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Chapter 5 - Lets Talk
When I got back to the Gryffindor common room, Alicia was waiting for me. She
was pissed. At me. What have I done now?
"Speak. Tell me what happened at practice!" she demanded.
Thinking of practice itself, I told her. "Well, since you didn't show up,
I just flew around for a while. That's all that happened." I said, and I
probably shouldn't have done this, but as an afterthought I added, "...At
practice."
"Then what happened after practice?" she asked angrily.
"Why do you care? Why do you even suspect anything?" I just asked her
back. I never would have thought that she was psychic.
"Because our dear friend Oliver just came in -"
"Oh no..." I sighed. Did he say anything? What did he say?
But Alicia went on, still miffed. "- and I asked him how practice went and
he said 'I don' wanna talk 'bout it!!!' Katie, what did you do to him!?"
She was now yelling at me, and the Gryffindor common room was terribly silent.
I glared at her. "Nothing! Nothing happened, Alicia!" I stepped away
from her and said as calmly as possible. "Now, If your done yelling at me,
I'll be in the dorm. That is, if you want to have a civilized
conversation." Then I ran up to the dorm.
For the few seconds I had alone, I felt relief that tomorrow was Saturday. I
threw myself onto my bed, closed the posters and screamed bloody murder into my
satin pillow case. My whole body seized up until my scream was over. When I was
through, my poster was drawn aside, and Alicia was standing there, a towering
inferno.
"Let's talk." She said sharply.
"OK..." I said reluctantly, and sat up with my legs crossed on my
bed. "Why are you so mad?" I asked her.
"Wood's a friend of mine, and if you don't like him than fine. But don't
yell at him, we're still a team, you know," she explained, thoroughly
cooled down.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell her of what happened, because if it was
nothing, I didn't want to be making a big deal about it. I started, "We
just had a run-in, is all." It was quite literal actually.
That didn't satisfy her. She was always digging for more information.
"Well, what did you SAY to him?!" she asked impatiently.
"Nothing."
She looked at me as if I was out of my head and she continued, scratching hers,
"Are you sure? I mean you should have seen him when he came in. He was
really pale, but his cheeks were really red. He was really irritable. I knew he
had just come from practice, because he had his broom with him. I knew you had
been at practice..." she stated, looking at me quizically.
What? This was making less and less sense. If he didn't mean for us to end up
like that, then he should not have whispered in my ear! But why would he want
that? I shook the next thought out of my head with a random shudder. I couldn't
accept it.
Alicia noticed my shudder and asked in her trademark soothing tone, "Well
then, what did happen?"
I felt my insides contract at the mere memory of our position. I supposed if it
had been any other two people in the world, it would have looked terribly
romantic.
"Go on, then..." she pried. I gave in because I knew that she would
get it out of me somehow, even if it was the most trivial thing in the world.
I took a deep breath, looked up at her and began. "Well, I was at my
locker and he startled me out of my wits because he was at my ear, whispering,
and I turned around and I was smack up against him, like....like I dunno."
I sighed. "I guess we were both surprised, because we didn't really know
what to say. I couldn't back off, because the lockers were behind me, and he
didn't back off, so I was stuck there. I must've startled him, too, because he
didn't finish what he was going to tell me," I said as fast as I could.
When I looked up again, Alicia had this unexplainably wide grin on her face.
Apparently she was amused. "Well? Do you know what he was going to
say?!?" she screeched as if she knew. She sounded similar to the girls in
years below us act when Oliver passes them in the hall.
"I don't know! 'I' something... What's it matter?" I asked hastily.
As she sat next to me, she looked at me as if I didn't see something that was
painfully obvious to everyone else. "Like...'I Like you,' maybe?"
"Uh...no," I objected. "Just...no"
Alicia reached behind my back grabbed me pillow and hugged it in front of her.
She smiled at me sympathetically. "I'm not kidding, Katie. You ought to
hear the things he lets slip out about you when you aren't around...I guess
that's why I freaked at you, because I didn't want you to be mean to him, when
he's so fond of you."
