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Not Crazy-Just Different!
The Hogwarts Diary of Darby Clover Holliwether
October 13th
10:39 AM
Wow, it's been a long time since I last wrote. Well, only eight days. But since this little baby keeps me sane, that alone seems like an eternity to me.
Sigh. Sammy and Chandler said that we could have the same sleeping arrangements as last time. Ollie in my bed. Percy in the guest room. And me on the couch, how unfair. But I guess it's all right, as long as they get to go with me.
Life is so mediocre sometimes.
11:04 AM
Hmm. I'm so, so hungry! Why can't they serve food before noon? That's what we used to do in my Muggle schools before I came to Hogwarts. I didn't mind eating early.
Listen to Darby whine over trivial things. Hahaha. That has to be, like, well, not fun? I'm such a blonde sometimes, and I don't even really have hair that is THAT blonde! Now listen, Darby. Why are you talking about your hair at a time like this?
At a time like what? Ah well. Anyways, the point is that even though I tried to convince myself that I don't like Percy. And for a while, I managed to convince myself that he has faults! It just didn't work!
See, I can never convince myself. Maybe I shall have Ollie help me out with this.
He'll know what to do! He always has crushes, and within one day he's totally over them. Then again, he tries to make a move on them sometimes and gets rejected! Haha. Oh well. Who would reject Oliver Wood, the charming Gryffindor Quidditch captain?
Someone with half a brain; that's who. Now listen to me, acting like a swooning first year. He's just my friend! Eeek.
Okay, must go. My hand is starting to get a cramp.
2:14 PM
Didn't eat very much lunch today. I hate chicken fried steak sometimes, today being one of them. It just didn't sound any good today.
I picked at the corn that came with it after dousing it in pepper. Percy and Oliver stared at me, Percy with his arms folded, and Oliver with a large chunk of the chicken on his fork.
I didn't notice at first, until Percy spoke up.
"Uh, Darby?" he asked suddenly, leaning forward.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm listening," I said. A deafening pause, and then:
"Darby, what are you doing?" Percy queried, staring at me oddly.
"What?!" I asked, hands flying to my cheeks. "Is there something on my face?"
"No, Darby," Oliver mused irritably. Lately he's gotten a little snippy. Must be the Cup, even though that's a LONG way away! Or maybe he's just PMSing. Oh, wait, never mind. That would just be wrong. Haha.
"Well what is it then?" I practically shrieked.
"Darby, we love you right? And we would never do anything to make you look like an idiot intentionally. You know what, right?" Percy said.
"Yeah, of course I do!" I said, scooping up some pepper-covered corn. Oliver turned away and his shoulders shook with laughter.
"Well, what I mean to tell you is, that's not pepper; it's ground up beetles," Percy said meekly, but just at the instant I shoveled corn into my mouth. I chewed for a second, before his words fully sank in. This was also just as Penelope walked over and sat down next to a vaguely disgusted Percy.
The full effect of his words hit me as I continued to chew. My eyes bugged out of my head, and I began to choke and wheeze. Penelope, Percy and Oliver leaned away from me as fast as they could. I couldn't work up the nerve to spit out the offending food.
Suddenly the full beetle-ish taste hit me like a ton of bricks, and I spat out the atrocious corn like it was cloaked in acid.
"Sheesh, Darby," Ollie muttered. I folded my arms.
"Sheesh, Oliver," I mocked. "What is with you lately? It's like you've got some sort of aggression issue going on here!" Percy and Penelope looked on helplessly.
"What is that supposed to mean?!" he exclaimed.
"You know exactly what that means!"
"Shut up, Darby. I'm not in the mood," Oliver sighed.
"Don't you DARE tell me to shut up!" I barked back.
"I will tell you to shut up, you freak!" The words tumbled out of Oliver's mouth quickly. My mouth dropped open slightly. Penelope put a hand over her mouth, and Percy's eyes grew wide. Everyone must know how much I hate being called a freak. "You can't even tell when it's not pepper that you're putting on your food!"
