Not Crazy- Just Different!
A Diary, by Darby Holliwether, 5th Year Gryffindor
9:18 AM
Yay! Ollie and I made arrangements with Percy and Penny. After everyone leaves dinner, we're going to play truth or dare in the Great Hall. Is that fun sounding or what?!
Well, when it comes to truth or dare, I'm kind of the wussiest person you'll ever play with, although I come up with good questions and dares.
I wouldn't mind kissing Percy or Ollie. Or anything of the sort. But if they try to make me kiss Penelope, I will leave. Haha.
Professor Binns is droning on about the persecution of witches throughout history, which we cover practically every year. Why? That's a good question.
Anyways, Oliver is reading Gone With the Wind intently, this time hiding it amid his stuff on his desk. Percy is scrawling a love note (no doubt) to Penny in that lacy handwriting of his. People may have said it was girly, but he didn't care, especially because it was neat.
It's sort of funny that all of our handwriting is so different. Oliver's is kind of blocky and hurried, even when he writes slowly. Percy's is neat, small and sort of curly. And of course, mine is scratchy with sharp curves. Weird. I think I'm analyzing this way too much.
Haha.
Oliver has just hurriedly stoop up and moved over to sit next to me quickly, and Binns didn't even notice! Haha!
Lucky of him. But he's fast; faster than anyone I know.
Anyways, I'm really, really excited about Truth or Dare tonight. Usually I would hate it because Penny will be there. But you know what? I don't care; because nothing will ruin my night! I am making it a point to be happy. I am going to make myself be happy, even if I have to pinch myself into feeling guilty!
I bruise easily.
If I literally pinch myself out of guilt, I better be careful about it.
What sort of problems do I have? Discussing pinching myself with, well, myself! Is it just me or is that the mark of a true, disturbed genius? Am I on the path down the road, ending up where people will say things like "Oh yeah! I remember her; her name was Darby Holliwether! Doesn't she walk through the aisles of the grocery store now, talking to the boxes of laundry detergent?"? Is this what I am going to become?!
I am scaring myself, you know? Sometimes I just take myself so seriously that I get lost, and I see myself as that lady who stumbles around the local grocer's talking to large boxes of Angel Soft.
Sigh. The world's a twisted place.
9:34 AM
Ugh! This is stiflingly boring! Does it get any worse? Well, it could be raining (inside?!), and a dog could be trying to eat my foot!
Now, does that seem a little far-fetched to you? Same here. But it just goes to show you that things can always get worse. And they usually do when someone says "Could this get any worse?!" Maybe I watched to movies in my youth, because I constantly notice that sort of thing whenever I watch movies.
Anywho, this morning, I got a letter from Sammy. She said that Chandler has got a promotion. I don't exactly know what he actually does now, but I think he's still working on sewers and parking lots.
Ah well; if that's what makes my daddy happy, then that's what's good, I guess. See, even if he is so annoying and overprotective sometimes, I love him. I don't mind when he's nice to me, and Sammy, and of course Bizzy.
Yesterday, Sammy thought that Bizzy had gotten out of his cage. I don't know where he might have gone, but apparently Sammy could not see him in the terrarium in my room. Crazy old Sammy. But she's the best mom you could ever ask for, even if she is a little crazy.
I can't help but not be able to concentrate on my work in History of Magic. It's just to hard to do sometimes, what with Oliver nudging my arm and making hilarious faces at me to try to get me to laugh at him (which usually isn't too hard) and Professor Binns' lame droning on as a background noise, which even bores Percy, a class one student. He's a genius. A regular Albert Einstein.
Einstein is an endless sense of fascination to me. His parents thought he was a dolt when he was kid, and then he grew up to be a major scientist dude. I figure that if I can manage to freak people out as a teenager and then grow up to be a genius, I'll have done my part in making the world a more interesting place to be. Or so goes my philosophy, anyways, but it sounds like something Sammy might say to me. She always enforces originality.
4:09 PM
Oh wow! I never thought that I would get SO excited about eating dinner! I think we're having ham tonight, with noodles. Sounds very good, even though I am getting an immense craving for chicken right now. Haha, it makes me sound like I'm pregnant or something like that.
Haha; I can see it now. "Percyyyyy! Will you bring me some salad?!" And I don't even like salad!
You know, my journal is basically a string of random events strung together, centering around a topic of the moment. I like that. It may be totally weird, but I like the sort of different way it's organized.
Truth or dare, very soon! I better bring some mints with me, just in case, if you know what I'm implying, here, wink wink.
