Authors Note: Thank you, SO much Danny's Girl (thanks for reviewing my
other stories too), hehe it sounds like your diary? I'm laughing right
now; my journal is a heck of a lot weirder, and not half as funny as I find
this one to be. Erm, Yasashii Tsubasa, interesting name, yes Katie is VERY
addicted to butter beer, young people throwing their lives away
(snickering) Thanks for the reviews people, keep it up and you'll get
another chapter! Oh yes, and Allie, thanks for the review, I can't tell if
I have a good grasp of British slang or not, I just work it as much as I
can, on with the fic!
Disclaimer: Credit goes to those who deserve it.
~Chasing Mr. Wood~
4:59 AM:
I'm waking up for the obvious reason, Oliver, and the fact that butter beer is tempting me in my sleep.
5:14 AM:
Butter beer is good; I will now be able to sleep through my immense drinking habit, hopefully.
5:17 AM:
Tried sleeping the power of butter beer compels me.
9:34 AM:
Off to classes, oops I forgot to do my homework, here comes detention, watch me polish trophy cops, joy.
10: 34 AM:
Woohoo, I sneaked into my seat haha, Snape didn't even know that I came in late; I think he likes me, maybe he's "pretending" not to see me, sure..
10: 49 AM:
In Charms, Flitwick is too short, I can't see his head, Oliver is looking at me all odd, you think he likes me? Just maybe, yes, I'll just keep convincing myself that, leave me my dream like fantasy, oh boy, need more butter beer, must wash away reality.
11:09 AM:
During break I got some butter beer :D Yay.
11:36 AM
Aha, this really thoroughly stinks, I feel like I'm going to hurl, gee I started drinking this stuff at like age eleven, and I still haven't learned the secret of "moderation" Got to get to the toilet, quickly.
12 PM:
Eg, I feel really, really sick. I just threw up on Oliver's incredibly adorable sweater, I mean it's just like the cutest thing you ever did see, until it was covered with erm, throw up. I was running to the bathroom and "splat" he was such a gentleman about it though, he escorted me to Madam- Fixer-upper, (that's my nickname for ol' Pomprey) Then I asked him for a hug in a very tipsy tone and he's like "I've got to get to the Great Hall RIIIGHT now, mashed potatoes are going to sell out." But, you know, mashed potatoes don't "sell out" in Hogwarts; they're all free, obviously. Madam fixed me up and she's like "Uh why the problems hon?" And I'm like "My stomach hurts." That's one way to put it, I was actually immensely tipsy WITH a stomachache, then she gave me some purple potion and now I feel all better, all better.
12:03 PM:
Why'd I get tipsy at 12 PM? That's not even a good time, for Merlin's sake if your going to do it do it at night.
12:10 PM:
Got to run to Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid, glory, more flobber worms, toooooo much excitement for me.
1:00 PM:
I found the cutest flobber worm, and named him Fred. Ahem. Okay so I've got a little "thing" for the red headed cutie, but Oliver still "owns" my heart. I love George, I mean Fred, heck what do I care they look the same! That came out, shallow, oops, anyway the flobber worm was to DIE for adorable, I love it, then Hagrid made me put it back in the box with the rest of the unselect little flobber worms, I'm telling you "Fred" was cute, he had talent.
2:00 PM:
I'm yawning, when will this day ever be over?
2:15 PM:
Yay, lunch! We're having turkey sandwiches, some crisps and apple juice, most happy little children were drinking butter beer, but you know, apparently I can't, withdrawal, you know. All the first years are gulping it, how..uncivilized. 2:19 PM:
Oliver has just informed me that today we have Quidditch practice to practice for Saturday's game (it is now officially Thursday, at least I think it is) He works us ragged, honestly! But hey I get to see Oliver, so there you have it.
2:39 PM:
Winked at Oliver during History of Magic, zzzzzzzz
5:45 PM:
It's been a while, I have to fix my hair and put on my Quidditch robes cos it's almost time for practice (It starts at 6)
5:56 PM:
Leaving for practice.
7:15 PM:
Practice was fun if you consider a yelling Oliver Wood at you. He was like "You know what Belle, if you get drunk one more time, no lie I will PERSONALLY kick you off this team, I am the captain and I take full authority to kick you and your little addiction off the team, good day." Then he left, yes, Oliver Wood walked off the field, yes. Fred and George just gave me an odd look and said "Yeah, that really ticks him off, we don't know why, don't worry sweets he'll come around, you just watch." Then they walked away. Then Alicia came up to me and said, "Oh, amazing the hottie is mad at you.." I just told her to be quiet and she said: "Testy today aren't we?" And she went inside, no doubt to paint her fingernails, little dolt. The rest of our team didn't show I figure they know about practice being cancelled from Oliver. I'm going off, to drink another butter beer to get over my little itty bitty Oliver loathing phase, I'll come around tomorrow and be madly in love with Oliver, again, tomorrow. Good day.
