Not Crazy.Just Different
The Diary of Darby Holliwether
September 5th 2:18 PM
Percy's back with us! He has crutches and whatnot, but still. Oliver and me were really glad to see him, and I'd assume he was glad to see us. But then, he had news for us.
"I met somebody!" he exclaimed. Oliver's jaw dropped and I put I hand to my mouth in shock. Ollie gave me a concerned glance.
"That's great, man! Who is it?" Oliver said loudly, trying to cover up his surprise.
"She's in Ravenclaw! Her name is Penelope. Penelope Clearwater!" Percy said, a huge grin on his face. I felt faint and collapsed into a seat at the table at breakfast.
"Hey, that's great!" I said, plastering on a fake grin. "So, are you guys, you know, boyfriend/girlfriend?"
"Well, yeah," Percy confirmed, face turning bright red.
"That's great, Percy," Oliver and I congratulated in unison. Of course, I think my heart spontaneously combusted in my chest at that exact second. Why me, WHY me? Why couldn't I have told him when Oliver was in the bathroom yesterday?!
"You know what?" I quickly 'realized,' checking my watch with the snakeskin print band. "I told Professor Sprout I'd come in early to, um, help her out with something, so, well, I gotta go." I hugged Percy quickly. "Good to have ya back. Seeya, guys. Congrats, Perce!" With that, I shuffled out the door, muttering obscene phrases and such under my breath.
Actually, in truth, I was supposed to help Professor Sprout, but I decided to leave earlier than I said I would, by about ten minutes. Grrr. Oh well, I was so upset about this whole Penelope Clearwater thing, and the greenhouses can be quite soothing to me. But I am crazy, right?
So I darted down to the greenhouse, where Professor Sprout was working with some Mandrakes. I frowned, and she walked up to me, hanging her fluffy pink earmuffs on a hook nearby.
"Oh, hello Darby!" she said. "You're early."
"Yeah. Breakfast just didn't seem very appealing right now." Hey, it WAS true!
"Is that so?"
"Yup." I stood in silence, waiting for her to tell me to do something.
"I would like you to help me water some of the plants, please," she said finally. Well, that wasn't too hard. I wouldn't be eaten today, I guessed.
So Professor Sprout and I began watering the plants. I guess I looked a little freakish, because the next thing I knew:
"You look a little distressed, Darby. Is everything all right? Is it about your iguana?" I was surprised she knew about Bizzy, but hey. What can you do?
"Nah, Bizzy is great, Sammy says. I just-well, I am a little distressed, you might say."
"Ah ha. Is this about, oh, I don't know. A boy?" she asked, looking at me. I turned bright red.
"How did you know that?" I asked stupidly.
"Darby, I don't know if you know this, but if you've been teaching for as long as I have, you learn to pick up on this sort of thing rather easily."
"Oh. Of course." Well, DUH, Darby! Did you think she was psychic?? Oh yeah, she reads the tealeaves, just like Trelawney. Hahahaha. Darby, you slay me.
I like Professor Sprout. She's not hygienically deprived, like Snape. Or dead, like Professor Binns. Or- well, you know, that's to hard to top, a dead professor. So we can leave it at that, correct? Hee hee. And she listens to what I have to say, most of the time.
So after that conversation, we proceeded to chat about Bizzy a little, and she asked me how Oliver, Percy and Chandler and Sammy are/were. Then the rest of the students arrived, we had class, and now I'm sitting in Divination.
Professor Trelawney is predicting Alexander Stoneburg's death. Oh well, it happens to someone else at least once a week. Divination is such crap; I don't know why I bother. YOU'RE CRAZY! Now no one with look at me weird, because I didn't yell it, hahaha. Crafty, huh?!
5:07 PM
Percy is out talking to his *girlfriend*, and I was sitting in the common room talking to Oliver (I've since moved up to my bed, again). And so we were sitting there talking to each other, while I was doodling on the cover of this diary, and Oliver was messing with his Wizard's Chess pieces and eating chocolate frogs.
"What do you write in that book?" Ollie asked suddenly, after he angered his king by saying something to him about how nice his queen was looking today (and so he shoved the pieces back in the case he keeps them in).
"It's a diary, not just a book!" I insisted.
"So, do you write about me in there?" he asked with a sly smile,
"Oliver, you're really an idiot sometimes," I said with a regretful sigh. "Of course I write about you in here. You're my best friend."
"Oh, well that's good to know. Sometimes I need that little ego boost." Honestly, sometimes he is SO thickheaded. Grrr.
"Okay, Ollie, listen. You are the Quidditch captain. You have girls falling all over you! You have charm, good looks, and," I smiled egotistically. "A really good set of best friends, right?"
"I don't know about that last one," Oliver said with a sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes sheepishly. "Oh, come on Darby. You know you two are the best."
"Yeah." My mind was wandering. I felt pathetically empty at that moment.
"He's happy, you know. He's never had a girlfriend before," Oliver reminded me, seeing my lofty expression. I frowned and nodded slowly.
"Yep." I thought for a moment. "Am I selfish, Oliver?" He looked slightly taken aback at this.
"What?"
"Well, I can't help but think that even though he is happy, and that's good. Because I want that to be me, Oliver. I'm SO pathetic. He is happy, and I am only thinking of myself."
"You aren't selfish. No one is perfect." Yeah right. That's like having Chandler tell you that everyone LOVES iguanas. And you don't believe them because of who they personally are. Oliver is perfect, and he knows it. But you can't help but love him.
Whatever. From now on, I am going to put other people's happiness BEFORE me. And if Percy wants a girlfriend, more power to him.
