Not Crazy! Just Different!
By Darby Holliwether
September 1st 10:48 AM
Professor Sprout is lecturing Flint for picking a fight with Ollie in class, so I thought I would write right now. Holding this book up, as Perce is sitting right next to me (!!!!). Normally, I would be totally okay with this, but I can't stop thinking about this! I have problems, I really do.
Anywho, I have discussed the whole "Percy-and-Darby-Love-Connection" possibility thing with Oliver at breakfast this morning. Percy is already at work and refused to eat today, instead scurrying away to the library. Anyway, the following conversation (or something like it) took place at the table:
O: You okay? You kind look weird.
Me: Truth be told? I'm feeling kinda weird.
O: So? Tell dear brother Oliver. Or so to speak. *flashes that grin that makes first years swoon*
Me: If you laugh at me, I will have my owl peck your eyes out, then he'll go pick up Bizzy in a little basket and he'll come and eat you, Wood. I swear on that!
O: I promise, Darby! When did you become so paranoid?!
Me: After you told everyone that I liked Snape, for like, ONE DAY! But anyway. I think I've got it bad for someone we both know very well.
O: *raises eyebrow* Well, dear, you and I-
Me: Not us, you twit!
O: *grin* Keep denying. Wait! *realization dawns on him* You like PERCY?!
[At this sad little point, the headmaster turns his stare at us and we look away guiltily.]
Me: Shut up! YES, I like Percy! Do you want everyone to know about this?
O: Well-
Me: That's not funny! But should I tell him?!
O: If that's what you want, Darby. Hey, I've been meaning to ask you! Why did Sammy and Chandler name you 'Darby' anyway? (Apparently, Chandler and Sammy are not just content with having anyone else call them 'Mr. and Mrs. Holliwether. Or even 'your parents' or whatnot. Grrr.)
Me: Beats me.
Honestly, sometimes I wonder if Ollie is sane or what. He certainly gets distracted easily. But why did Sammy and Chandler name me Darby? Of course, they don't adapt well to 'conventional parenting strategies' and stuff, AKA: being normal. I have two teenagers for parents. At least I have Bizzy, right? He got awfully big awfully fast even though Sammy tried to keep him small by buying him a small-ish tank at first like the pet store guy told us to. And now my little Bizzy is, well, not so little anymore.
Why am I talking about Bizzy instead of Percy?? Hmm.
Oops, got to go, Sprout is giving me the evil eye.
*Noon* Lunchtime
Oliver and Percy are sitting next to me. Oliver, that stupid freak. He keeps making suggestive winks at me, seeing how Percy is sitting next to me. I am going to KILL Oliver Wood if he does not stop 'innocently' batting his eyes at me! Maybe I am to hostile.
Percy and Oliver are discussing some Quidditch stuff at this moment. Gag me with my own wand. What a horrid way to die/become injured. It's not how I'd like to go.
3:14 PM
Oh gosh. I have never been SO humiliated in my entire life! And not just because I cried in front of Oliver and Percy (gulp). Well, here's what occurred about, um, nine minutes ago.
Well, the three of us were going back to the common room since classes were over when we turned a corner and I accidentally (I cannot stress the word ACCIDENTALLY enough!) collided with Marcus Flint and two of his brainwashed goons, Ferdinand Zabini and Alexander Stoneburg.
"Oh, man, fellows! I've got Mudblood germs all over me!" he crowed in that annoying drawl of his. Oliver's face turned bright red and looked like he was going to attempt to knock some sense into Flint.
Normally I didn't mind, but I was in a sour mood because of a crazed potions assignment. That name usually didn't frazzle me because I never had heard it used on me (or anyone) until I came to Hogwarts, but this time it really kind of hurt and REALLY pissed me off at the same time. I blinked back a tear of hurt. And smiled at Marcus Flint.
Meanwhile, Percy was not amused.
"I don't EVER want to hear you call her that ever again," Percy said, trying to be firm, but using a wavering voice.
