Authors Note: I'm tired! Rudolph rocks! Uhuh, so anyway this is my
dramatic chapter. It was going to be chapter twenty-one, but I wanted that
one to be just odd and random. Chapter 21 was my writer's block and I
wasn't up for putting drama in. But now I'm up for it! So feast your
eyes!
Thunderbolt: Got to love Chocolate cake! (Licks lips)
Draco Malfoy's Bad Girl: I know! I can't always be funny! My dad makes 'digging for gold' comments to people in our household!
HP Fan Forever: Not everyone can update as quickly as me, people have erm 'lives' hehe. But yeah, I have lots of fun writing this, so that's why I update quickly I have 'fire in my belly' or something like that!
Tarathol: LOL! I've kind of lost my whole plot thingy with George, I'm over him just like Katie (or maybe she's not as we learn in this chapter) but hey I don't even know what I want to do with the whole thing yet! However, I had a little muse while on my two-hour car ride, so I had to write right away!
Becky: I loathed chapter twenty-one, I had mucho writer's block, I can't stand it! I didn't even want to publish the junk in chapter twenty-one! I was at a total loss of ideas. Cedric was a cutie, maybe a rise from the dead?
All reviews are greatly appreciated!
~*Chasing Mr. Wood*~
10 AM:
I'm going down to the common room. Joy!
11:29 AM:
That was very odd! I saw Oliver all alone in the common room. So I started to talk to him, you know to blow off some steam.
"I can't stand George!"-Me
"Then he dies."-Oliver
"No you can't kill him!"-Me
"And why on earth not Kates?"-Oliver
"Because, he should be tortured."-Me
"You're evil!"-Oliver
"I know!"-Me
"Alicia stinks too."-Me
"I know, sort of like moldy grass huh?"-Oliver
"I meant it in a figurative sense."-Me
"O"-Oliver
"I can't stand her."
"I can't stand her either-"-Oliver
As an afterthought:
"Wait she's my girlfriend huh?"-Oliver
"Uhuh."-Me
Then he did something really weird, he ruffled my hair. I sort of scooted away from him on the couch, I mean I was mad at Alicia, but to flirt with Oliver when she wasn't around was just wrong. However I did it anyways.
I did the cute twirling hair thing, and the cute pout. Then realizing that this was morally 'wrong' I stopped. Okay so maybe it wasn't the morals in it. Perchance it was because in my heart I knew I still liked George?
No, it wasn't that!
"You know I've always liked you."-Oliver
"I know, we're friends."-Me making the dumb response trying to act like he hadn't been suggestive.
"No, not like friends."-Oliver
"Uhuh, dearie did you forget that you're so obviously going out with Alicia?"-Me
Then, Oliver put his arm around me, and I screamed:
"You, get your bloody arm away from me." And I slapped him right across the face, and then I ran to the kitchens to see Alicia, who was most likely eating hotdogs. Finally I found her, eating hotdogs of course.
"Alicia, your boyfriend is a sicko, I think you ought to break up with him."
"Oh Katie, don't be so vain, just because you want to go out with him don't go causing trouble."
"No, *really* Alicia"
"Oh please, Oliver and I really like each other. I think I've really found *the one*"
"Your dumb, don't pay attention to me, be a stubborn little moron, but don't come crying to me when you find the truth lying right under your nose."
Then I stampeded out of the kitchens, and now I'm here, at the dormitory.
Be careful what you wish for.
Now I don't know what I bloody want.
Oliver is obviously an untrustworthy little fool, and Alicia won't trust me and is stuck in her little fantasy version of love.
In general:
My life stinks.
11:58 PM:
I think I'll just skip classes for the rest of the day, I'm 'sick'
11:59 PM:
BRAN!
1:45 PM:
Talked to Bran who is also 'sick' with a 'cold' as he calls it. Also known as his obsession to skip classes and read smart boy books.
I wish I were smart.
But me Mum and Dad are dumbo's so it tisn't in my genes.