Well, I'm going to attempt to find someone who was able to figure out what our homework was in History of Magic, because my lack of interest prevented me from paying attention in the least, haha. Seeya.
9:57 PM
Hahahahaha! It was so much fun!
Well, we drew straws that Penny had made out of paper during History of Magic (apparently she was bored also). Ollie managed to get the longest one, so he was stuck asking a question first.
"Darby, truth or dare?" All eyes swiveled over to look at me. I gave Ollie a sheepish smile.
"Truth."
"That's boring!" Oliver protested.
"Well, I don't want to start things off to radically," I said, a blush creeping into my cheeks. And I don't blush easily!
"Whatever. Okay. If someone you dislike asked you out and you didn't want to go, what would you say?" There was that glint in his eye. The little hint that he was sort of crazy sometimes.
"I'd say 'GET AWAY FROM ME, SICKO!'" I joked, doubling over into laughter. Penny giggled. Oliver snorted and shook his head with an amused smirk. Percy even cracked a smile. "No; I'm kidding. I think I'd just calmly and politely decline."
"Okay. Good answer!" Oliver said in an over-exuberant tone.
"All righty. Percy, truth or dare?" Percy's eyes grew wider than usual and the tips of his ears flushed bright red.
"Uh, truth," he stammered out. I shrugged.
"Okay. If you were going to propose to Penny here, what would you say?" I prompted. Penny giggled nervously and smiled brightly at me. If it was possible, Percy blushed even brighter.
"Well, err, I would say-."
"Don't tell me, tell Penny!" I cut him off.
"I'd say 'Penny, I know that we haven't been together long, but I think you are the most beautiful, smart, wonderfully kind person I've ever known in my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?'" Percy said to her, seeming to forget that we were there along with the two of them.
Penelope's eyes welled up and I thought she might cry and say 'Yes Percy! I WILL marry you!' Then again, we are only fifth years, but still, it doesn't matter too much. She gave him a smile and patted his arm. I rested my chin on the table.
"It's your turn," I said finally. Percy's head snapped around to look at Oliver.
"Truth or dare, Ollie?" he asked, still looking at Penny out of the corner of his eye.
"Well, to get things started here, I guess this time I'll follow the crowd and say truth," Oliver said with a wistful sigh.
"Okay," Percy said blankly, obviously without any ideas. I smiled faintly. Penny leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Uh, if you were stranded on a desert island and you could have one person of the opposite gender there with you, who would it be?"
Oliver grinned. "I guess Darby because she's my best friend of 'the opposite gender,' as you put it," he said, complete with finger quotes. I smiled again.
"All right, Oliver, it's your turn!" Penny prompted.
"'kay. Penny, truth or dare?"
"Dare!"
"Oooh!" I couldn't help saying. Penny blushed. Oliver got a satisfied smile. And of course, Percy got nervous. I coughed. "Sorry."
"Moving right along. Penny, you must write 'I love Percy' on your arm. In pen," Oliver said. I smirked. Ollie handed her a pen, and she giggled as she began to write on her right arm.
I snickered wickedly, and Percy blushed. Yet again.
"All right," Penny said uncertainly after recapping the pen and giving it back to Oliver. "Darby, truth or dare?" I chose dare without a moment's hesitation.
"Hmmm. What to do, what to do?" Penny mused. "Ooh! I know!" A devilish grin. "Darby, you've got to kiss Oliver for twenty seconds!" Well, I knew she wasn't going to dare me to kiss her boyfriend, but still, it disappointed me.
I froze. Ollie turned his gaze on me and smiled.
"It won't be so bad. Besides, it's just a game," he reasoned.
"All righty," I agreed reluctantly. I hesitated, but only for a second before smashing my lips on Ollie's. I felt him smile slightly.
His lips were soft and nice, and I didn't mind getting dared to kiss him that much. Suddenly, Percy and Penny began to count to twenty. Oliver's kissed lots of girls. I should know; we've all played truth or dare numerous times (well, 'us' excluding Penelope, and including Oliver's current girlfriends).
We continued to play after this. Percy had to eat a finger-full of the beetles like I did yesterday. Penny had to let Percy write his name on her forehead. Ollie had to kiss Percy on the cheek. Which was quite funny.
But the real surprise came later, when I was leaving. Penny came up to me and caught me by the arm and looked me right in the eye.
"Are you dating Oliver?" she asked. My jaw dropped.
"No, Penny!" I insisted. Oh my gosh! It was SO humiliating!
"Are you sure? That was no normal kiss there between friends!" Penny observed.