"Oh. Well, what are you going to do about it, you half wit?" Flint countered leeringly. Percy looked stricken. "What's wrong? Can't you afford to give me some sort of comeback?" Poor Percy froze and couldn't get any words out. Oliver was so infuriated he couldn't say ANYTHING. Which is rare.
And Marcus began calling Percy all these terrible names, until I was shaking in fury and I couldn't stand it anymore. My hands clenched into fists.
And I swung the right one.
And it hit Flint square in the jaw. He grunted.
"Shut up! You are not half the person Percy is. So go shove it, you illiterate TWIT!" I spat foully, and I would have continued, if Oliver wouldn't have abruptly clapped a hand over my mouth.
So then Flint and his goons each held up a threatening fist. Ollie moved quickly to stand in front of the two of us.
"If you touch either one of them," Oliver said, gesturing to me and Percy. "You will not have arms to play Quidditch with." Ollie always protects (or tries to) Percy and me. A lot of people are afraid of him. He's tall and thin, but he's really strong from playing Quidditch all the time. I appreciate it, I really do. But I can take care of myself, Oliver.
Even though I could sorta tell he was little uneasy at this threat, Marcus laughed.
"I'll see you later, Weasley. You too, Wood. And especially you, Darby Holliwether." He chuckled. "Or perhaps I should say 'Darby Weasley?'" And with that, the three of them turned away.
It happened in slow motion. Ollie screamed some obscene phrases; making me glad no teachers were around. I slumped against the wall and slipped down until I sat up against the wall, chin resting on my knees. I tried to blink back tears, but it didn't work well. There I was, sitting in a little hallway in front of Ollie and Percy, where anyone could just walk over and see me bawling my eyes out over some repulsive moron's even more moronic comments. I wanted Bizzy. And Sammy. And even Chandler, although he kind of disliked Bizzy.
Ollie and Perce sat down on either side of me. Oliver leaned his head on my arm, and Percy placed a shy hand on my shoulder. I tried to calm myself down. At least Sammy had taught me how to deliver a solid smack to someone. Sure, it was supposed to be used in the event I was walking alone down a dark alley way and some perv jumps me (When is that going to happen?! Sometimes I think Sammy isn't playing with a full deck.), but this works too.
"Darby? Are you okay?" Percy was asking timidly.
"Geez, Darby. I have NEVER seen you so pissed!" Oliver gasped out, bewildered. "And wow! When you punched that fleabag, I thought he was gonna cry for a minute."
"Don't you listen to what he said. About ANYTHING. He's totally wrong and NOT worthy of having someone like you worry about him," Perce said softly.
But, oh, Percy, if you only knew how semi-right he was about ONE thing. Sure, we weren't married. But I'm not going to lie and say that the thought hadn't trampled through my head at least once in the previous twenty-four hours.
Apparently, Oliver was thinking that same thing, and raised one of his eyebrows at me when Percy glanced away. I sighed sadly.
"Come on, Darby. Let's go back to the dorm and you can let loose there." Oliver helped me to my feet. "That's a good girl. Here." He dried under my eyes with the hankie his mom insisted he carry with him everywhere.
Ollie has normal parents! Sammy insisted I carry a teabag with me. That way, if I come down to her office (she's an interior designer. Which is really cool), I can make her tea. Weird, huh?
"See? There you are," Oliver said, putting the hankie away.
"You can cry as much as you want when we get back to the dorm. We'll stay with you if you want," Percy offered. My heart fluttered. I felt very pathetic about this. He didn't even know I liked him, let alone was getting butterflies from him being so sweet to me. Get a grip, Darby! I thought.
I unconsciously rested my head on Ollie's shoulder as he put his arm around my waist, and Percy took my hand shyly.
"You guys are so good to me," I said, suddenly really sleepy.
And now, all I can think about is A) How much I love Percy. B) How much I miss Sammy and Bizzy and even Chandler. And C) How much I hope I gave Marcus Flint a huge, dark bruise. Nothing would make me happier. Well, except kissing Percy. Which, I suppose, is weird. I mean, I only realized I like him yesterday. Still, I fall for people HARD. And he and Oliver are my best friends. I hate being a confused teenager. No one takes you seriously. I wonder why? And in case you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic.