I told Bran about my lousy life he just nodded and said:
"The problem with you Kates is that you don't have Buddha in your life."
Very creeped out I said, well, I said nothing.
Bran just blinked.
Maybe blinking is a Buddhist thing.
Blink.
DUDE!
My life stinks!
I asked Bran if I should talk to George, Bran laughed like a wild man and said:
"Thought you had more sense then that Kates."
"Sense? This has nothing to do with sense!" Okay so maybe it does, but that being beside the point.
"Over Merlin's *dead* body it doesn't."
"It doesn't! Bran! Listen to me!"
"I'm listening."
"No your not! You're reading about herbs and fungi."
"And it's interesting."
"And my love life isn't?"
Pout.
2:00 PM:
I'm so happy to be living today.
Life is just so cut off your nose to spite your face fantastic!
I hate George.
Oh if only that was so simple.
I thought I was over him?
2:10 PM:
*Revelation* I'm going to talk to George, because you know what? Oh nevermind.
3:45 PM:
I saw Fred and asked where George was. Fred motioned to the boys' WC. I squealed. He said he'd been in there ages.
So in my utter dumbness and loss of tact and mind. I said "Hey ho let's go!" And I rushed to the boys' water closet.
And there was George in one of the stalls. I could tell because his colourful sneakers stuck out, I had to get on my hands and knees to see the sneakers!
I knocked on the door.
"Fred get your bloody ugly face out of here!"
"Hey! Aren't you two twins?" I smiled giggly.
George sighed.
Then, I knocked again: "I want to talk to you."
"Fine."
George unlocked the door and came out of the stall. Just then Marcus Flint walked in:
"Girl in the bathroom eh?" He said his lips quivering in happiness.
George stepped up his face less then two inches away from Flint's.
"Get out." He managed to say, Flint rolled his eyes.
Fred walked in.
"Stop messing with my bloody brother." Fred said smiling and standing next to George.
Flint was about ready to punch Fred in the nose, but George got there first, punching Flint right in the eye. Flint yowled in pain, then started walking out of the bathroom.
"I just wanted to go to the WC!" Flint muttered as he walked out of the bathroom swiftly holding his eye gingerly.
"You two really stay together." I smiled, stating the obvious, Fred nodded, as did George.
"I'll leave you two alone." Fred smiled winking quite a lot at George.
George leaned against the wall of a stall, and blinked. I did the same.
"What do you want?" George muttered a bit harshly (if you ask me)
"I was just wondering, did you mean what you said? About it being a one- time thing? And how it all went so fast."
"Well, I sort of meant what I said but the longer I go with you ignoring me, the more I wish I could take it all back. We used to be really corking friends."
"I know."
"We used to do pranks together, and steal Potion's from Snape's classroom, and then we'd laugh and run to the kitchens, eating tons of pumpkin pasties." George continued. I laughed.
"And remember when we made Snape's socks fly all around the great hall at brekkie?" I added.
George chuckled in spite of himself.
Awkward silence.
"I remember, back in our first year I met you on the train ride here." I said looking down at the tiles.
"I remember you leant me some sickles so I could buy some chocolate frogs all I had was some nasty looking turkey sandwich." George added.
"And then you gave me the card." I said making eye contact with him.
"It was Dumbledore." We said in unison.
Awkward silence.
"Oh George! I want to try it again, it was all so dumb, and trivial and petty you made me remember how much fun we used to share, and the pranks, and the candy, and-"
"And the snogging" George added with a sheepish grin on his face.
"And the snogging." I said giggling a bit.
"And I want more fun times!" I said barely containing my excitement "More fun times, with you, and me."
"I want to go out with you again." I muttered under my breath.
"What was that you said?" George inquired most likely knowing good and well what I said.
"I said I want to give it another go." I said looking at the sink.
"We could try." George smiled.
I ran over to the wall in which he was sitting near and flew my arms around him. He reciprocated the hug.
"So that blond girl?" I said, stating something I had been thinking about for a long time.
