Chapter Four: My Mind is Crap
"HE WANTS TO WHAT?!?" I shrieked.
Alicia glanced around the Great Hall to make sure no one had heard me. "Oliver wants to ask you out... tonight. Now be quiet, I'm not supposed to be telling you this. Hell, I'm not even supposed to know this."
"For how long has he felt this way?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going on.
"For, like, ever!" Alicia cried, exasperated. "Probably like five years. But first there was Flint-"
"Don't remind me!" I muttered.
Alicia laughed, "And then you had that thing for Diggory, and then you became obsessed with George,"
I giggled, sheepishly.
"And then there was that Hufflepuff boy, and you really had an infatuation with..."
"I get the point, Alicia, move on." I groaned, embarrassed.
"Well, anyway, he's stuck to liking you through all of that. Always sitting quietly in the wings ready to pick up the pieces. We've been trying to tell him to give up for years but he won't listen."
"But-but- WHY!" I stammered. "We have such a great friendship already, why mess it up?"
"I think the point is, if you're going out with him you can't be going on with anyone else. He'd have you all to himself. Plus," she looked at me and laughed, "I'm sure that naughty little Keeper mind of his has come up with some pretty good, um, more then friends ideas."
"ALICIA!" I laughed, and hit her. "Get your mind out of the gutter."
"I think you should be telling Oliver that, not me." She nodded over to where the twins and Oliver were sitting. He was looking right at us. When he saw us glance his way he quickly turned away and started talking to the twins.
"Bloody hell." I muttered under my breath.
"So, Oliver likes me," I contemplated, as I walked towards the Gryffindor common room. Well, I suppose it makes sense. It sure explains a lot: the awkward silence in the train when
Fred almost let something slip, him playing with my hair and looking guilty when I caught him, how he put his arm around me in the carriage, and all the friendly flirting. He was seeing how I'd respond.
I'm glad, though, that Alicia gave me the head's up. I would have been totally speechless if he had done it, which would of been slightly awkward and a little insulting.
But now the real question... Do I like him?
I was thinking so hard that I had walked straight into a wall. A very good smelling wall at that. After all these years at Hogwarts it still has surprises for me. Who would have thought of good-smelling walls. Definitely not Filch.
"Hey, Kate!" The wall said in a gorgeous Scottish accent. Good-smelling and it has an accent? I'm going to have to visit here more often... wait a minute!
"Oliver?" I asked, backing away from it.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking slightly confused. "What were you expecting? Another guy perhaps?"
I looked into his eyes. I had never realized how beautiful they were before, a moody green with sea blue specks in them, that sparkled that crystal. I suddenly thought of all those times he made me laugh, all the times he held me close and let me cry, the confidence I felt when with him, how much I missed him, how I loved listening to him talk, how he always was willing to listen, how he had been such a great friend. And in an instant I realized how I felt, how I had felt for a long time.
"No, Oliver," I said, looking straight into his gorgeous eyes, "I think I ran into just the right guy."
And with that I turned around and started walking into the common room. "Katie," he called after me.
But I ignored him, laughing like a maniac. I liked Oliver. I liked Oliver Wood. My mind was pure crap!
I ran straight up to my dorm and flung myself on my bed, still laughing insanely. Oh, this was so not good, I am not allowed to like the guy that was like my older brother.
Alicia bounced into the room and sat down next to me, "What's up?"
I sat up, gasping for breath, "I (gasp) like (gasp) Oliver!" I flew into another fit of giggles.
"That's great!" Alicia cried, shooting up. "I'll go let it slip to the twins quick and then they'll let Oliver know and then he'll-"
"NO!" I screamed, suddenly deadly serious. "You can't tell anyone. Not even Fred... or George or which ever one of them you're playing right now. NO ONE!"
"But-" Alicia started.
"Promise, Alicia." I said, looking her straight in the eye.
"Promise." she said, sounding dejected.
"Good, if anything's going to happen it'll come straight and honestly from Oliver with no behind-the-scenes action from you guys. Plus, I don't want anything to happen, I still think it would mess everything up. Now, come on, let's go downstairs, I'm sure the Weasly twins miss you."
Alicia giggled, evilly, "Yes, I'm sure they do."
We went back to the crowded Common Room and Alicia went to go flirt with the twins. I'm going to have to talk to her about that. She looked like she was having way to much fun pitting them against them. I have an evil best friend.
