Not Crazy! Just Different!
By Darby Holliwether
9:17 AM
I was sitting in the Great Hall, eating a muffin when Oliver came in and sat next to me. Of course, Percy was off having a fun time with Penelope somewhere. Oliver was visibly and obviously upset and buried his head in his hands. When he sat up, his face was red in anger.
"Women! I just don't get them!" he spat.
"Casey troubling you?" I asked, picking a chocolate chip out of my muffin.
"Yeah. She told me she was wearing a red dress to the dance, and I said 'Oh, red, I thought you were wearing a peach dress.' And so she just FREAKED out and yelled 'Are you saying that I won't look good in a red dress so much as I would in a peach dress?!' and then she ran away!"
"Hmm. That is quite a situation," I said, taking a sip of my blueberry tea. Oliver turned to look at me.
"You're a girl, right?"
"Last I heard."
"Well, what should I do to make it up to Casey?" he asked, eager for some advice.
"Ollie, sweetheart. I don't even understand girls, and I AM one!" I explained.
"Umm, well, if you were in this situation, what would you like for me to do? If you were Casey, you know?" Oliver asked, his face turning red. I slapped an arm around his shoulder.
"Okay, listen here. You need one bouquet of nice, RED flowers and a sincere expression. Now, she's probably, well, she's probably moody for a reason, if you know what I'm saying. So you really need to choose what you say carefully, okay?" Oliver nodded.
"I understand so far. But what am I actually GOING to say?!" he asked, sounding a little panicky.
"So what you do is: you find her and then you give her the flowers and say 'I'm sorry I was confused on the regards of the color of your dress, and I happen to think you will look absolutely gorgeous in what ever you wear.' Trust me, she'll LOVE it," I said, and after a brief pause I continued, "I know I would."
"Aww. Thanks so much, Darby! That's a good idea." Oliver paused and looked me in the eyes. "See, you are a romantic deep down, right?"
"Haha. That's hilarious, Ollie."
"Well, I gotta go find a place to get some flowers!" he said ecstatically. "Thanks again!" I waved as he ran out of the Hall. I continued eating my muffin, alone.
I guess Ollie would be highly embarrassed to have people know he had to ask for love advice from Darby Holliwether. He is, after all, the most popular Gryffindor, I suppose. Aside from Harry Potter, that is. And quite a bit of a, for lack of a less weird term 'ladies man.' Hahaha.
Ahhhhh! Must go, Snape has just noticed me.
11:25 AM
Ugh, we're trying to transfigure a rock into a leaf. Anyway, my rock has turned kind of a greenish color and is shaped a bit like a leaf, but is still a rock. I really suck at this, help me!
Ah, there we go. Now I have a gray, leafy looking object. Hmmm.
3:49 PM
Oliver ran into the common room and shouted to me, from where I was curled up on the sofa reading 'Gone With the Wind' for the billionth time.
"It worked, it worked, it worked!" he cried happily. I smiled dimly and leaned back in my spot on the couch.
"Oh, so my advice actually worked?" I asked, in an amazed tone.
"Did it ever! She actually *cried* when I told her that she'd look pretty in whatever she wore! I have you to thank," Oliver said sappily. I looked up and removed my reading glasses that I only wear on select occasions (they make me look like an owl!) anyway.
"Well, well! So you're back on? Did she get the hint because the flowers were red?" I questioned, excited for him.
"Yep, we're going, and if she did, she didn't say anything. It was a romantic moment, though," Oliver remembered dreamily. I rolled my eyes. When I had instructed him, I didn't want him to turn into a babbling weirdo.
"Where's the real Oliver Wood?!" I asked, sitting up and gesturing for him to sit next to me. "The one who knows nothing about and doesn't care about romance?"
"I'm sorry. So, what are you reading?" he said, snapping back into being normal.
"Gone With the Wind. It's a romantic tale of the Civil War in America," I said dreamily. "It's the best book of all time."
"Sounds weird."
"It isn't. I think you should read it; it might give you some romantic ideas. Here, take it," I said, handing it to him.
"But you're reading it right now," he said, probably not wanting his pals to catch him reading a 'girly' book.
"I've got two of them," I said, blushing. "It's the most excellent book ever. Read it, you might like it."
I then walked up to my room, leaving Oliver to begin reading the book. I just cannot believe that I suggested Oliver Wood read the book 'Gone With the Wind.' I bet he might like it. Hahaha. That's a laugh.
I'm going to the library to write Sammy a letter. The girls I share a room with are giggling wickedly. I bet Derrick is there anyways, so I can check it out. Percy and Penelope might be there too. Grrr. She'll be all 'Ohmigosh, what are you doing here?! It's so nice to see you!' And I'll say 'Uh, yeah.'
I don't know if I can stand it! My brain will explode. But it will possibly do the same if I stick around here much longer!
4:38 PM
Just got back. Derrick and I made plans for the dance, while Percy and Penelope, well, I'm sure you can guess. It really pisses me off to see them kissing and stuff. But Derrick is cool. He said we can dance for a while and then we can go outside and talk for a while. It seems like a good idea.
"You know what?" Derrick said suddenly.
"What?" I asked eagerly.
"I have wanted to ask you to a dance since third year," he said shyly. I smiled and place a hand on his.
"Well, I'm pretty glad you did, Derrick," I replied happily. I really like him. Still, he's no Percy, but I'm giving up on Percy. Yes I am. No I'm not. Grrr.
I have Derrick, and I really like him! So there. No more Percy.
7:52 PM
Never mind! Percy, Percy, Percy. I'm crazy. I really am. I just am SO messed up, that no one will even care if I like him! Oliver's the only one who knows anyway!
Hahahahahahaha.
I think I need to go to bed now before I cause myself and/or others harm.