The word "fond" sat in my head. It was surreal.
"Ooops, but I wasn't supposed to tell you that!" Alicia finished
quickly.
I sighed heavily, looked at Alicia and furrowed my eyebrows. "I wish you
hadn't," I said.
She rubbed my back sympathetically and said cheerily, "then again, I could
be wrong. You know me. The Stupe, Alicia!"
I didn't sleep well that night.
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When I woke up at 11:30, I was so happy it was Saturday, and even more happy my
sleep was completely dreamless.
I stayed in the dorm most of the day, doing homework. I love homework. As if I
don't work hard enough during that actual class.
When it was 4:30 I got my Quidditch robes on. I like my robes. The scarlet
looks really cute with my dirty blonde, medium brown hair. (A/N: In this story,
Katie Bell looks like Katie Holmes, if you know who that is!) But my
multicolored hair was my only consolation. For probably the first time in my
life, I didn't want to go to practice.
I knew that Alicia would be nudging me and making faces at me all through
Oliver's speech. I also knew that Oliver would pretend like nothing happened,
and not even acknowledge it. I didn't like the thought of that.
I couldn't find my left Quidditch glove. Mum paid 14 sickles for them! I looked
all through the common room, and by the portrait hole. They weren't anywhere to
be found. I looked at my wrist watch and it said "YOU'RE LATE!!!" I
started panicking at the thought of being late and having the whole team
including Oliver stare at me as I walked in. Screw the glove, I thought and ran
down the stairs. I almost fell two stories because just as I stepped on the
stairs between third and fourth floor, the damn stair case changed.
I sprinted to the Quidditch locker room where the team was sitting on benches.
I wasn't late. Harry and even Oliver weren't there yet.
Alicia gave me a devilish grin as I walked into the room. I knew exactly what
she was grinning about, and I glared back at her. I sat down between Angelina
and Alicia.
I fought the urge to slap Alicia when she whispered as if she was talking to a
baby, "Aaaaw, our Kitty is growing up!",when Oliver strode into the
room.
He looked stern, and didn't look anywhere near me. "First order of
business," he said, "Who does this glove belong to?"
I felt my face go red. I silently raised my hand.
He looked at me, squinting, sighed heavily, and tossed the glove to me. Alicia
nudged me in my ribs, grinning.
Then Harry walked in and sat down. Oliver began his speech. I was eager to hear
what he came up with and if it accomplished what he'd wanted. "This is our
last chance - my last chance - to win the Quidditch Cup. I'll be leaving at the
end of this year. I'll never get another shot at it."
This made me sad, because it was also my last year. "Gryffindor hasn't won
for seven years now. Okay, so we've had the worst luck in the world - injuries
- then the tournament getting called off last year..." He trailed off,
looked me at sadly and swallowed hard. "But we also know we've also got
the best - ruddy - team - in - the - school," he said, punching his fist
into the palm of his other hand, that old confidence back in him. "We've
got three superb Chasers," he said pointing at me, Angelina, and Alicia.
"We've got two unbeatable Beaters-"
"Stop it, Oliver, you're embarrassing us," said Fred and George
together, pretending to blush, and suddenly I realized that is exactly what I
was doing. Blushing.
"-And we've got a Seeker who has never failed to win us a match!" he
glared at Harry, with furious pride. "And me," he added lightly.
"We think you're very good too, Oliver," said George.
"Spanking good Keeper," said Fred. I grinned and nodded.
"The point is," he went on, pacing in front of us "The Quidditch
Cup should have had our name on it these last two years. Ever since Harry
joined the team, I've thought the thing was in the bag. But we haven't got it,
and this year's the last chance we'll get to finally see our name on the
thing...."
He spoke so dejectedly that even Fred and George looked sympathetic.
"Oliver, this year's our year," said Fred.
"We'll do it, Oliver!" said Angelina.
"Definitely," said Harry.
