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'Kates' is something that Angelina calls me. She's my
little 'Quidditch sister'. She, George and Fred are all fifth years. Well,
she's not that little. She's only about an inch or two shorter than I am. Fred
and George tower over me. I think we get along really well because I am so
immature with them. Alicia is my roommate, and one of my best friends.
I don't really know Harry all that well. He's such a cute little guy! He seems
shy to me. But he can really freak at that pratty
Malfoy. Those confrontations are always fun to watch. I never really talk with
him, though. He's always with Ron (Fred and George's main prank target) and
Hermione Granger. Solving mysteries or something. I
also know that, like Oliver, he should have been born on a broomstick. If he
doesn't catch the snitch when we play Slytherin, his head will roll.
I get along really well with the team, except Oliver of course. I can't believe
he called me 'Kates.' I don't walk around calling him
"Ollie." Still when he said it, it was rather entertaining. With that
Scottish accent, you know? I always liked the way he says "Quaffle,"
or "hoops" he says it like "hughps."
The only people that call him "Ollie" are Alisa. He calls her "Lissy." Cute, but vomit inducing at
the same time.
Kates... Well, maybe he forgot my name, or something.
Good of him, that is.
I didn´t loose sleep about it,
though. Next morning, Alicia and I walked to Transfiguration. I always
liked this class. Probably because Ole McGonagall, supported
Quidditch so much. She loved making small talk with the three of us about
tactics. Yeah, the three of us. Oliver is in that
class, too.
Today we were Transfiguring dining tables into wardrobes. If there was any
class I liked as much as Charms, it was this class. I turned my table into a
beautiful cherry finished, red wood wardrobe. I asked McGonagall if I could
keep it. She said no.
When Oliver Transfigured his table, it still had legs
sticking out the back of the wardrobe. That really got me,
I could have sworn he was perfect.
Alicia and I exchanged surprised glances. I might have been giggling, because
he looked up at us all flustered.
Maybe I would go easy on him today in practice. After all, he just realized
that he wasn´t perfect. Maybe I wont.
Wow, I am such a bitch!
When class was over, I walked with Alicia and Percy into the Great Hall for
lunch. Of course, Percy rushed off. (Important Head Boy business, you know.)
Percy is really as gas. He's always telling us of all his duties... Well, if it
makes him happy, then that's all well and good.
As we turned into the Great Hall, Marcus Flint came up behind me and said
"Looking good, Belle!" Oi, he really gives
me the heeby-geebies. Last year, I went on a date
with him (out on a bet with Alicia!). He is such a slime- ball. He was very
clearly only interested in the physical aspect of it.
"More than I can say for you!" was my response.
"OOooh, fiesty.
I like that in a girl..." he sneered.
"Oh, sod off, you git!" I said to him.
"Don't mind if I do..." he said and passed me with a little nudge.
Oh, please, can I cast off now? Then I heard him say "What're you looking
at?" as he was walking.
Oliver Wood, was standing about five feet away
snickering to himself. He was watching Marcus's and my exchange of...words. He
looked at me and shrugged.
I sighed and walked into the Great Hall. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore.
When someone like Marcus Flint makes a pass at you....you'd want the food out,
rather than in. I'm glad someone thinks Marcus's 'thing' for me, or whatever it
is, is funny.
I sat on George's lap for a minute, fooling around, giving him a noogie. Then "Ollie" came and ruined my fun. He's
always doing that.
"Alright guys..."he started.
"AArgh...." was the response from me,
Alicia, George and Fred. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly slid off George's lap
and sat between my Weasley buddies. I always gave
Wood the most trouble.
But, he grinned at my reluctance. "Practice isn't mandatory tonight. I'll
give you guys a break."
My eyebrows rose. I can't believe this. We need the practice! It's our last
year to get the Quidditch Cup and he's not holding practice. This is why I
don't like Oliver. He's so weird. I knew that noone
would show up to a practice that Oliver didn't care about.
The twins and Alicia were all ecstatic. He was happy they were happy, cause he accepted claps on the back freely. He looked at me
all pity-ish. I must have looked at him like I was
angry. Well, I was.
During Charms, I got a blow to the head because my partner, Alicia, was slipped
a fake Weasley wand. So great Flitwick sent me on my way to the hospital wing.
I heard giggling. Alisa's unmistakable giggling, to be exact. I turned the
corner and saw her with a Ravenclaw boy. Actually I
wasn't really surprised. I felt bad that Oliver was living in his perfect
little word while his "perfect" girlfriend is cheating on him. Maybe
he wasn't perfect enough for her. The word perfect shouldn't exist.
I snuck by them without being seen. Not that she would care at all.
I was thinking about what I had just seen while Madame Pomfrey
took care of my head. Poor Oliver. I did really feel
sorry for the poor guy. He's gonna be a wreck.
Maybe he's not as perfect as I thought. That actually made me
feel better though. I hate perfect.
I didn't see Oliver at dinner. Not that I was looking for him of course. I didn't
see Alisa either. I got this foreboding feeling in my stomach. I don't really
know why. She must be dumping him...
But then I saw Oliver walk in, all jovial. I guess she didn't after all. Maybe
she's still leading him on. I disliked Alisa even more. I hate users and
players.
I went up to my dorm and got ready for practice, and Alicia was telling me how
crazy I was to go to a practice when no one would be there. I love flying. If I
could fly all the time, I would. I explained that I needed to get my mind off
of some things.
I walked past my Weasley boys, who were playing
exploding snap and asked them if they wanted to come. They said no. Way to show
love to the sport, guys, really.
When I got to the pitch, no one was there of course. Not even Oliver. I didn't
want to think of what he was doing with that cheating dolt, Alisa. Poor him, maybe perfection isn't everything. Serves
him right, though, he needs to come back to earth. Lovely
earth.
After flying for a while, I took a quaffle out with me. I kept scoring on an
empty hoop. This was no fun. No one was guarding me!
Then suddenly, a flash of scarlet on a broomstick blocked my shot.
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