9:17 AM
I was sitting in the Great Hall, eating a muffin when Oliver came in and sat next to me. Of course, Percy was off having a fun time with Penelope somewhere. Oliver was visibly and obviously upset and buried his head in his hands. When he sat up, his face was red in anger.
"Women! I just don't get them!" he spat.
"Casey troubling you?" I asked, picking a chocolate chip out of my muffin.
"Yeah. She told me she was wearing a red dress to the dance, and I said 'Oh, red, I thought you were wearing a peach dress.' And so she just FREAKED out and yelled 'Are you saying that I won't look good in a red dress so much as I would in a peach dress?!' and then she ran away!"
"Hmm. That is quite a situation," I said, taking a sip of my blueberry tea. Oliver turned to look at me.
"You're a girl, right?"
"Last I heard."
"Well, what should I do to make it up to Casey?" he asked, eager for some advice.
"Ollie, sweetheart. I don't even understand girls, and I AM one!" I explained.
"Umm, well, if you were in this situation, what would you like for me to do? If you were Casey, you know?" Oliver asked, his face turning red. I slapped an arm around his shoulder.
"Okay, listen here. You need one bouquet of nice, RED flowers and a sincere expression. Now, she's probably, well, she's probably moody for a reason, if you know what I'm saying. So you really need to choose what you say carefully, okay?" Oliver nodded.
"I understand so far. But what am I actually GOING to say?!" he asked, sounding a little panicky.
"So what you do is: you find her and then you give her the flowers and say 'I'm sorry I was confused on the regards of the color of your dress, and I happen to think you will look absolutely gorgeous in what ever you wear.' Trust me, she'll LOVE it," I said, and after a brief pause I continued, "I know I would."
"Aww. Thanks so much, Darby! That's a good idea." Oliver paused and looked me in the eyes. "See, you are a romantic deep down, right?"
"Haha. That's hilarious, Ollie."
"Well, I gotta go find a place to get some flowers!" he said ecstatically. "Thanks again!" I waved as he ran out of the Hall. I continued eating my muffin, alone.
I guess Ollie would be highly embarrassed to have people know he had to ask for love advice from Darby Holliwether. He is, after all, the most popular Gryffindor, I suppose. Aside from Harry Potter, that is. And quite a bit of a, for lack of a less weird term 'ladies man.' Hahaha.
Ahhhhh! Must go, Snape has just noticed me.
11:25 AM
Ugh, we're trying to transfigure a rock into a leaf. Anyway, my rock has turned kind of a greenish color and is shaped a bit like a leaf, but is still a rock. I really suck at this, help me!
Ah, there we go. Now I have a gray, leafy looking object. Hmmm.
3:49 PM
Oliver ran into the common room and shouted to me, from where I was curled up on the sofa reading 'Gone With the Wind' for the billionth time.
"It worked, it worked, it worked!" he cried happily. I smiled dimly and leaned back in my spot on the couch.
"Oh, so my advice actually worked?" I asked, in an amazed tone.
"Did it ever! She actually *cried* when I told her that she'd look pretty in whatever she wore! I have you to thank," Oliver said sappily. I looked up and removed my reading glasses that I only wear on select occasions (they make me look like an owl!) anyway.
"Well, well! So you're back on? Did she get the hint because the flowers were red?" I questioned, excited for him.
"Yep, we're going, and if she did, she didn't say anything. It was a romantic moment, though," Oliver remembered dreamily. I rolled my eyes. When I had instructed him, I didn't want him to turn into a babbling weirdo.
"Where's the real Oliver Wood?!" I asked, sitting up and gesturing for him to sit next to me. "The one who knows nothing about and doesn't care about romance?"
"I'm sorry. So, what are you reading?" he said, snapping back into being normal.
"Gone With the Wind. It's a romantic tale of the Civil War in America," I said dreamily. "It's the best book of all time."
"Sounds weird."
"It isn't. I think you should read it; it might give you some romantic ideas. Here, take it," I said, handing it to him.
"But you're reading it right now," he said, probably not wanting his pals to catch him reading a 'girly' book.
"I've got two of them," I said, blushing. "It's the most excellent book ever. Read it, you might like it."
I then walked up to my room, leaving Oliver to begin reading the book. I just cannot believe that I suggested Oliver Wood read the book 'Gone With the Wind.' I bet he might like it. Hahaha. That's a laugh.
I'm going to the library to write Sammy a letter. The girls I share a room with are giggling wickedly. I bet Derrick is there anyways, so I can check it out. Percy and Penelope might be there too. Grrr. She'll be all 'Ohmigosh, what are you doing here?! It's so nice to see you!' And I'll say 'Uh, yeah.'
I don't know if I can stand it! My brain will explode. But it will possibly do the same if I stick around here much longer!
4:38 PM
Just got back. Derrick and I made plans for the dance, while Percy and Penelope, well, I'm sure you can guess. It really pisses me off to see them kissing and stuff. But Derrick is cool. He said we can dance for a while and then we can go outside and talk for a while. It seems like a good idea.
"You know what?" Derrick said suddenly.
"What?" I asked eagerly.
"I have wanted to ask you to a dance since third year," he said shyly. I smiled and place a hand on his.
"Well, I'm pretty glad you did, Derrick," I replied happily. I really like him. Still, he's no Percy, but I'm giving up on Percy. Yes I am. No I'm not. Grrr.
I have Derrick, and I really like him! So there. No more Percy.
7:52 PM
Never mind! Percy, Percy, Percy. I'm crazy. I really am. I just am SO messed up, that no one will even care if I like him! Oliver's the only one who knows anyway!
Hahahahahahaha.
I think I need to go to bed now before I cause myself and/or others harm.
