don't be fooled," he spoke quietly, sounding almost like he was speaking to himself. "They who did it will pay the consequences. The culprit will be fingered, and I WILL finger the culprit." The only sound was Snape's short, shallow breathing. "Class dismissed."
We quickly cleaned our apparatuses, and filed out of the room as fast as our feet would carry us. Once we were out of earshot, the entire class began to laugh.
"The culprit will be fingered, and I WILL finger the culprit," Ayan mimicked, imitating Snape's movements to a tee. He smirked. "Well, I think Sarah would have happily been fingered right there and then." I could barely breathe, I was laughing so hard. Well, no one could say it hadn't been an enjoyable first day back to classes.
I found the weekend to be relatively uneventful. I was up early on Saturday to begin my Quidditch training, which I spent pretty much the entire day doing. On Sunday, I slept in and spent the day roaming the school grounds with Ayan. I didn't see much of Katie, which bothered me a little bit. Was she purposely avoiding me, or did we just keep missing each other?
I woke up Monday morning in a great mood. Start of classes, and our first team session of the season was that evening! I practically leapt out of bed and into my uniform. While I was dressing, Percy Weasley awoke. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and glared at me. Percy, this year's Head Boy, has never been much of a morning person. I usually tried to leave the dormitory before he woke in the morning, to avoid his wrath. This morning, however, I tried to be friendly and perk Percy up.
"Good morning, Perce!" I cheerfully said, buttoning up my shirt as I spoke. "Sleep well?"
Percy mumbled something inaudible as he rolled over onto his stomach to catch another five minutes or so of rest. I quickly finished dressing, and peered into the mirror. Great, my hair looked like a family of mice had been nesting in it over night. It was all over the place, and flat in the back. I sighed as I half- heartedly tried to fix it. Oh well, I wasn't having my picture taken or anything. I stopped trying to tidy my hair, which was proving to be as difficult as liking Professor Snape, and headed downstairs to breakfast.
I was one of the first people down, which suited me fine. I spooned some porridge onto my plate, grabbed a few pieces of bacon, and began to eat.
Just as I was finishing my breakfast, Katie strolled into the Great Hall. Wow, did she ever look good. She had left her hair down this morning, which was unusual for her, and it looked full and shiny. I wanted to run my fingers through it so badly, but I didn't think that, "You had a fluff in your hair," would be a good enough explanation as to why my hand was engulfed in her hair, stroking it repeatedly. I settled for picking up my napkin to keep my hand occupied.
"Hey," Katie greeted me, flipping her hair back behind her shoulder as she sat down next to me. Oh Lord, it was the hair flip! What straight guy could resist that? No fair, girls could be seductive merely by flipping their hair, while guys had to actually try!
"Hey," I answered, a mouthful of porridge preventing me from saying much else.
"'Sup?" she joked, elbowing me. She grabbed a slice of toast and began buttering it.
Awwww, crap. She remembered about the night before. I blushed, but held my head up high, swallowed, and answered her. "Not too much. I'm pretty excited that we get to start Quidditch practice tonight, finally! I spent most of the summer devising new moves and strategies for us to use, especially against Slytherin."
Katie grinned as she bit into her toast. "Great!" I heard through the chewing. She swallowed, gave me another smile and continued, "I'm going to love kicking Slytherin right in the arse. Especially that Flint. Ohhhh, they won't know what hit them once we're through with them!" She slammed her fist against the table, without realizing my hand was there. This resulted in her practically bruising the back of my hand because of how much force she used.
"Oh my God, Oliver! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize your hand was there!" Katie exclaimed as her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open in shock.
"Don't worry about it," I told her, trying to not let the pain show. Blimey, she must really hate Slytherin.
Katie grabbed my injured hand and began to massage it lightly. "Here, let me try to fix it. It's my fault your hand was hurt, right?" Katie continued to gently rub my hand as I sat there silently, unsure of what to say. I didn't want to screw it up by making a stupid comment. The "'Sup?" incident was still too fresh in my mind.
"Good morning!" Angelina loudly chirped from behind me, startling both Katie and I. Angelina, Alicia, Fred, and George sat down around us and all grabbed for the plate of toast at once. Laughing, Angelina and Alicia surrendered the plate to Fred and George and turned to speak to myself and Katie instead. "So what was going on here, with the massaging and all? I want one," she joked as she picked up a piece of bacon and begin nibbling on it.
Katie smiled and answered, cool as a cucumber, "Ahhh, it was nothing. I smacked Oliver's hand and practically broke it. Accidentally, of course," she slyly grinned.
George looked up from his plate. "Katie broke your hand?" He started to laugh. "Well, Oliver, there goes your sex life," he winked.
Everyone snorted into their plate of food as I jokingly shoved George. "Whatever," I laughed. "My hand's fine now." I turned to Katie, "Thanks," I told her, smiling.