"Okay, fine. A, it looked exactly like pepper! And B, you're just a dumb jock! I bet you don't even know what seven cubed is!" I shouted. People were staring at us now, but all I saw was Oliver's exasperated face, which was so different from his usually calm expression.
"I am NOT a dumb jock! And even if I am, at least I'm not a cold, heartless psychopath!" Oliver bellowed back at me. With that, anger surged within me, and I slapped him as hard as I could before dumping his glass of water over his head.
With that, I grabbed up two cornbread muffins and nodded to Percy and Penelope in a gesture of saying goodbye, before ultimately walking out the door in haste, walking to Herbology as fast as I could.
6:32 PM
After dinner I came up to the common room and sat down to read my copy of some book that Percy says I'll like. I was about to sit down on the sofa without looking until I heard a whimper.
It was Oliver, lying down on the couch, asleep. He was thrashing along and groaning and stuff like that. I sat on the coffee table and pulled the blanket he was lying under up over his shoulders.
He looked really pathetic, lying there and practically convulsing under his flannel blanket. I scooted the coffee table up as close as it would go to the couch and just sat there for a few minutes watching him. It was kind of depressing, if you asked me.
So, being the sympathetic girl that I am, I put a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently, trying to get him to wake up.
At last, he blinked his eyes open and stared at me through bleary eyes.
"Hey," I said softly.
"Uh, hi," he said, looking away a little bit, trying to find a way to escape my looks. I frowned dully.
"Oliver, I'm not going to dump water on you again. I'm sorry, okay?! I didn't mean what I said, okay?" I whined a little.
"It's 343," Oliver mused quietly.
"What?"
"Seven cubed. It's three hundred and forty three," he repeated. "It-well, it took me 15 minutes to solve that. I'm not so good at math," Oliver admitted, looking sheepishly up at me.
"Oh. Wow," I said lamely, surprised that he had actually taken the time to prove me wrong. "I-well, you know how when I get mad I say stupid things," I explained stupidly.
"Yeah. I know."
"I heard you. You were having a nightmare or something."
"Oh. Yeah, I was," he confessed glumly.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"Well, I dunno. It was just scary." He looked like a little boy just then, and it sort of freaked me out. "I mean, I don't know what happened. It was just creepy."
"I know how that goes," I agreed. An awkward pause.
"Darby, I'm sorry I said you were heartless," Oliver said finally.
"Oh," I said pathetically and softly.
"You're sweet, and I know that you truly care about people."
"Well, you aren't a dumb jock either, Ollie," I said quietly. "I mean, you know things that I don't, even if they aren't like academic kinds of things."
"Uh, okay," Oliver said, blushing. I grinned and ruffled his hair.
"Well, um, I'm so sorry about the water I dumped on your head."
"And the slap."
"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry about the slap also," I mumbled, staring at my hands in my lap.
"Don't worry about it," Oliver said gently. "Remember that time, in second year, where we got in a fight and so I pulled your hair?" I chuckled.
"Of course I do. But then again, I did say Quidditch was stupid."
"Well, you were lying, right?" Oliver asked, getting sidetracked.
"I guess so." Ollie smiled and patted my arm.
"It's all right. Percy doesn't like Quidditch either," he reminded me.
"It's because of his brother, right?" I said stupidly. "Because his brother was so good at it and his parents were so impressed and proud of him for it?"
"I guess so," Oliver said in the same tone I had used before. "Darby, Percy feels overshadowed by his siblings. Even the twins, who aren't as smart as he is, but everyone can't help but like them." I nodded.
"Yeah." There was another pause. "Well, I'm sorry I woke you up."
"Ah, it was no problem," Oliver said.
"I'll go, so you can go back to your nap. Anyways, I've got some homework too," I said.
"OK. See ya later," he said cheerfully, lying back down. I waved and I walked up the stairs, and that's where I am now.
9:20 PM
Oh my gosh! Teachers are SO inhumane sometimes. How can they stand to know that homework makes little kids like us suffer?!
