Chapter Two: It Would Be Like Making-Out With My Sister
I had settled into my compartment and was feeling extremely comfortable watching the countryside roll-by. Feeling fairly assured that Flint was far away (I had heard Malfoy, his dirty little seeker, call him into his compartment) I decided it would be a good time to change into my Hogwarts robes. I was positive that Fred, George, Alicia and Oliver would be finding me soon and its impossible to catch a spare moment with the Weasly twins bouncing all over the place.
It was fairly warm for September and the Great Hall was always blistering hot for the Sorting Ceremony. Honestly, I need to talk McGonagall into letting us get robes with short sleeves. The Great Hall is always so bloody warm but the rest of that castle is freezing! No wonder Snape is always so cold, it must be physical as well as emotional. I decided to just wear my robes with nothing extra under them, which is what most people do this early in the year. I slipped my t-shirt over my head and was unbuttoning my jeans when the door unexpectantly whipped open and was just as quickly shut again. Someone was peeking out, checking the corridor for signs of... something.
"Excuse me." I demanded, with my hands on my hips. I did not like to be interrupted by mysterious strangers while I was attempting to change my clothes... what if I hadn't been wearing a shirt.
"Katie, it's just me." the stranger said, in an adorable Scottish accent. "Calm down." He was still looking out the window. "Fred and George have me on the run. They want me to challenge Flint to a weight lifting contest. Some sort of muggle competition they saw while in Egypt. They're absolutely infatuated with the idea now."
The stranger turned around and I realized it was no stranger. "Oliver!" I shrieked loudly enough for the whole train to hear. "Where the bloody hell have you been!" I ran and tackled him in a huge hug.
"Geoff me Kate! Fred and George'll hear you!" Oliver squeaked out as he tried to regain his breath. Oliver stood up and whistled under his breath. "Uh, Kate, don't know how to break this to you, but you do know you're not wearing a shirt, right?"
"Oliver, I think I'd know whether or not I'm..." I looked down. "Holy hell! Why didn't you tell me sooner!" I screeched as I turned around and pulled my robes on.
"Because," Oliver explained, rather embarrassed, "I came in and hid, and then you tackled me, and I just noticed." He paused a second, "Bell" he continued, sounding all captain like, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me. You already have a spot on the team, sex isn't going to get you a better one. And anyway, I don't think I could do it anyway, it would be like making out with my sister! Disgusting." He couldn't handle the straight face any longer and broke out laughing.
We sat down and started talking about our holidays. Actually, he was talking, I didn't really have much to say considering it wasn't the best three months of my life. After a while I just started to tune him out (who really cares about a muggle singer he saw while visiting America. No matter how nice her abs were) I swear he got buffer over the break. If he kept up at this rate there wouldn't be enough room in his body for a brain! It's already too filled with muscles, food, girls, and quidditch. Okay, mostly quidditch, but that's understandable. His testosterone was pushing out his common sense. Wait, did I just say testosterone and common sense in the same sentence? Sorry, my bad.
Alicia came in and gave Oliver a glance. "Fred and George are coming. I'd hide those buff arms of yours."
"Alicia, I know the muscles turn you on, it's okay, I understand. If I was female I would think I was incredibly sexy too." Really, his head was swelling to a suffocating size, I could barely fit into the compartment, let alone Alicia. Time to take a little air out of Mr. Wood's balloon.
"I'd rather snog George, whaddya think Ali?" I asked winking at her.
"I don't know, Fred has that rugged, unthreatening, innocent quality about him. George just seems like he's been around the block once or twice. Experience is good too. I'm sure they'd both be good for a snog." Alicia responded, playing along, or was she? She really looked as if she was contemplating the idea.
"Did someone just call me innocent?" Fred asked, sticking his head in the door.
"Experienced that's me." George said, opening the door.
"Yeah, at being a nit wit!" Fred jabbed, as they sat on either side of Alicia, facing Oliver and me.
"I suddenly feel like my safety has been greatly marred." Alicia said, grimacing.
"Now really doll, would we do anything to hurt our favorite Chaser? We're after the cup this year." George said, patting Alicia's knee. I noticed that he didn't move it either, just left it lingering in that area. But that really wasn't of import...
"Alicia's your favorite chaser?!?" I exclaimed. "Well that sure explains a lot! No wonder I'm always being attacked with bludgers. I demand new unbiased Beaters."
George and Fred looked a bit thunderstruck and Alicia was trying her hardest not to laugh. Damn her, she can always tell when I'm joking.
"Sor-Sorry Kate." George stammered.
"Yeah, really, totally didn't mean it." Fred continued.
"We like you all the same. You're all bloody good."
"Don't kick us off the team. We know you lik- I mean, you want to, um, keep everyone happy, but really Wood, don't kick us off." Fred was blushing slightly. I looked over to the boy on my right who seemed to be giving Fred a death glare. Interesting, there was information floating around I didn't know about. Must talk to Alicia, the twins tell her everything... and Oliver tells the twins everything. Yes, life is sweet.