Somehow I think I'm going to regret this though.
September 5th 2:18 PM
Percy's back with us! He has crutches and whatnot, but still. Oliver and me were really glad to see him, and I'd assume he was glad to see us. But then, he had news for us.
"I met somebody!" he exclaimed. Oliver's jaw dropped and I put I hand to my mouth in shock. Ollie gave me a concerned glance.
"That's great, man! Who is it?" Oliver said loudly, trying to cover up his surprise.
"She's in Ravenclaw! Her name is Penelope. Penelope Clearwater!" Percy said, a huge grin on his face. I felt faint and collapsed into a seat at the table at breakfast.
"Hey, that's great!" I said, plastering on a fake grin. "So, are you guys, you know, boyfriend/girlfriend?"
"Well, yeah," Percy confirmed, face turning bright red.
"That's great, Percy," Oliver and I congratulated in unison. Of course, I think my heart spontaneously combusted in my chest at that exact second. Why me, WHY me? Why couldn't I have told him when Oliver was in the bathroom yesterday?!
"You know what?" I quickly 'realized,' checking my watch with the snakeskin print band. "I told Professor Sprout I'd come in early to, um, help her out with something, so, well, I gotta go." I hugged Percy quickly. "Good to have ya back. Seeya, guys. Congrats, Perce!" With that, I shuffled out the door, muttering obscene phrases and such under my breath.
Actually, in truth, I was supposed to help Professor Sprout, but I decided to leave earlier than I said I would, by about ten minutes. Grrr. Oh well, I was so upset about this whole Penelope Clearwater thing, and the greenhouses can be quite soothing to me. But I am crazy, right?
So I darted down to the greenhouse, where Professor Sprout was working with some Mandrakes. I frowned, and she walked up to me, hanging her fluffy pink earmuffs on a hook nearby.
"Oh, hello Darby!" she said. "You're early."
"Yeah. Breakfast just didn't seem very appealing right now." Hey, it WAS true!
"Is that so?"
"Yup." I stood in silence, waiting for her to tell me to do something.
"I would like you to help me water some of the plants, please," she said finally. Well, that wasn't too hard. I wouldn't be eaten today, I guessed.
So Professor Sprout and I began watering the plants. I guess I looked a little freakish, because the next thing I knew:
"You look a little distressed, Darby. Is everything all right? Is it about your iguana?" I was surprised she knew about Bizzy, but hey. What can you do?
"Nah, Bizzy is great, Sammy says. I just-well, I am a little distressed, you might say."
"Ah ha. Is this about, oh, I don't know. A boy?" she asked, looking at me. I turned bright red.
"How did you know that?" I asked stupidly.
"Darby, I don't know if you know this, but if you've been teaching for as long as I have, you learn to pick up on this sort of thing rather easily."
"Oh. Of course." Well, DUH, Darby! Did you think she was psychic?? Oh yeah, she reads the tealeaves, just like Trelawney. Hahahaha. Darby, you slay me.
I like Professor Sprout. She's not hygienically deprived, like Snape. Or dead, like Professor Binns. Or- well, you know, that's to hard to top, a dead professor. So we can leave it at that, correct? Hee hee. And she listens to what I have to say, most of the time.
So after that conversation, we proceeded to chat about Bizzy a little, and she asked me how Oliver, Percy and Chandler and Sammy are/were. Then the rest of the students arrived, we had class, and now I'm sitting in Divination.
Professor Trelawney is predicting Alexander Stoneburg's death. Oh well, it happens to someone else at least once a week. Divination is such crap; I don't know why I bother. YOU'RE CRAZY! Now no one with look at me weird, because I didn't yell it, hahaha. Crafty, huh?!
5:07 PM
Percy is out talking to his *girlfriend*, and I was sitting in the common room talking to Oliver (I've since moved up to my bed, again). And so we were sitting there talking to each other, while I was doodling on the cover of this diary, and Oliver was messing with his Wizard's Chess pieces and eating chocolate frogs.
"What do you write in that book?" Ollie asked suddenly, after he angered his king by saying something to him about how nice his queen was looking today (and so he shoved the pieces back in the case he keeps them in).
"It's a diary, not just a book!" I insisted.
"So, do you write about me in there?" he asked with a sly smile,
"Oliver, you're really an idiot sometimes," I said with a regretful sigh. "Of course I write about you in here. You're my best friend."
"Oh, well that's good to know. Sometimes I need that little ego boost." Honestly, sometimes he is SO thickheaded. Grrr.
"Okay, Ollie, listen. You are the Quidditch captain. You have girls falling all over you! You have charm, good looks, and," I smiled egotistically. "A really good set of best friends, right?"
"I don't know about that last one," Oliver said with a sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes sheepishly. "Oh, come on Darby. You know you two are the best."
"Yeah." My mind was wandering. I felt pathetically empty at that moment.
"He's happy, you know. He's never had a girlfriend before," Oliver reminded me, seeing my lofty expression. I frowned and nodded slowly.
"Yep." I thought for a moment. "Am I selfish, Oliver?" He looked slightly taken aback at this.
"What?"
"Well, I can't help but think that even though he is happy, and that's good. Because I want that to be me, Oliver. I'm SO pathetic. He is happy, and I am only thinking of myself."
"You aren't selfish. No one is perfect." Yeah right. That's like having Chandler tell you that everyone LOVES iguanas. And you don't believe them because of who they personally are. Oliver is perfect, and he knows it. But you can't help but love him.
Whatever. From now on, I am going to put other people's happiness BEFORE me. And if Percy wants a girlfriend, more power to him.
Somehow I think I'm going to regret this though.