October 13th
10:39 AM
Wow, it's been a long time since I last wrote. Well, only eight days. But since this little baby keeps me sane, that alone seems like an eternity to me.
Sigh. Sammy and Chandler said that we could have the same sleeping arrangements as last time. Ollie in my bed. Percy in the guest room. And me on the couch, how unfair. But I guess it's all right, as long as they get to go with me.
Life is so mediocre sometimes.
11:04 AM
Hmm. I'm so, so hungry! Why can't they serve food before noon? That's what we used to do in my Muggle schools before I came to Hogwarts. I didn't mind eating early.
Listen to Darby whine over trivial things. Hahaha. That has to be, like, well, not fun? I'm such a blonde sometimes, and I don't even really have hair that is THAT blonde! Now listen, Darby. Why are you talking about your hair at a time like this?
At a time like what? Ah well. Anyways, the point is that even though I tried to convince myself that I don't like Percy. And for a while, I managed to convince myself that he has faults! It just didn't work!
See, I can never convince myself. Maybe I shall have Ollie help me out with this.
He'll know what to do! He always has crushes, and within one day he's totally over them. Then again, he tries to make a move on them sometimes and gets rejected! Haha. Oh well. Who would reject Oliver Wood, the charming Gryffindor Quidditch captain?
Someone with half a brain; that's who. Now listen to me, acting like a swooning first year. He's just my friend! Eeek.
Okay, must go. My hand is starting to get a cramp.
2:14 PM
Didn't eat very much lunch today. I hate chicken fried steak sometimes, today being one of them. It just didn't sound any good today.
I picked at the corn that came with it after dousing it in pepper. Percy and Oliver stared at me, Percy with his arms folded, and Oliver with a large chunk of the chicken on his fork.
I didn't notice at first, until Percy spoke up.
"Uh, Darby?" he asked suddenly, leaning forward.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm listening," I said. A deafening pause, and then:
"Darby, what are you doing?" Percy queried, staring at me oddly.
"What?!" I asked, hands flying to my cheeks. "Is there something on my face?"
"No, Darby," Oliver mused irritably. Lately he's gotten a little snippy. Must be the Cup, even though that's a LONG way away! Or maybe he's just PMSing. Oh, wait, never mind. That would just be wrong. Haha.
"Well what is it then?" I practically shrieked.
"Darby, we love you right? And we would never do anything to make you look like an idiot intentionally. You know what, right?" Percy said.
"Yeah, of course I do!" I said, scooping up some pepper-covered corn. Oliver turned away and his shoulders shook with laughter.
"Well, what I mean to tell you is, that's not pepper; it's ground up beetles," Percy said meekly, but just at the instant I shoveled corn into my mouth. I chewed for a second, before his words fully sank in. This was also just as Penelope walked over and sat down next to a vaguely disgusted Percy.
The full effect of his words hit me as I continued to chew. My eyes bugged out of my head, and I began to choke and wheeze. Penelope, Percy and Oliver leaned away from me as fast as they could. I couldn't work up the nerve to spit out the offending food.
Suddenly the full beetle-ish taste hit me like a ton of bricks, and I spat out the atrocious corn like it was cloaked in acid.
"Sheesh, Darby," Ollie muttered. I folded my arms.
"Sheesh, Oliver," I mocked. "What is with you lately? It's like you've got some sort of aggression issue going on here!" Percy and Penelope looked on helplessly.
"What is that supposed to mean?!" he exclaimed.
"You know exactly what that means!"
"Shut up, Darby. I'm not in the mood," Oliver sighed.
"Don't you DARE tell me to shut up!" I barked back.
"I will tell you to shut up, you freak!" The words tumbled out of Oliver's mouth quickly. My mouth dropped open slightly. Penelope put a hand over her mouth, and Percy's eyes grew wide. Everyone must know how much I hate being called a freak. "You can't even tell when it's not pepper that you're putting on your food!"