I had settled into my compartment and was feeling extremely comfortable watching the countryside roll-by. Feeling fairly assured that Flint was far away (I had heard Malfoy, his dirty little seeker, call him into his compartment) I decided it would be a good time to change into my Hogwarts robes. I was positive that Fred, George, Alicia and Oliver would be finding me soon and its impossible to catch a spare moment with the Weasly twins bouncing all over the place.
It was fairly warm for September and the Great Hall was always blistering hot for the Sorting Ceremony. Honestly, I need to talk McGonagall into letting us get robes with short sleeves. The Great Hall is always so bloody warm but the rest of that castle is freezing! No wonder Snape is always so cold, it must be physical as well as emotional. I decided to just wear my robes with nothing extra under them, which is what most people do this early in the year. I slipped my t-shirt over my head and was unbuttoning my jeans when the door unexpectantly whipped open and was just as quickly shut again. Someone was peeking out, checking the corridor for signs of... something.
"Excuse me." I demanded, with my hands on my hips. I did not like to be interrupted by mysterious strangers while I was attempting to change my clothes... what if I hadn't been wearing a shirt.
"Katie, it's just me." the stranger said, in an adorable Scottish accent. "Calm down." He was still looking out the window. "Fred and George have me on the run. They want me to challenge Flint to a weight lifting contest. Some sort of muggle competition they saw while in Egypt. They're absolutely infatuated with the idea now."
The stranger turned around and I realized it was no stranger. "Oliver!" I shrieked loudly enough for the whole train to hear. "Where the bloody hell have you been!" I ran and tackled him in a huge hug.
"Geoff me Kate! Fred and George'll hear you!" Oliver squeaked out as he tried to regain his breath. Oliver stood up and whistled under his breath. "Uh, Kate, don't know how to break this to you, but you do know you're not wearing a shirt, right?"
"Oliver, I think I'd know whether or not I'm..." I looked down. "Holy hell! Why didn't you tell me sooner!" I screeched as I turned around and pulled my robes on.
"Because," Oliver explained, rather embarrassed, "I came in and hid, and then you tackled me, and I just noticed." He paused a second, "Bell" he continued, sounding all captain like, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me. You already have a spot on the team, sex isn't going to get you a better one. And anyway, I don't think I could do it anyway, it would be like making out with my sister! Disgusting." He couldn't handle the straight face any longer and broke out laughing.
We sat down and started talking about our holidays. Actually, he was talking, I didn't really have much to say considering it wasn't the best three months of my life. After a while I just started to tune him out (who really cares about a muggle singer he saw while visiting America. No matter how nice her abs were) I swear he got buffer over the break. If he kept up at this rate there wouldn't be enough room in his body for a brain! It's already too filled with muscles, food, girls, and quidditch. Okay, mostly quidditch, but that's understandable. His testosterone was pushing out his common sense. Wait, did I just say testosterone and common sense in the same sentence? Sorry, my bad.
Alicia came in and gave Oliver a glance. "Fred and George are coming. I'd hide those buff arms of yours."
"Alicia, I know the muscles turn you on, it's okay, I understand. If I was female I would think I was incredibly sexy too." Really, his head was swelling to a suffocating size, I could barely fit into the compartment, let alone Alicia. Time to take a little air out of Mr. Wood's balloon.
"I'd rather snog George, whaddya think Ali?" I asked winking at her.
"I don't know, Fred has that rugged, unthreatening, innocent quality about him. George just seems like he's been around the block once or twice. Experience is good too. I'm sure they'd both be good for a snog." Alicia responded, playing along, or was she? She really looked as if she was contemplating the idea.
"Did someone just call me innocent?" Fred asked, sticking his head in the door.
"Experienced that's me." George said, opening the door.
"Yeah, at being a nit wit!" Fred jabbed, as they sat on either side of Alicia, facing Oliver and me.
"I suddenly feel like my safety has been greatly marred." Alicia said, grimacing.
"Now really doll, would we do anything to hurt our favorite Chaser? We're after the cup this year." George said, patting Alicia's knee. I noticed that he didn't move it either, just left it lingering in that area. But that really wasn't of import...
"Alicia's your favorite chaser?!?" I exclaimed. "Well that sure explains a lot! No wonder I'm always being attacked with bludgers. I demand new unbiased Beaters."
George and Fred looked a bit thunderstruck and Alicia was trying her hardest not to laugh. Damn her, she can always tell when I'm joking.
"Sor-Sorry Kate." George stammered.
"Yeah, really, totally didn't mean it." Fred continued.
"We like you all the same. You're all bloody good."
"Don't kick us off the team. We know you lik- I mean, you want to, um, keep everyone happy, but really Wood, don't kick us off." Fred was blushing slightly. I looked over to the boy on my right who seemed to be giving Fred a death glare. Interesting, there was information floating around I didn't know about. Must talk to Alicia, the twins tell her everything... and Oliver tells the twins everything. Yes, life is sweet.