"No problem," she grinned back.
At this point, it was almost time to go to class. I skimmed my schedule. Hmmmm, Potions first with the Hufflepuffs, followed by Arithmancy and History of Magic in the afternoon after lunch. It was a decent enough schedule. At least I wasn't doomed to Potions with the Slytherins, like the 3rd years, and Ayan was in my class. I wiped my mouth as I got up to leave for Potions. "I'll see you guys at lunch," I announced as I stood up. I turned to the twins and scolded, "DON'T get in trouble! I can't have you missing any Quidditch practices because of a bloody detention!"
Fred turned to look at George, wide eyed. "Us? Get in trouble?" he said in a shocked tone of voice. "Nooo!" he grinned.
I tried to give them a stern look, but burst out laughing. Those guys are too funny. Really, the two of them and Ayan should consider going into theatre. If only they could sing.
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We were halfway through Potions, which, as usual, was about as much fun as having your bones magically re-grown. Professor Snape gave us his usual (to paraphrase) "You're all idiots, die faster," speech in his monotone voice, before proceeding to write down the ingredients for a Mojo Potion, which he told us was used for older wizards who didn't quite have their libido anymore. Ayan and I partnered up, and as we worked, I told him about Katie and the hand massage. He gave me a jealous look as he sliced the ziggurat. "Man, I wish I could get a massage. Not that my shoulders necessarily need one. However, I'm sure I could find an adequate spot." he sighed as he glanced over at Cedric Diggory. Ayan's been crazy about Cedric since 'forever', in his own words. He's been convinced that Cedric is really homosexual, and will come out of the closet 'with time'. Although I would never say anything, I don't think he should hold his breath over that one.
I stirred the potion and didn't say anything. I couldn't stop thinking about Katie and the way I felt when she touched me. It had sent shivers through my body- but it was a good feeling. I wanted her to touch me again, even if it was just when she handed me something. I began thinking about the different ways to subtly touch her at lunch when Ayan nudged me, stirring me out of my daydream. He pressed a finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet, and pulled something out of his pocket.
It was a knut, shiny and bronze. He rubbed it between two fingers and stared intently at Snape, who was helping Sarah Keen measure out the precise amount of dragon spine for her potion. In one quick, fluid movement, he flicked the coin across the room and into her cauldron. The potion splashed quietly, and a few drops were spilt onto Sarah's lap. She looked up at Snape, and began to giggle. Snape frowned down at her. "What is it?" he demanded in his quiet, threatening way that was infamous at the school.
Sarah began to giggle even harder. "Oh you!" she squealed, running her fingers through Snape's dark, greasy hair. Snape jumped back, alarmed. He furrowed his brow and glared at the girl, who had gotten out of her seat and was approaching him slyly.
Professor Snape is a smart man, and I could see that he quickly put two and two together. He swiftly walked over to his storage cupboard and began rummaging through it, apparently looking for some sort of antidote. As he leant over, searching the bottom shelves, Sarah quietly approached him and pinched his bum. Snape must have jumped five feet into the air, almost hitting his head off of the dungeon ceiling. It was hilarious! The class shrieked with laughter as Snape's searching became more frantic. He finally found what he was looking for, and splashed Sarah with it right in the face without a moment's hesitation. Sarah sputtered, her face and the front of her robes drenched.
Snape sent Sarah to the nurse, and once she left, he strolled to the front of class, the same way he did every day. He slowly looked at each of us, like a bird searching for prey. I gulped.
"Who did that?" he quietly asked, his eyes piercing us like daggers. No one replied or even met his glance. Snape raised his eyebrow so slowly, I swear he was moving in slow motion. "The item that was tossed into Sarah's cauldron must have been thrown by someone. Peeves is not in this room right now. It must have been one of you." Once again, no one spoke. I didn't even dare to breathe; for fear that he would assume my movement was a confession.
"Which one of you did it?" he questioned again, speaking slightly louder. No one stirred. Snape smiled at us. An evil, deceptive, fake kind of smile. It was the kind of smile that could scare anyone senseless. I suppressed a shudder.
"Don't be fooled," he spoke quietly, sounding almost like he was speaking to himself. "They who did it will pay the consequences. The culprit will be fingered, and I WILL finger the culprit." The only sound was Snape's short, shallow breathing. "Class dismissed."
We quickly cleaned our apparatuses, and filed out of the room as fast as our feet would carry us. Once we were out of earshot, the entire class began to laugh.
"The culprit will be fingered, and I WILL finger the culprit," Ayan mimicked, imitating Snape's movements to a tee. He smirked. "Well, I think Sarah would have happily been fingered right there and then." I could barely breathe, I was laughing so hard. Well, no one could say it hadn't been an enjoyable first day back to classes.