September 1st 10:48 AM
Professor Sprout is lecturing Flint for picking a fight with Ollie in class, so I thought I would write right now. Holding this book up, as Perce is sitting right next to me (!!!!). Normally, I would be totally okay with this, but I can't stop thinking about this! I have problems, I really do.
Anywho, I have discussed the whole "Percy-and-Darby-Love-Connection" possibility thing with Oliver at breakfast this morning. Percy is already at work and refused to eat today, instead scurrying away to the library. Anyway, the following conversation (or something like it) took place at the table:
O: You okay? You kind look weird.
Me: Truth be told? I'm feeling kinda weird.
O: So? Tell dear brother Oliver. Or so to speak. *flashes that grin that makes first years swoon*
Me: If you laugh at me, I will have my owl peck your eyes out, then he'll go pick up Bizzy in a little basket and he'll come and eat you, Wood. I swear on that!
O: I promise, Darby! When did you become so paranoid?!
Me: After you told everyone that I liked Snape, for like, ONE DAY! But anyway. I think I've got it bad for someone we both know very well.
O: *raises eyebrow* Well, dear, you and I-
Me: Not us, you twit!
O: *grin* Keep denying. Wait! *realization dawns on him* You like PERCY?!
[At this sad little point, the headmaster turns his stare at us and we look away guiltily.]
Me: Shut up! YES, I like Percy! Do you want everyone to know about this?
O: Well-
Me: That's not funny! But should I tell him?!
O: If that's what you want, Darby. Hey, I've been meaning to ask you! Why did Sammy and Chandler name you 'Darby' anyway? (Apparently, Chandler and Sammy are not just content with having anyone else call them 'Mr. and Mrs. Holliwether. Or even 'your parents' or whatnot. Grrr.)
Me: Beats me.
Honestly, sometimes I wonder if Ollie is sane or what. He certainly gets distracted easily. But why did Sammy and Chandler name me Darby? Of course, they don't adapt well to 'conventional parenting strategies' and stuff, AKA: being normal. I have two teenagers for parents. At least I have Bizzy, right? He got awfully big awfully fast even though Sammy tried to keep him small by buying him a small-ish tank at first like the pet store guy told us to. And now my little Bizzy is, well, not so little anymore.
Why am I talking about Bizzy instead of Percy?? Hmm.
Oops, got to go, Sprout is giving me the evil eye.
*Noon* Lunchtime
Oliver and Percy are sitting next to me. Oliver, that stupid freak. He keeps making suggestive winks at me, seeing how Percy is sitting next to me. I am going to KILL Oliver Wood if he does not stop 'innocently' batting his eyes at me! Maybe I am to hostile.
Percy and Oliver are discussing some Quidditch stuff at this moment. Gag me with my own wand. What a horrid way to die/become injured. It's not how I'd like to go.
3:14 PM
Oh gosh. I have never been SO humiliated in my entire life! And not just because I cried in front of Oliver and Percy (gulp). Well, here's what occurred about, um, nine minutes ago.
Well, the three of us were going back to the common room since classes were over when we turned a corner and I accidentally (I cannot stress the word ACCIDENTALLY enough!) collided with Marcus Flint and two of his brainwashed goons, Ferdinand Zabini and Alexander Stoneburg.
"Oh, man, fellows! I've got Mudblood germs all over me!" he crowed in that annoying drawl of his. Oliver's face turned bright red and looked like he was going to attempt to knock some sense into Flint.
Normally I didn't mind, but I was in a sour mood because of a crazed potions assignment. That name usually didn't frazzle me because I never had heard it used on me (or anyone) until I came to Hogwarts, but this time it really kind of hurt and REALLY pissed me off at the same time. I blinked back a tear of hurt. And smiled at Marcus Flint.
Meanwhile, Percy was not amused.
"I don't EVER want to hear you call her that ever again," Percy said, trying to be firm, but using a wavering voice.
"Oh. Well, what are you going to do about it, you half wit?" Flint countered leeringly. Percy looked stricken. "What's wrong? Can't you afford to give me some sort of comeback?" Poor Percy froze and couldn't get any words out. Oliver was so infuriated he couldn't say ANYTHING. Which is rare.