I wanted to chime in and say something bright, too. But, I couldn't say
anything. I was stunned at this speech. It was far better than anything I could
have helped him with. I was very, very proud to be part of the Gryffindor
Quidditch team, and very proud of Oliver. Just then I realized why I was not
the Captain. I would have just said something sarcastic. Awesome job Oliver, I
thought.
I felt another sharp nudge in my side from Alicia, bringing me back to life.
"Ow! Alicia, what the hell was that for?" Apparently, I was studying
my hands and thinking at the same time.
"Someone is trying to get your attention!" She said.
I turned at her, glaring. Was this some stupid Oliver joke? I primed myself to
get ready to rip out her hair when I heard that familiar Scottish accent gently
say my nickname, "Kates?" He was standing a couple feet away from me
with an expression that said 'Hello? Are you awake?'
He was always startling me. But I have to admit, it's kind of exciting.
"Yeah?" I said. This was exactly how it started last night.
"Can I talk to you? Privately?" was his inquiry. My stomach seized,
again. I didn't like where this is going. I got up and followed him out onto
the pitch.
We walked in silence for about 2 minutes. He took us well out of earshot, I had
noticed. He cleared his throat and stopped walking. He turned to me, bowed his
head and looked me in the eye. "Katie, I've been doing some
thinking."
"Er..." came out of my mouth, and I shut it quickly.
"Last night," he said, and my already seized up stomach felt like it
disappeared. "Me and you....You and I, rather..." he continued, as my
insides felt like they were replaced by lead."We were talking....like we
used to."
I let out a sigh of relief. But he continued "It was nice, Kates. It was
like we were second years again. I was thinking, what happened? We used to be
great friends."
He looked as though he expected an answer. I looked up into his face, and my
eyes lowered to his lips. Then I looked quickly back up to him. I breathed
hard, and crossed my arms, "People change, Oliver...I guess we just
changed."
"Well, yeah you don't look like a little girl anymore," He stopped
and looked terrified. "I mean. Yeah...I noticed that...you don't look like
a little girl anymore, not the one I used to know, at least."
"You aren't the little boy I used to know either," Said and cocked my
head to the side, looking up at him. But he shook his head 'no.'
"No, Kates, that's not it. I changed. I mean...we act differently to each
other now. But when you're with Fred and George you are just like I remembered
you."
Again, he had me confused. "Eloquently put." I said, grinning.
"Like that! Right there! You were always so sarcastic, but it was
funny," he exclaimed brightly. "I guess I realized that I missed
you?" He said squinting, like he was preparing for the worst.
He missed me. He missed me? I said exactly what I was thinking, "How could
you have time to miss me? I mean you had Alisa..." I remembered how he
just stopped talking to me when he got with Alisa last year, the looks that she
used to give me whenever I walked in on them snogging or what not. It was a
face of victory and 'I'm-better-than-you-are.'
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, too. She would get pissed whenever I said
anything about you," he explained. Maybe Alisa saw me as a threat? What
exactly was going on here? "I guess I treated you pretty badly, eh?"
I just grinned up at him. "No, Wood, don't worry about it." I punched
his shoulder lightly.
"Good, I'm glad I got that off of my mind."
I looked at his lips again and felt the need to ask him something, but I would
wait.
We started walking back, and I was watching my feet. We didn't talk.
Before he walked into the locker room, I tugged at the back of his robes and he
turned around to face me. "Oliver?"
"Yeah?"
"Was our little run-in an accident, last night? Did you want that to
happen?" I whispered so no one but him could hear.
"What run-in?" he said panicked.
"I'm pretty sure you know what I mean. Did you mean for that to
happen?"
"Er..." he said, searching for words. But, I was impatient.
I took a step closer to him looked him straight in the eye and whispered in an
unusually high pitch, "Oliver, did you mean to almost kiss me?"
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Resources: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling, pages
143-144, 'The Flight of the Fat Lady"
Yes, I used some things from the book and, I'm trying to make it coincide with
the book.
Please review. How am I doing? Does it fit well with the book?