Disclaimer: Credit goes to those who deserve it.
~Chasing Mr. Wood~
4:59 AM:
I'm waking up for the obvious reason, Oliver, and the fact that butter beer is tempting me in my sleep.
5:14 AM:
Butter beer is good; I will now be able to sleep through my immense drinking habit, hopefully.
5:17 AM:
Tried sleeping the power of butter beer compels me.
9:34 AM:
Off to classes, oops I forgot to do my homework, here comes detention, watch me polish trophy cops, joy.
10: 34 AM:
Woohoo, I sneaked into my seat haha, Snape didn't even know that I came in late; I think he likes me, maybe he's "pretending" not to see me, sure..
10: 49 AM:
In Charms, Flitwick is too short, I can't see his head, Oliver is looking at me all odd, you think he likes me? Just maybe, yes, I'll just keep convincing myself that, leave me my dream like fantasy, oh boy, need more butter beer, must wash away reality.
11:09 AM:
During break I got some butter beer :D Yay.
11:36 AM
Aha, this really thoroughly stinks, I feel like I'm going to hurl, gee I started drinking this stuff at like age eleven, and I still haven't learned the secret of "moderation" Got to get to the toilet, quickly.
12 PM:
Eg, I feel really, really sick. I just threw up on Oliver's incredibly adorable sweater, I mean it's just like the cutest thing you ever did see, until it was covered with erm, throw up. I was running to the bathroom and "splat" he was such a gentleman about it though, he escorted me to Madam- Fixer-upper, (that's my nickname for ol' Pomprey) Then I asked him for a hug in a very tipsy tone and he's like "I've got to get to the Great Hall RIIIGHT now, mashed potatoes are going to sell out." But, you know, mashed potatoes don't "sell out" in Hogwarts; they're all free, obviously. Madam fixed me up and she's like "Uh why the problems hon?" And I'm like "My stomach hurts." That's one way to put it, I was actually immensely tipsy WITH a stomachache, then she gave me some purple potion and now I feel all better, all better.
12:03 PM:
Why'd I get tipsy at 12 PM? That's not even a good time, for Merlin's sake if your going to do it do it at night.
12:10 PM:
Got to run to Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid, glory, more flobber worms, toooooo much excitement for me.
1:00 PM:
I found the cutest flobber worm, and named him Fred. Ahem. Okay so I've got a little "thing" for the red headed cutie, but Oliver still "owns" my heart. I love George, I mean Fred, heck what do I care they look the same! That came out, shallow, oops, anyway the flobber worm was to DIE for adorable, I love it, then Hagrid made me put it back in the box with the rest of the unselect little flobber worms, I'm telling you "Fred" was cute, he had talent.
2:00 PM:
I'm yawning, when will this day ever be over?
2:15 PM:
Yay, lunch! We're having turkey sandwiches, some crisps and apple juice, most happy little children were drinking butter beer, but you know, apparently I can't, withdrawal, you know. All the first years are gulping it, how..uncivilized. 2:19 PM:
Oliver has just informed me that today we have Quidditch practice to practice for Saturday's game (it is now officially Thursday, at least I think it is) He works us ragged, honestly! But hey I get to see Oliver, so there you have it.
2:39 PM:
Winked at Oliver during History of Magic, zzzzzzzz
5:45 PM:
It's been a while, I have to fix my hair and put on my Quidditch robes cos it's almost time for practice (It starts at 6)
5:56 PM:
Leaving for practice.
7:15 PM:
Practice was fun if you consider a yelling Oliver Wood at you. He was like "You know what Belle, if you get drunk one more time, no lie I will PERSONALLY kick you off this team, I am the captain and I take full authority to kick you and your little addiction off the team, good day." Then he left, yes, Oliver Wood walked off the field, yes. Fred and George just gave me an odd look and said "Yeah, that really ticks him off, we don't know why, don't worry sweets he'll come around, you just watch." Then they walked away. Then Alicia came up to me and said, "Oh, amazing the hottie is mad at you.." I just told her to be quiet and she said: "Testy today aren't we?" And she went inside, no doubt to paint her fingernails, little dolt. The rest of our team didn't show I figure they know about practice being cancelled from Oliver. I'm going off, to drink another butter beer to get over my little itty bitty Oliver loathing phase, I'll come around tomorrow and be madly in love with Oliver, again, tomorrow. Good day.