Not Crazy, Just Different
September 25th
2:22 PM
Haven't written in a long time (well, four days). Well, let me tell you, my butt DID hurt all day on the 22nd. And then I went to potions and went up to Snape and I was trying to whisper, because the Slytheriens were there (including Derrick, although I wasn't quite sure he might mind too much).
So Snape, that insolent freak yells "Darby, I cannot hear you. Now say it louder, please."
"I cannot sit down today," I said, ashamed. All the while I was thinking to myself 'OF COURSE YOU HEARD ME! I SAID IT LOUD!'
"Uh huh. And why is that, Miss Holliwether?" My cheeks glowed red.
"It's uh, it's because," I began to stutter, realizing that all the other students were staring at me eagerly awaiting my response to this. "It because I hurt myself falling down the stairs, and it's, uh, in a place that gets a lot of 'chair contact.'" I couldn't bring myself to look at anything except my fingernails, which were short and stubby.
The whole class roared in laughter.
Even Oliver and Percy were hooting. What great friends they were.
"You can sit down, I'm sure," Snape said. ARRRGH! I'm going to get him fired for this! So I slid into the seat next to Oliver, who put his arm around me in a feeble attempt to comfort me. I shrugged his arm off and folded my own.
"I'm sorry, Darby, I didn't mean to laugh," Percy whispered to me from the other side of Oliver, but I turned my head and rested my elbow on the desk in front of me.
I haven't talked to either of them since. I'm not mad at them anyway, but they probably think I'm pissed at them still. They've been avoiding me, I suspect.
OPERATION: Earn My Friends Back is now in operation. Updates to be added soon.
3:34 PM
As Oliver was leaving the classroom, I ran up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, feeling nervous. But why? I mean, he's like a brother to me.
"Darby! I thought you were still mad at me!" Ollie exclaimed, his charming smile on his face.
"I'm sorry; I overreacted, Oliver," I said guiltily. He ran a hand over his hair, messing it up.
"It's all right. Don't you worry about it." I smiled brightly, and hugged him.
4:46 PM
I was sitting in the common room with Percy, wearing my reading glasses on the top of my head and playing with a compass for drawing circles that I had brought with me (because circles are fun to draw). Somehow, I really cut my finger bad and started bleeding. It hurt really bad, so I started to freak out.
Percy hurried over to me, taking my hand (sigh) and holding a tissue over the cut, telling me it'd be all right in a minute. I stared into his eyes (double sigh!) for a measure of time that seemed like hours, until I closed my eyes. What a tease.
He doesn't know I like him.
He will in six days.
Please kill me.
5:00
Gosh I'm hungary. Hungry. Hungary is the country, hungry is in need of food.
I'm such a dork. I've got major problems.
I love Percy Weasley and he has no idea, I may be turning Oliver into a rather feminine sort of fellow, my iguana had surgery because pennies he had eaten had begun to erode in his stomach, my rear end still hurts, Derrick saw me humiliate myself in Potions class, and I cut myself with a compass!
It is better to have loved and lost (or never gotten) than to have never loved at all. Well what do they know? It is better not to have loved than to fall in love with a boy you can't have. That doesn't seem right either.
"It is better to love someone attainable that loves you too, than to love with someone who will most likely never feel the same way about you." A lot different than the real thing, but what can you do.
Percy never will love me though. He's so levelheaded, and I'm aloof and crazy. I just don't see how it could end up the way I want it.
Stop being so depressed Darby. There's more to life than guys.
I guess.
5:02 PM
Of course there is! I've got Bizzy! And speaking of which, Seymour's here with a letter from Sammy! I'm ripping it open.
HE'S OKAY! Oh my gosh, I'm SO relieved! I love Bizzy so much, and I'm glad he's all right! Weee! Maybe somebody DOESN'T hate me! I knew he'd be all right! I love him so much!
Sammy says he's fine! And she says last night she walked in my room to feed Bizzy, and CHANDLER was in there feeding him! My daddy is so wonderful sometimes! Of course, he told her that he thought she was still working. But we know better.
And Granny Davis sent me some new toe socks! Yay! They must have been on sale. Oh wait, they've got iguanas on them! She must like Bizzy at least a little bit, right? Or maybe she just figured I'd like them.
Well, I DO like them!
6:49 PM
I walked into the common room after dinner. Oliver wasn't there for dinner. And then I found out why.
He was sitting on the sofa, crying! I can't believe it. So I sat down next to him. He stared at the coffee table.
"Why are you crying?" I asked, trying to be nice about it. He looked even more distressed, if that was possible.
"I don't know!" he wailed. I hugged him tightly.
"Well, at the risk of sounding like a shrink, what are you feeling?" I asked lamely. I wiped a tear away from under his eye.
"I don't know, I just don't know," he said softly, another tear falling in place of the other one. I wiped it away also, and handed him a tissue.
"Come on now, don't cry. Now, are you all right?" I asked, hoping no one would walk in at the risk of embarrassing him. He nodded slowly.
"Thanks, Darby."
"No problem." There was a long pause. "You know what? I need to get to the library to write the report about, well, I don't remember exactly what, but I've got it written down." He smiled weakly. "So do you want to come?"
"Sure. Let me get my stuff."
"Okay, I'll get mine."
I hope he's all right. It isn't every day that Oliver Wood, tough-as-nails (well, sort of) Quidditch captain cries. Poor guy. I really feel bad for him right now. He'll be all right though, come to think about it, he did this once in third year.
Not to say that I haven't done this kind of thing at least twice a year.
9:07 PM
Finished my report, yay!
Now I can go to sleep, wheee!