"Yes. I'm sure." And with that I waved goodbye and walked up to my dorm room.
9:18 AM
Yay! Ollie and I made arrangements with Percy and Penny. After everyone leaves dinner, we're going to play truth or dare in the Great Hall. Is that fun sounding or what?!
Well, when it comes to truth or dare, I'm kind of the wussiest person you'll ever play with, although I come up with good questions and dares.
I wouldn't mind kissing Percy or Ollie. Or anything of the sort. But if they try to make me kiss Penelope, I will leave. Haha.
Professor Binns is droning on about the persecution of witches throughout history, which we cover practically every year. Why? That's a good question.
Anyways, Oliver is reading Gone With the Wind intently, this time hiding it amid his stuff on his desk. Percy is scrawling a love note (no doubt) to Penny in that lacy handwriting of his. People may have said it was girly, but he didn't care, especially because it was neat.
It's sort of funny that all of our handwriting is so different. Oliver's is kind of blocky and hurried, even when he writes slowly. Percy's is neat, small and sort of curly. And of course, mine is scratchy with sharp curves. Weird. I think I'm analyzing this way too much.
Haha.
Oliver has just hurriedly stoop up and moved over to sit next to me quickly, and Binns didn't even notice! Haha!
Lucky of him. But he's fast; faster than anyone I know.
Anyways, I'm really, really excited about Truth or Dare tonight. Usually I would hate it because Penny will be there. But you know what? I don't care; because nothing will ruin my night! I am making it a point to be happy. I am going to make myself be happy, even if I have to pinch myself into feeling guilty!
I bruise easily.
If I literally pinch myself out of guilt, I better be careful about it.
What sort of problems do I have? Discussing pinching myself with, well, myself! Is it just me or is that the mark of a true, disturbed genius? Am I on the path down the road, ending up where people will say things like "Oh yeah! I remember her; her name was Darby Holliwether! Doesn't she walk through the aisles of the grocery store now, talking to the boxes of laundry detergent?"? Is this what I am going to become?!
I am scaring myself, you know? Sometimes I just take myself so seriously that I get lost, and I see myself as that lady who stumbles around the local grocer's talking to large boxes of Angel Soft.
Sigh. The world's a twisted place.
9:34 AM
Ugh! This is stiflingly boring! Does it get any worse? Well, it could be raining (inside?!), and a dog could be trying to eat my foot!
Now, does that seem a little far-fetched to you? Same here. But it just goes to show you that things can always get worse. And they usually do when someone says "Could this get any worse?!" Maybe I watched to movies in my youth, because I constantly notice that sort of thing whenever I watch movies.
Anywho, this morning, I got a letter from Sammy. She said that Chandler has got a promotion. I don't exactly know what he actually does now, but I think he's still working on sewers and parking lots.
Ah well; if that's what makes my daddy happy, then that's what's good, I guess. See, even if he is so annoying and overprotective sometimes, I love him. I don't mind when he's nice to me, and Sammy, and of course Bizzy.
Yesterday, Sammy thought that Bizzy had gotten out of his cage. I don't know where he might have gone, but apparently Sammy could not see him in the terrarium in my room. Crazy old Sammy. But she's the best mom you could ever ask for, even if she is a little crazy.
I can't help but not be able to concentrate on my work in History of Magic. It's just to hard to do sometimes, what with Oliver nudging my arm and making hilarious faces at me to try to get me to laugh at him (which usually isn't too hard) and Professor Binns' lame droning on as a background noise, which even bores Percy, a class one student. He's a genius. A regular Albert Einstein.
Einstein is an endless sense of fascination to me. His parents thought he was a dolt when he was kid, and then he grew up to be a major scientist dude. I figure that if I can manage to freak people out as a teenager and then grow up to be a genius, I'll have done my part in making the world a more interesting place to be. Or so goes my philosophy, anyways, but it sounds like something Sammy might say to me. She always enforces originality.
4:09 PM
Oh wow! I never thought that I would get SO excited about eating dinner! I think we're having ham tonight, with noodles. Sounds very good, even though I am getting an immense craving for chicken right now. Haha, it makes me sound like I'm pregnant or something like that.
Haha; I can see it now. "Percyyyyy! Will you bring me some salad?!" And I don't even like salad!
You know, my journal is basically a string of random events strung together, centering around a topic of the moment. I like that. It may be totally weird, but I like the sort of different way it's organized.
Truth or dare, very soon! I better bring some mints with me, just in case, if you know what I'm implying, here, wink wink.