"Nothing, love." George replied, still hugging me as if tomorrow would never come.
And maybe tomorrow would never come.
But if it didn't I could die in peace knowing I tried once more to work it out with George Weasley.
Thunderbolt: Got to love Chocolate cake! (Licks lips)
Draco Malfoy's Bad Girl: I know! I can't always be funny! My dad makes 'digging for gold' comments to people in our household!
HP Fan Forever: Not everyone can update as quickly as me, people have erm 'lives' hehe. But yeah, I have lots of fun writing this, so that's why I update quickly I have 'fire in my belly' or something like that!
Tarathol: LOL! I've kind of lost my whole plot thingy with George, I'm over him just like Katie (or maybe she's not as we learn in this chapter) but hey I don't even know what I want to do with the whole thing yet! However, I had a little muse while on my two-hour car ride, so I had to write right away!
Becky: I loathed chapter twenty-one, I had mucho writer's block, I can't stand it! I didn't even want to publish the junk in chapter twenty-one! I was at a total loss of ideas. Cedric was a cutie, maybe a rise from the dead?
All reviews are greatly appreciated!
~*Chasing Mr. Wood*~
10 AM:
I'm going down to the common room. Joy!
11:29 AM:
That was very odd! I saw Oliver all alone in the common room. So I started to talk to him, you know to blow off some steam.
"I can't stand George!"-Me
"Then he dies."-Oliver
"No you can't kill him!"-Me
"And why on earth not Kates?"-Oliver
"Because, he should be tortured."-Me
"You're evil!"-Oliver
"I know!"-Me
"Alicia stinks too."-Me
"I know, sort of like moldy grass huh?"-Oliver
"I meant it in a figurative sense."-Me
"O"-Oliver
"I can't stand her."
"I can't stand her either-"-Oliver
As an afterthought:
"Wait she's my girlfriend huh?"-Oliver
"Uhuh."-Me
Then he did something really weird, he ruffled my hair. I sort of scooted away from him on the couch, I mean I was mad at Alicia, but to flirt with Oliver when she wasn't around was just wrong. However I did it anyways.
I did the cute twirling hair thing, and the cute pout. Then realizing that this was morally 'wrong' I stopped. Okay so maybe it wasn't the morals in it. Perchance it was because in my heart I knew I still liked George?
No, it wasn't that!
"You know I've always liked you."-Oliver
"I know, we're friends."-Me making the dumb response trying to act like he hadn't been suggestive.
"No, not like friends."-Oliver
"Uhuh, dearie did you forget that you're so obviously going out with Alicia?"-Me
Then, Oliver put his arm around me, and I screamed:
"You, get your bloody arm away from me." And I slapped him right across the face, and then I ran to the kitchens to see Alicia, who was most likely eating hotdogs. Finally I found her, eating hotdogs of course.
"Alicia, your boyfriend is a sicko, I think you ought to break up with him."
"Oh Katie, don't be so vain, just because you want to go out with him don't go causing trouble."
"No, *really* Alicia"
"Oh please, Oliver and I really like each other. I think I've really found *the one*"
"Your dumb, don't pay attention to me, be a stubborn little moron, but don't come crying to me when you find the truth lying right under your nose."
Then I stampeded out of the kitchens, and now I'm here, at the dormitory.
Be careful what you wish for.
Now I don't know what I bloody want.
Oliver is obviously an untrustworthy little fool, and Alicia won't trust me and is stuck in her little fantasy version of love.
In general:
My life stinks.
11:58 PM:
I think I'll just skip classes for the rest of the day, I'm 'sick'
11:59 PM:
BRAN!
1:45 PM:
Talked to Bran who is also 'sick' with a 'cold' as he calls it. Also known as his obsession to skip classes and read smart boy books.
I wish I were smart.
But me Mum and Dad are dumbo's so it tisn't in my genes.
I told Bran about my lousy life he just nodded and said:
"The problem with you Kates is that you don't have Buddha in your life."
Very creeped out I said, well, I said nothing.
Bran just blinked.
