Renee Helmer's Little Black Book
(Otherwise Known as a Diary)


29 October

7:58 am

 Bloody brilliant Quidditch morning! Perfect really, except for the Oliver Wood parts. But the Draco Malfoy parts couldn't have been better!

Oh, how wrong that does sound.

I don't know if I can handle these practices starting at six in the morning. Very tiring. I don't care if our first match against Gryffindor is this Saturday, I need some sleep. It's bad timing anyway, being right after the Halloween party and all.

So anyway! Why Quidditch was just that great.

Sharron of Puddlemere United was there again with Ollie and Ter, and wanted to see me and Malfoy fight it out for the Snitch. Maybe this was the real reason behind the early practice, I'm not sure.

Well Malfoy wasn't very happy about this naturally, thinking that when--I mean if--I beat him, they would probably make me the Seeker, but he was assured that that wouldn't happen, it was mostly for curiosity's sake.

But I of course didn't want to leave it at that, so I said to him, I'll bet you that I'm the better Seeker.

And what do I get out of it when I win? he asked. (--as if!)

What would you like?

A bad thing to ever ask a Malfoy. He smirked at me in that Malfoy way which can only mean one thing...

It made me want to hurl.

Alright, fine. But if I win, I get to pick out your costume for the Halloween Ball.

Oh, that made him nervous, but he certainly wasn't going to back down in front of the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, so we shook on it.

Are you sure about this, Renee? Ollie asked sweetly while Sharron set up the temporary teams. I thought it was terribly cute of him to be worried about my--ahem--chastity.

Honestly, Ollie, I said, you know I'm better than he is. You've seen us both play as Seekers.

He smiled nervously and nodded. He was so cute and concerned!

Sharron told Terry to play Beater against me, and he seemed so eager. I guess he's always dreamed of beating me... ahem...

Okay, he just likes boys....

Each of us had one Beater and two acting Chasers (our second Beater got to be a Chaser for once, so did our Keeper). The Keepers didn't exist for this since we weren't really trying to score points, just reenact the busyness of a real Quidditch match and make it challenging.

I already had more working against me than Malfoy. Terry can actually aim, and quite accurately at that (after all, he is a professional). And they came super fast right at my head. But he never quite got me, even though it took me a few minutes to get used to the whole dodging thing again.

You know the Seeker routine: Sit on your perch while looking for the glint of gold, occasionally stopping to dodge a rabid bludger. It's really not all that difficult... well, at least not for those of us with some Seeking capabilities.

So I totally faked Malfoy out. I saw the Snitch and dived... about 90 degrees from the actual angle I needed to go, all the while keeping it in the corner of my eye. Then when I saw Malfoy take the bait, I did this cute little curve-around and went after the real Snitch. By the time Draco realized what was going on, it was too late for him.

Bloody brilliant, as I said.

So there was much rejoicing. Ter hugged me and said I was great, Sharron rushed off to do something after smiling and congratulating me, and Ollie stared in awe.

And Malfoy sulked.

So now I'm debating between two ideas for his costume: cute frilly pink lace or sexy red silk? I'm leaning more towards sexy, myself.... because that would require fake boobs.

10:01 am

 So I never got to go into detail about Ollie because Snape came in and I don't want to press my luck...

I talked to him after practice (which he agreed was bloody brilliant) and asked him what he was going as to the party. He shrugged, looking terribly sad at the mention of the event. Probably just my old Gryffindor Quidditch uniform.

Wow, that's very creative, I joked. Laura's costume will be adorably sexy, but you probably wouldn't want to match it, what with all the pink and black.

I have a feeling we won't be together much at the party after we walk through the door, he sighed.

I find it so hard to suppress my elation at times, but I was a good girl. I asked intelligently.

She just can't see past the whole Quidditch celebrity thing. It really bothers her.

Well that's easily solved. Either quit the team or find a sexy Quidditch playing chick such as myself, I said with a wink.

He didn't smile back. Renee, don't misunderstand me, I like you a lot, but nothing could ever develop between us.

Honestly, I don't know where he gets these crazy ideas....

And why is that?

Because... you're a Slytherin, your family would hate me, and you're already such a good friend that... that if something happened I would never be able to forgive myself for breaking you heart.

And that was the end of that conversation because if I would have said anything else I would have started crying.

Okay, so I did cry.

I cried oceans.

Terry saw me and cuddled me, telling me everything would be alright whatever it was because we were going to a party in two days and we would have the best time of our lives putting on a show for everyone and that we would sing and dance and be crazy. That made me smile. Then he went on about Quidditch and how I should try out for pro and stuff, it was all very crazy but it made me feel better, and made me excited again about this morning's practice, so excited I had to write about that first. I love Terry.

But now that I'm thinking about Ollie again... Does that mean he really does like me? Like a lot? Hm....

Yes, Malfoy definitely needs the sexy red silk.

11:32 pm

 I've been singing Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend at my sexy self in the mirror for the past hour, in full costume too! Crys is also wearing hers, and she's about to kill me if I don't shut up... and so are the girlies in the rooms above and below and beside me...

Honestly, I don't sound that bad. Crys even admitted that I sounded sexy, it's just that I've been doing it for an hour.

Heh, Crys said I was sexy. Who's the lezzer now?

OUCH!

Those spiky high-heels of hers are deadly.

First she could throw things at me in her sleep. Now she throws things as I write stuff about her in here. That's crazy and creepy and has got to stop.

Maybe I'll just stop medicating Venom for revenge upon her, heh heh heh.

OW!

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