Not Crazy-Just Different The Continuous Saga of Darby Holliwether

October 23rd

9:24 AM

It's a day off today. I don't know why. But hey, a day off is a day off, right? I cannot complain.

Anyways, it's been a little while (understatement I guess) since I wrote last. I've been thinking a lot. About what Penny said and everything. Sheesh.

I think I will go talk to Oliver.

10:59 AM

Went down to the common room to talk to Ollie. He was sitting on the couch in his pajamas and was staring at Gone With the Wind with a bewildered look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly. He jumped a foot in the air and then looked at me. His eyes were red and puffy.

"I just finished the book," he explained quietly, scrubbing at his eyes with the sleeve of his t-shirt.

"It made you cry?"

"Yeah. So?"

"I dunno. I just didn't think you would," I said lamely.

"Oh. Well, I did. Because even though she realized at the end that she loved him, he walked away anyways," Oliver replied. I dusted away a lingering tear on the bottom of his chin.

We sat silently in a tense silence.

"Well, did you learn a little something about romance?" I asked finally. He nodded in a bubbly way. Another pause.

"Do you think I'm a pansy?" Ollie asked suddenly. I stared at him with a bewildered look on my face (well, of course I couldn't see it, but I'm sure I looked bewildered, okay?).

"Now, why would I think that?" I hid my surprise at this question quite well, if I do say so myself.

"Because it seems like all I do is get pissed or cry now," he murmured, his head in his hands, fluffing his hair. "Like a girl," Oliver added, semi- bitterly. "No offense."

"None taken," I replied calmly. "No. I don't think you're a pansy. You're just a teenager. We all have mood swings, right?" I paused in grim realization. "I sound like a guidance counselor."

"Ah. It's okay," Oliver let this go gracefully.

"Penny thinks we're dating!" I blurted loudly. Oliver's head snapped around to look at me. I realized this error and turned BRIGHT red.

"WHAT?" he demanded. I rested my hands on my head. "When?"

"After truth or dare," I said, my face flaming.

"What did you tell her?"

"Sheesh, Oliver. What do you THINK I told her?" I said, exasperated. His face flushed.

"Um, no?" he suggested in a question. I smirked.

"Yeah. It freaked me out. I mean, we're just friends, right?"

"Best friends," Oliver added, absently, staring out the window. I smiled softly and leaned my head on his shoulder. He tensed a little.

"What's wrong?" I asked after a few tensely quiet seconds and sitting up.

"Nothing. It's just that, well, you know Quidditch is starting up pretty soon, right?"

"Oh, I see. Well, let me rub your shoulders, okay?"

"Darby, don't," he said weakly.

"No. I'm going to. You need it, okay?" I said firmly. Ollie frowned but moved to sit on the coffee table, which was shoved up against the sofa. I rubbed his shoulders.

"So, you still need a Seeker, right?" I asked timidly.

"We sure do," Ollie muttered angrily. "And we'd win too, if we had one!"

He tends to get a little too emotional about this.

"Okay. No need to get all excited about it," I said grimly. "You'll find one, right?"

"Why, you know anyone?"

Apparently he forgot that I don't know anyone else who plays Quidditch besides him, and maybe Percy's brother. Either way, does that help me? Nah.

"No."

"Oh, okay," he said, closing his eyes.

"Don't worry!" I crowed. "Be happy!" Ollie forced a smile.

"Okay, I'll try," he said reluctantly.

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear," I said in a chipper voice. "Now, what do you want to do?"

"Let's play MASH again," Oliver said. "Remember how we did that at your house this summer?

"But we're in school now. Why not just go ask Trelawny who we'll marry or whatnot?" I suggested. His face crumpled a bit. "I'm just joking."

So we went to our schoolbags and took out a piece of parchment and our quills and began writing out the game.

CHOICES:

Husbands: Percy, Oliver, and Derrick.

Cars: Porsche, Mustang, Mercedes.

Colors: Red, Green and Blue.

Number of Kids: 2, 3 and 4.

Job: Lawyer, Interior Designer and Housekeeper.

Location: Kansas, Maine and Maryland (I plan to move back to the US of A after I get old enough).

Honeymoon: Austria, Japan and Alaska.

As soon as Ollie and I had finished, and I marked the number I wanted to use, he passed me his game and I exchanged mine with his. He smirked as he read mine over, and after I stopped looking at him, I looked down at what he had written.

Wives: Penny, Casey and Darby.

Cars: Corvette, Chevy and Honda (I usually have to suggest cars for him because he doesn't really know much about cars).

Colors: Silver, Yellow and Black.

Job: Quidditch Player, Minister of Magic or Video Game Tester (we played Mario Kart one time and he fell in love with all things Nintendo).

Location: Greenland, Ireland and London.

Honeymoon: Hawaii, Austria and Australia.

Soon, I had narrowed it down to the fact that he'd be driving a black Corvette, he'd be a Quidditch player, he'd live in Greenland and his honeymoon was to Austria, not to mention his apartment.

But who was he going to be marrying?

Me: Darby Holliwether. His gal pal.

But it gets more confusing.

My results read: Blue Porsche, 3 kids, Lawyer, Maryland, House and then, my husband was (you guessed it): Oliver.

Can you believe that?

3:26 PM

Penny and Percy and Ollie and I are going to play tag in the hallways of the school.

It may seem incredulously juvenile, but hey, what can you do? It'll be fun!

Anyways, write to ya later.

8:40 PM

Heehee. Just got back from playing tag. We started at 5:48 (I had my watch on) and played up until now.

My ribs hurt so bad now! Running always does that to me.

If you'll pardon me, I'm gonna go to sleep and wake up at noon tomorrow.