"Okay, fine. A, it looked exactly like pepper! And B, you're just a dumb jock! I bet you don't even know what seven cubed is!" I shouted. People were staring at us now, but all I saw was Oliver's exasperated face, which was so different from his usually calm expression.
"I am NOT a dumb jock! And even if I am, at least I'm not a cold, heartless psychopath!" Oliver bellowed back at me. With that, anger surged within me, and I slapped him as hard as I could before dumping his glass of water over his head.
With that, I grabbed up two cornbread muffins and nodded to Percy and Penelope in a gesture of saying goodbye, before ultimately walking out the door in haste, walking to Herbology as fast as I could.
6:32 PM
After dinner I came up to the common room and sat down to read my copy of some book that Percy says I'll like. I was about to sit down on the sofa without looking until I heard a whimper.
It was Oliver, lying down on the couch, asleep. He was thrashing along and groaning and stuff like that. I sat on the coffee table and pulled the blanket he was lying under up over his shoulders.
He looked really pathetic, lying there and practically convulsing under his flannel blanket. I scooted the coffee table up as close as it would go to the couch and just sat there for a few minutes watching him. It was kind of depressing, if you asked me.
So, being the sympathetic girl that I am, I put a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently, trying to get him to wake up.
At last, he blinked his eyes open and stared at me through bleary eyes.
"Hey," I said softly.
"Uh, hi," he said, looking away a little bit, trying to find a way to escape my looks. I frowned dully.
"Oliver, I'm not going to dump water on you again. I'm sorry, okay?! I didn't mean what I said, okay?" I whined a little.
"It's 343," Oliver mused quietly.
"What?"
"Seven cubed. It's three hundred and forty three," he repeated. "It-well, it took me 15 minutes to solve that. I'm not so good at math," Oliver admitted, looking sheepishly up at me.
"Oh. Wow," I said lamely, surprised that he had actually taken the time to prove me wrong. "I-well, you know how when I get mad I say stupid things," I explained stupidly.
"Yeah. I know."
"I heard you. You were having a nightmare or something."
"Oh. Yeah, I was," he confessed glumly.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"Well, I dunno. It was just scary." He looked like a little boy just then, and it sort of freaked me out. "I mean, I don't know what happened. It was just creepy."
"I know how that goes," I agreed. An awkward pause.
"Darby, I'm sorry I said you were heartless," Oliver said finally.
"Oh," I said pathetically and softly.
"You're sweet, and I know that you truly care about people."
"Well, you aren't a dumb jock either, Ollie," I said quietly. "I mean, you know things that I don't, even if they aren't like academic kinds of things."
"Uh, okay," Oliver said, blushing. I grinned and ruffled his hair.
"Well, um, I'm so sorry about the water I dumped on your head."
"And the slap."
"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry about the slap also," I mumbled, staring at my hands in my lap.
"Don't worry about it," Oliver said gently. "Remember that time, in second year, where we got in a fight and so I pulled your hair?" I chuckled.
"Of course I do. But then again, I did say Quidditch was stupid."
"Well, you were lying, right?" Oliver asked, getting sidetracked.
"I guess so." Ollie smiled and patted my arm.
"It's all right. Percy doesn't like Quidditch either," he reminded me.
"It's because of his brother, right?" I said stupidly. "Because his brother was so good at it and his parents were so impressed and proud of him for it?"
"I guess so," Oliver said in the same tone I had used before. "Darby, Percy feels overshadowed by his siblings. Even the twins, who aren't as smart as he is, but everyone can't help but like them." I nodded.
"Yeah." There was another pause. "Well, I'm sorry I woke you up."
"Ah, it was no problem," Oliver said.
"I'll go, so you can go back to your nap. Anyways, I've got some homework too," I said.
"OK. See ya later," he said cheerfully, lying back down. I waved and I walked up the stairs, and that's where I am now.
9:20 PM
Oh my gosh! Teachers are SO inhumane sometimes. How can they stand to know that homework makes little kids like us suffer?!
