I knew I had
made a mistake in asking him as soon as the words left my mouth. But it was
really getting at me.
He bit his lip, and looked at the ground not answering. I just stood there
watching him.
I was waiting for him so say "No" so I could prove Alicia wrong and I
would get on with life. During the time we didn't talk, at least I was safe.
But now I stepped out my comfort zone.
My heart jumped when he picked his head up and looked at me. With a huff he
said, "Maybe."
My jaw dropped. He was supposed to say "No!"
He walked into the locker room and I followed him. "Maybe, Oliver?"
He said quite firmly, "Yes, maybe."
Maybe wouldn't do it for me. I needed a solid answer. "What am I supposed
to do with that?"
He turned and furrowed his eyebrows, "Whatever you want, Katie. Let's not
talk for a while."
This really shocked me. Didn't the boy just say he missed me? "Oliver, you
just said you missed talking to me. Now you're taking that all back?"
"No." He said flatly.
Truth be told, I was glad that he missed me. I missed him, too. The old him at least. I was extremely disappointed when he
wanted to throw it all away. "Then what do you mean?"
He turned to me and said, "OK, yes, something DID happen last night. I'm
not sure what it was. I need to think about it."
I started to understand, "So you want some time to think about it?"
He looked confused and muttered, "...Yeah, I guess."
This was too confusing, and I couldn't think straight while Oliver was around.
"Fine, talk to me when you want." I grabbed my duffle and left.
I started walking to the Tower alone. Normally, I would have waited for him,
but we were both confused. So, something DID happen and it was HIS fault not
mine. If he wanted time, I'd give him time. I'd give him all the time in the
world.
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When I got to common room, Alicia was waiting for me, grinning like an idiot.
"Well? What happened?"
"Nothing," I lied. I was not going to tell her until I knew what was
going on. There was no use in the both of us being confused.
"Yeah right!" she said.
"No, really," I lied again. "He told me that I need to be more
careful with my things. Like that glove. Filch or someone was pissed about my
junk being all over the floor."
Alicia looked at me in disbelief, but to my own disbelief, she gave up,
"OK, if you say so."
Then Oliver came through the portrait hole and stopped in his tracks. Alicia
waved him over. I walked away as he walked up. Yup, I was giving him time. As I
walked away I heard Alicia ask him if he was going to go to Hogsmeade next
weekend. I forgot there was a Hogsmeade trip.
Oliver and I didn't talk for days. At one practice, he even had the audacity to
say "Focus Bell! Where is your head?" I couldn't believe him. If he
kept being a prat like that, I would never talk to
him again.
It would be easy as far as I'm concerned. When we leave at the end of the year,
I probably wont ever have a reason to see him again. Which is fine with me. He
is such a prat. I mean, really, who takes time to
think about 'something' and then yells at you and embarrasses you in front of
your whole team? I was sorry that I didn't have my wand. I would've zapped that
stupid blighter.
After that practice, I didn't even go to the locker room, I took all my stuff
and ran to the common room.
At least Alicia agreed that he was being an ass at practice. "It's part of
being of the male sex," she stated simply. It made me feel better, but
only slightly.
I can't believe there was any "potential" anything between us.
The practices were easy after that. I suppose that he realized he stepped over
a line and that getting back on speaking terms with me would be even harder.
I was really excited about the Hogsmeade trip, though. I sat with Percy on a
sofa the night before Halloween. He was trying his best to comfort Harry about
the trip. Harry's evil guardians hadn't signed his permission slip, and he
couldn't go. I promised to get him something from the joke shop.
Percy was hilarious. I think he even made Harry feel worse, "They make a
fuss about Hogsmeade, but I assure you, Harry, it's not all it's cracked up to
be. All right, the sweetshop's rather good, and Zonko's
Joke Shop's rather dangerous, and yes, the Shrieking Shack's always worth a
visit, but really, Harry, apart from that, you're not missing anything."
On Halloween, at breakfast I saw Harry. He was all depressed. Aww, I felt so sorry for him! It seemed like everything was
always happening to him! This guy, Sirius Black, is supposedly out to kill him.
Why does everyone want to kill Harry? Why Harry, when they can kill Wood
easier?
Hogsmeade was fun, for the most part. I got Harry a box of Pepper Imps. I
thought he'd laugh at that.
It wasn't so fun when I was at the Three Broomsticks, though. George and Fred
decided to sit down with me, which was all well and good, except that they
wanted to talk. Wood. Ugh.
"We think something's up," said Fred.
"Between you and Oliver"
I pretended to be shocked. "Why would you think that?"
"Because we asked where you were and he freaked," said George.
" ' I don't know! I don't CARE either! Don't think that I DO, because I
DON'T!' " said Fred imitating Oliver.
"Oh well...we just aren't getting along is all," I tried to explain,
but Fred cut me off.
"Even more so than usual?" asked Fred, seemingly interested.
I have to admit, I love the twins. But, trying to listen to them is tough! They
are a bunch of laughs and confusion. "I guess," I said.
"What, you didn't REJECT him, did you?" said Fred, and George slapped
him across the face.
"Said too much! Must be going!" said George hastily. He quickly stood
up and pulled Fred out of his chair. "See you at the feast!" and with
that, they went out the door.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to slam my head on the table over, and over again
until I could erase what just happened. But then I thought that everyone would
think I was nuts and lock me up. So I opted for a round of butterbeers.
When I was properly tipsy, I found Alicia and we left Hogsmeade. I was very
bubbly and happy. At the feast, I kept bursting into a fit of giggles, totally
oblivious to the entertainment going on around me. By the end, I was feeling
better about everything. That is, until I saw Oliver sitting a couple people
over.
I walked with Percy and Alicia to the portrait hole to find it completely
slashed and ruined. Percy freaked and sent for Dumbledore.
When he came he said "We need to find her. Professor McGonagall, please go
and find Mr. Filch at once."
Then Peeves came, I hate Peeves. He is soooo sooo annoying. He said Dumbledore'd
be lucky to find the Fat Lady, because she was ashamed, and didn't want to be
seen. "Did she say who did it?" said Dumbledore quietly.
"Oh yes, Professorhead. He got very angry when
she wouldn't let him in, you see. Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius
Black."
Standing near me I saw Harry go pale. Poor Harry.
All the houses were sent back to the Great Hall. "The teachers and I need
to conduct a thorough search of the castle. I'm afraid that, for your own
safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand
guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in
charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately, he added to
Percy, who swelled proudly. "Oh, yes, you'll be needing..."
With a wave of his wand the tables were up against the wall, another wave and
the floor was covered with hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags.
"Sleep well."
"Everyone into their sleeping bags! Come on, now, no more talking! Lights
out in ten minutes!" shouted Percy, and I laughed at his pompousness.
Alicia and I grabbed some sleeping bags and quickly got in them. I dozed off to
sleep rather quickly, still being affected from the butterbeer.
I woke up in the middle of the night to find Oliver's head a foot or two away
from mine. We were sleeping opposite each other.
He looked so sweet when he slept. I smiled to myself. Then it happened, like a
tsunami, I realized that I like Oliver Wood. I laid watching him for a while,
until sleep overtook me, and I was off to dreamland.
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Resources : Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban,
by J.K. Rowling. Copyright 1999, pgs. 151, 159, 160, 161 'The Flight of the Fat
Lady', pgs. 162, 163 'Grim Defeat'
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, nor am I looking to make money off of her
success. I am just merely a fan who is a little overly obsessed.
A/N: Please tell me what you think!!!! Was it too sudden? PLEASE? I NEED HELP
HERE. I HOPE THIS DOESN'T SUCK!!!