Well, I'm going to attempt to find someone who was able to figure out what our homework was in History of Magic, because my lack of interest prevented me from paying attention in the least, haha. Seeya.
9:57 PM
Hahahahaha! It was so much fun!
Well, we drew straws that Penny had made out of paper during History of Magic (apparently she was bored also). Ollie managed to get the longest one, so he was stuck asking a question first.
"Darby, truth or dare?" All eyes swiveled over to look at me. I gave Ollie a sheepish smile.
"Truth."
"That's boring!" Oliver protested.
"Well, I don't want to start things off to radically," I said, a blush creeping into my cheeks. And I don't blush easily!
"Whatever. Okay. If someone you dislike asked you out and you didn't want to go, what would you say?" There was that glint in his eye. The little hint that he was sort of crazy sometimes.
"I'd say 'GET AWAY FROM ME, SICKO!'" I joked, doubling over into laughter. Penny giggled. Oliver snorted and shook his head with an amused smirk. Percy even cracked a smile. "No; I'm kidding. I think I'd just calmly and politely decline."
"Okay. Good answer!" Oliver said in an over-exuberant tone.
"All righty. Percy, truth or dare?" Percy's eyes grew wider than usual and the tips of his ears flushed bright red.
"Uh, truth," he stammered out. I shrugged.
"Okay. If you were going to propose to Penny here, what would you say?" I prompted. Penny giggled nervously and smiled brightly at me. If it was possible, Percy blushed even brighter.
"Well, err, I would say-."
"Don't tell me, tell Penny!" I cut him off.
"I'd say 'Penny, I know that we haven't been together long, but I think you are the most beautiful, smart, wonderfully kind person I've ever known in my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?'" Percy said to her, seeming to forget that we were there along with the two of them.
Penelope's eyes welled up and I thought she might cry and say 'Yes Percy! I WILL marry you!' Then again, we are only fifth years, but still, it doesn't matter too much. She gave him a smile and patted his arm. I rested my chin on the table.
"It's your turn," I said finally. Percy's head snapped around to look at Oliver.
"Truth or dare, Ollie?" he asked, still looking at Penny out of the corner of his eye.
"Well, to get things started here, I guess this time I'll follow the crowd and say truth," Oliver said with a wistful sigh.
"Okay," Percy said blankly, obviously without any ideas. I smiled faintly. Penny leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Uh, if you were stranded on a desert island and you could have one person of the opposite gender there with you, who would it be?"
Oliver grinned. "I guess Darby because she's my best friend of 'the opposite gender,' as you put it," he said, complete with finger quotes. I smiled again.
"All right, Oliver, it's your turn!" Penny prompted.
"'kay. Penny, truth or dare?"
"Dare!"
"Oooh!" I couldn't help saying. Penny blushed. Oliver got a satisfied smile. And of course, Percy got nervous. I coughed. "Sorry."
"Moving right along. Penny, you must write 'I love Percy' on your arm. In pen," Oliver said. I smirked. Ollie handed her a pen, and she giggled as she began to write on her right arm.
I snickered wickedly, and Percy blushed. Yet again.
"All right," Penny said uncertainly after recapping the pen and giving it back to Oliver. "Darby, truth or dare?" I chose dare without a moment's hesitation.
"Hmmm. What to do, what to do?" Penny mused. "Ooh! I know!" A devilish grin. "Darby, you've got to kiss Oliver for twenty seconds!" Well, I knew she wasn't going to dare me to kiss her boyfriend, but still, it disappointed me.
I froze. Ollie turned his gaze on me and smiled.
"It won't be so bad. Besides, it's just a game," he reasoned.
"All righty," I agreed reluctantly. I hesitated, but only for a second before smashing my lips on Ollie's. I felt him smile slightly.
His lips were soft and nice, and I didn't mind getting dared to kiss him that much. Suddenly, Percy and Penny began to count to twenty. Oliver's kissed lots of girls. I should know; we've all played truth or dare numerous times (well, 'us' excluding Penelope, and including Oliver's current girlfriends).
We continued to play after this. Percy had to eat a finger-full of the beetles like I did yesterday. Penny had to let Percy write his name on her forehead. Ollie had to kiss Percy on the cheek. Which was quite funny.
But the real surprise came later, when I was leaving. Penny came up to me and caught me by the arm and looked me right in the eye.
"Are you dating Oliver?" she asked. My jaw dropped.
"No, Penny!" I insisted. Oh my gosh! It was SO humiliating!
"Are you sure? That was no normal kiss there between friends!" Penny observed.
"Yes. I'm sure." And with that I waved goodbye and walked up to my dorm room.