September 25th
2:22 PM
Haven't written in a long time (well, four days). Well, let me tell you, my butt DID hurt all day on the 22nd. And then I went to potions and went up to Snape and I was trying to whisper, because the Slytheriens were there (including Derrick, although I wasn't quite sure he might mind too much).
So Snape, that insolent freak yells "Darby, I cannot hear you. Now say it louder, please."
"I cannot sit down today," I said, ashamed. All the while I was thinking to myself 'OF COURSE YOU HEARD ME! I SAID IT LOUD!'
"Uh huh. And why is that, Miss Holliwether?" My cheeks glowed red.
"It's uh, it's because," I began to stutter, realizing that all the other students were staring at me eagerly awaiting my response to this. "It because I hurt myself falling down the stairs, and it's, uh, in a place that gets a lot of 'chair contact.'" I couldn't bring myself to look at anything except my fingernails, which were short and stubby.
The whole class roared in laughter.
Even Oliver and Percy were hooting. What great friends they were.
"You can sit down, I'm sure," Snape said. ARRRGH! I'm going to get him fired for this! So I slid into the seat next to Oliver, who put his arm around me in a feeble attempt to comfort me. I shrugged his arm off and folded my own.
"I'm sorry, Darby, I didn't mean to laugh," Percy whispered to me from the other side of Oliver, but I turned my head and rested my elbow on the desk in front of me.
I haven't talked to either of them since. I'm not mad at them anyway, but they probably think I'm pissed at them still. They've been avoiding me, I suspect.
OPERATION: Earn My Friends Back is now in operation. Updates to be added soon.
3:34 PM
As Oliver was leaving the classroom, I ran up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, feeling nervous. But why? I mean, he's like a brother to me.
"Darby! I thought you were still mad at me!" Ollie exclaimed, his charming smile on his face.
"I'm sorry; I overreacted, Oliver," I said guiltily. He ran a hand over his hair, messing it up.
"It's all right. Don't you worry about it." I smiled brightly, and hugged him.
4:46 PM
I was sitting in the common room with Percy, wearing my reading glasses on the top of my head and playing with a compass for drawing circles that I had brought with me (because circles are fun to draw). Somehow, I really cut my finger bad and started bleeding. It hurt really bad, so I started to freak out.
Percy hurried over to me, taking my hand (sigh) and holding a tissue over the cut, telling me it'd be all right in a minute. I stared into his eyes (double sigh!) for a measure of time that seemed like hours, until I closed my eyes. What a tease.
He doesn't know I like him.
He will in six days.
Please kill me.
5:00
Gosh I'm hungary. Hungry. Hungary is the country, hungry is in need of food.
I'm such a dork. I've got major problems.
I love Percy Weasley and he has no idea, I may be turning Oliver into a rather feminine sort of fellow, my iguana had surgery because pennies he had eaten had begun to erode in his stomach, my rear end still hurts, Derrick saw me humiliate myself in Potions class, and I cut myself with a compass!
It is better to have loved and lost (or never gotten) than to have never loved at all. Well what do they know? It is better not to have loved than to fall in love with a boy you can't have. That doesn't seem right either.
"It is better to love someone attainable that loves you too, than to love with someone who will most likely never feel the same way about you." A lot different than the real thing, but what can you do.
Percy never will love me though. He's so levelheaded, and I'm aloof and crazy. I just don't see how it could end up the way I want it.
Stop being so depressed Darby. There's more to life than guys.
I guess.
5:02 PM
Of course there is! I've got Bizzy! And speaking of which, Seymour's here with a letter from Sammy! I'm ripping it open.
HE'S OKAY! Oh my gosh, I'm SO relieved! I love Bizzy so much, and I'm glad he's all right! Weee! Maybe somebody DOESN'T hate me! I knew he'd be all right! I love him so much!
Sammy says he's fine! And she says last night she walked in my room to feed Bizzy, and CHANDLER was in there feeding him! My daddy is so wonderful sometimes! Of course, he told her that he thought she was still working. But we know better.
And Granny Davis sent me some new toe socks! Yay! They must have been on sale. Oh wait, they've got iguanas on them! She must like Bizzy at least a little bit, right? Or maybe she just figured I'd like them.
Well, I DO like them!
6:49 PM
I walked into the common room after dinner. Oliver wasn't there for dinner. And then I found out why.
He was sitting on the sofa, crying! I can't believe it. So I sat down next to him. He stared at the coffee table.
"Why are you crying?" I asked, trying to be nice about it. He looked even more distressed, if that was possible.
"I don't know!" he wailed. I hugged him tightly.
"Well, at the risk of sounding like a shrink, what are you feeling?" I asked lamely. I wiped a tear away from under his eye.
"I don't know, I just don't know," he said softly, another tear falling in place of the other one. I wiped it away also, and handed him a tissue.
"Come on now, don't cry. Now, are you all right?" I asked, hoping no one would walk in at the risk of embarrassing him. He nodded slowly.
"Thanks, Darby."
"No problem." There was a long pause. "You know what? I need to get to the library to write the report about, well, I don't remember exactly what, but I've got it written down." He smiled weakly. "So do you want to come?"
"Sure. Let me get my stuff."
"Okay, I'll get mine."
I hope he's all right. It isn't every day that Oliver Wood, tough-as-nails (well, sort of) Quidditch captain cries. Poor guy. I really feel bad for him right now. He'll be all right though, come to think about it, he did this once in third year.
Not to say that I haven't done this kind of thing at least twice a year.
9:07 PM
Finished my report, yay!
Now I can go to sleep, wheee!