And Marcus began calling Percy all these terrible names, until I was shaking in fury and I couldn't stand it anymore. My hands clenched into fists.
And I swung the right one.
And it hit Flint square in the jaw. He grunted.
"Shut up! You are not half the person Percy is. So go shove it, you illiterate TWIT!" I spat foully, and I would have continued, if Oliver wouldn't have abruptly clapped a hand over my mouth.
So then Flint and his goons each held up a threatening fist. Ollie moved quickly to stand in front of the two of us.
"If you touch either one of them," Oliver said, gesturing to me and Percy. "You will not have arms to play Quidditch with." Ollie always protects (or tries to) Percy and me. A lot of people are afraid of him. He's tall and thin, but he's really strong from playing Quidditch all the time. I appreciate it, I really do. But I can take care of myself, Oliver.
Even though I could sorta tell he was little uneasy at this threat, Marcus laughed.
"I'll see you later, Weasley. You too, Wood. And especially you, Darby Holliwether." He chuckled. "Or perhaps I should say 'Darby Weasley?'" And with that, the three of them turned away.
It happened in slow motion. Ollie screamed some obscene phrases; making me glad no teachers were around. I slumped against the wall and slipped down until I sat up against the wall, chin resting on my knees. I tried to blink back tears, but it didn't work well. There I was, sitting in a little hallway in front of Ollie and Percy, where anyone could just walk over and see me bawling my eyes out over some repulsive moron's even more moronic comments. I wanted Bizzy. And Sammy. And even Chandler, although he kind of disliked Bizzy.
Ollie and Perce sat down on either side of me. Oliver leaned his head on my arm, and Percy placed a shy hand on my shoulder. I tried to calm myself down. At least Sammy had taught me how to deliver a solid smack to someone. Sure, it was supposed to be used in the event I was walking alone down a dark alley way and some perv jumps me (When is that going to happen?! Sometimes I think Sammy isn't playing with a full deck.), but this works too.
"Darby? Are you okay?" Percy was asking timidly.
"Geez, Darby. I have NEVER seen you so pissed!" Oliver gasped out, bewildered. "And wow! When you punched that fleabag, I thought he was gonna cry for a minute."
"Don't you listen to what he said. About ANYTHING. He's totally wrong and NOT worthy of having someone like you worry about him," Perce said softly.
But, oh, Percy, if you only knew how semi-right he was about ONE thing. Sure, we weren't married. But I'm not going to lie and say that the thought hadn't trampled through my head at least once in the previous twenty-four hours.
Apparently, Oliver was thinking that same thing, and raised one of his eyebrows at me when Percy glanced away. I sighed sadly.
"Come on, Darby. Let's go back to the dorm and you can let loose there." Oliver helped me to my feet. "That's a good girl. Here." He dried under my eyes with the hankie his mom insisted he carry with him everywhere.
Ollie has normal parents! Sammy insisted I carry a teabag with me. That way, if I come down to her office (she's an interior designer. Which is really cool), I can make her tea. Weird, huh?
"See? There you are," Oliver said, putting the hankie away.
"You can cry as much as you want when we get back to the dorm. We'll stay with you if you want," Percy offered. My heart fluttered. I felt very pathetic about this. He didn't even know I liked him, let alone was getting butterflies from him being so sweet to me. Get a grip, Darby! I thought.
I unconsciously rested my head on Ollie's shoulder as he put his arm around my waist, and Percy took my hand shyly.
"You guys are so good to me," I said, suddenly really sleepy.
And now, all I can think about is A) How much I love Percy. B) How much I miss Sammy and Bizzy and even Chandler. And C) How much I hope I gave Marcus Flint a huge, dark bruise. Nothing would make me happier. Well, except kissing Percy. Which, I suppose, is weird. I mean, I only realized I like him yesterday. Still, I fall for people HARD. And he and Oliver are my best friends. I hate being a confused teenager. No one takes you seriously. I wonder why? And in case you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic.