"HE WANTS TO WHAT?!?" I shrieked.
Alicia glanced around the Great Hall to make sure no one had heard me. "Oliver wants to ask you out... tonight. Now be quiet, I'm not supposed to be telling you this. Hell, I'm not even supposed to know this."
"For how long has he felt this way?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going on.
"For, like, ever!" Alicia cried, exasperated. "Probably like five years. But first there was Flint-"
"Don't remind me!" I muttered.
Alicia laughed, "And then you had that thing for Diggory, and then you became obsessed with George,"
I giggled, sheepishly.
"And then there was that Hufflepuff boy, and you really had an infatuation with..."
"I get the point, Alicia, move on." I groaned, embarrassed.
"Well, anyway, he's stuck to liking you through all of that. Always sitting quietly in the wings ready to pick up the pieces. We've been trying to tell him to give up for years but he won't listen."
"But-but- WHY!" I stammered. "We have such a great friendship already, why mess it up?"
"I think the point is, if you're going out with him you can't be going on with anyone else. He'd have you all to himself. Plus," she looked at me and laughed, "I'm sure that naughty little Keeper mind of his has come up with some pretty good, um, more then friends ideas."
"ALICIA!" I laughed, and hit her. "Get your mind out of the gutter."
"I think you should be telling Oliver that, not me." She nodded over to where the twins and Oliver were sitting. He was looking right at us. When he saw us glance his way he quickly turned away and started talking to the twins.
"Bloody hell." I muttered under my breath.
"So, Oliver likes me," I contemplated, as I walked towards the Gryffindor common room. Well, I suppose it makes sense. It sure explains a lot: the awkward silence in the train when
Fred almost let something slip, him playing with my hair and looking guilty when I caught him, how he put his arm around me in the carriage, and all the friendly flirting. He was seeing how I'd respond.
I'm glad, though, that Alicia gave me the head's up. I would have been totally speechless if he had done it, which would of been slightly awkward and a little insulting.
But now the real question... Do I like him?
I was thinking so hard that I had walked straight into a wall. A very good smelling wall at that. After all these years at Hogwarts it still has surprises for me. Who would have thought of good-smelling walls. Definitely not Filch.
"Hey, Kate!" The wall said in a gorgeous Scottish accent. Good-smelling and it has an accent? I'm going to have to visit here more often... wait a minute!
"Oliver?" I asked, backing away from it.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking slightly confused. "What were you expecting? Another guy perhaps?"
I looked into his eyes. I had never realized how beautiful they were before, a moody green with sea blue specks in them, that sparkled that crystal. I suddenly thought of all those times he made me laugh, all the times he held me close and let me cry, the confidence I felt when with him, how much I missed him, how I loved listening to him talk, how he always was willing to listen, how he had been such a great friend. And in an instant I realized how I felt, how I had felt for a long time.
"No, Oliver," I said, looking straight into his gorgeous eyes, "I think I ran into just the right guy."
And with that I turned around and started walking into the common room. "Katie," he called after me.
But I ignored him, laughing like a maniac. I liked Oliver. I liked Oliver Wood. My mind was pure crap!
I ran straight up to my dorm and flung myself on my bed, still laughing insanely. Oh, this was so not good, I am not allowed to like the guy that was like my older brother.
Alicia bounced into the room and sat down next to me, "What's up?"
I sat up, gasping for breath, "I (gasp) like (gasp) Oliver!" I flew into another fit of giggles.
"That's great!" Alicia cried, shooting up. "I'll go let it slip to the twins quick and then they'll let Oliver know and then he'll-"
"NO!" I screamed, suddenly deadly serious. "You can't tell anyone. Not even Fred... or George or which ever one of them you're playing right now. NO ONE!"
"But-" Alicia started.
"Promise, Alicia." I said, looking her straight in the eye.
"Promise." she said, sounding dejected.
"Good, if anything's going to happen it'll come straight and honestly from Oliver with no behind-the-scenes action from you guys. Plus, I don't want anything to happen, I still think it would mess everything up. Now, come on, let's go downstairs, I'm sure the Weasly twins miss you."
Alicia giggled, evilly, "Yes, I'm sure they do."
We went back to the crowded Common Room and Alicia went to go flirt with the twins. I'm going to have to talk to her about that. She looked like she was having way to much fun pitting them against them. I have an evil best friend.