Maybe blinking is a Buddhist thing.
Blink.
DUDE!
My life stinks!
I asked Bran if I should talk to George, Bran laughed like a wild man and said:
"Thought you had more sense then that Kates."
"Sense? This has nothing to do with sense!" Okay so maybe it does, but that being beside the point.
"Over Merlin's *dead* body it doesn't."
"It doesn't! Bran! Listen to me!"
"I'm listening."
"No your not! You're reading about herbs and fungi."
"And it's interesting."
"And my love life isn't?"
Pout.
2:00 PM:
I'm so happy to be living today.
Life is just so cut off your nose to spite your face fantastic!
I hate George.
Oh if only that was so simple.
I thought I was over him?
2:10 PM:
*Revelation* I'm going to talk to George, because you know what? Oh nevermind.
3:45 PM:
I saw Fred and asked where George was. Fred motioned to the boys' WC. I squealed. He said he'd been in there ages.
So in my utter dumbness and loss of tact and mind. I said "Hey ho let's go!" And I rushed to the boys' water closet.
And there was George in one of the stalls. I could tell because his colourful sneakers stuck out, I had to get on my hands and knees to see the sneakers!
I knocked on the door.
"Fred get your bloody ugly face out of here!"
"Hey! Aren't you two twins?" I smiled giggly.
George sighed.
Then, I knocked again: "I want to talk to you."
"Fine."
George unlocked the door and came out of the stall. Just then Marcus Flint walked in:
"Girl in the bathroom eh?" He said his lips quivering in happiness.
George stepped up his face less then two inches away from Flint's.
"Get out." He managed to say, Flint rolled his eyes.
Fred walked in.
"Stop messing with my bloody brother." Fred said smiling and standing next to George.
Flint was about ready to punch Fred in the nose, but George got there first, punching Flint right in the eye. Flint yowled in pain, then started walking out of the bathroom.
"I just wanted to go to the WC!" Flint muttered as he walked out of the bathroom swiftly holding his eye gingerly.
"You two really stay together." I smiled, stating the obvious, Fred nodded, as did George.
"I'll leave you two alone." Fred smiled winking quite a lot at George.
George leaned against the wall of a stall, and blinked. I did the same.
"What do you want?" George muttered a bit harshly (if you ask me)
"I was just wondering, did you mean what you said? About it being a one- time thing? And how it all went so fast."
"Well, I sort of meant what I said but the longer I go with you ignoring me, the more I wish I could take it all back. We used to be really corking friends."
"I know."
"We used to do pranks together, and steal Potion's from Snape's classroom, and then we'd laugh and run to the kitchens, eating tons of pumpkin pasties." George continued. I laughed.
"And remember when we made Snape's socks fly all around the great hall at brekkie?" I added.
George chuckled in spite of himself.
Awkward silence.
"I remember, back in our first year I met you on the train ride here." I said looking down at the tiles.
"I remember you leant me some sickles so I could buy some chocolate frogs all I had was some nasty looking turkey sandwich." George added.
"And then you gave me the card." I said making eye contact with him.
"It was Dumbledore." We said in unison.
Awkward silence.
"Oh George! I want to try it again, it was all so dumb, and trivial and petty you made me remember how much fun we used to share, and the pranks, and the candy, and-"
"And the snogging" George added with a sheepish grin on his face.
"And the snogging." I said giggling a bit.
"And I want more fun times!" I said barely containing my excitement "More fun times, with you, and me."
"I want to go out with you again." I muttered under my breath.
"What was that you said?" George inquired most likely knowing good and well what I said.
"I said I want to give it another go." I said looking at the sink.
"We could try." George smiled.
I ran over to the wall in which he was sitting near and flew my arms around him. He reciprocated the hug.
"So that blond girl?" I said, stating something I had been thinking about for a long time.
"Nothing, love." George replied, still hugging me as if tomorrow would never come.
And maybe tomorrow would never come.
But if it didn't I could die in peace knowing I tried once more to work it out with George Weasley.