Oliver and I landed in the teachers box above the quidditch pitch.
"Off the broom Kates." Oliver ordered.
"Why should I?" I countered…feeling extremely brave considering what the prior events had been.
"Because I want to talk to you and I cant have you jumping on my broom and 'escaping'." He countered. "What? I don't know what you're talking about Oliver. I had absolutely NO intention of making a quick exit on your broom." Wow…I didn't know I could lie right through my teeth like that to Oliver. Oliver raised his eyebrows and just stared at me. DAMNIT I CANT! "Okay fine…I was thinking about it. But now I cant even attempt it, thanks loads bud." Oliver just gave a little all knowing smirk, took his broom and lounged on one of the teacher's seats using another as a footstool. I decided to follow suit but resting my legs on top of Oliver's.
"So, dear captain, go ahead and tell me how wrong what I did in practice today was." I started.
"Ah, yes. Well, as embarrassing as that was for me, an innocent bystander, to be de-pantsed in front of my whole team whom Im supposed to keep a sense of authority over, that's not what I brought you up here to talk about." Oliver was blushing at the memory of being caught without pants in front of the team. And I was trying to think of what I possibly could have been caught doing so early in the season that would make Oliver and I have to have a heart to heart talk.
"Erm, What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Just anything. It's been a long time since we have gotten to sit down and talk." I couldn't help but look at him funny when he said this.
"During quidditch practice, Wood?" I asked suspiciously "Don't you think there's a better time?"
"Well, I figured why not now…I mean the practice mood was sufficiently killed after what Fred pulled. But I lost the team after…what you did to me." Oops…I thought while blushing.
"Yeah, about that Oliver. Sorry. It wasn't meant for you. I meant to take out Fred."
Oliver laughed, "I know. Its okay Kates, don't worry about it." Good. He wasn't mad at me. But I felt the need to get revenge on Fred. If it hadn't been for Fred we would be having quidditch practice right now and the whole team wouldn't have seen Oliver and I with a sufficiently less amount of clothing. What I will need is a partner. That's no problem… I bet I can get Oliver to help me. After all, he WAS Fred's victim also. But the harder question is what we could POSSIBLY do that would be good enough to make Fred embarrassed. I mean, the boy has no shame
"Kates?" Oliver said timidly, cutting into my thoughts.
"Yahuh?" I mumbled back still trying to think of the perfect prank.
"Knut for your thoughts." I couldn't help but smile at Oliver's version of the muggle saying.
"Im trying to think of a plan that we can use to get Fred back."
"We?" Oliver asked me, trying to play dumb.
"Yes, WE, Oliver. YOU and ME working together to get back at FRED." I said emphasizing some of the words so it was like I was talking to a little kid. Oliver just gave me his patented Katie-your-OH-SO-stupid-look, which I countered with the Oliver-you-WILL-do-what-I-want-you-to-do-whether-you-like-it-or-not-so-you-might-as-well-just-give-up-right-now-and-make-it-easy-on-yourself-look. What? It's a very complicated yet efficient look, never fails me.
"Fiiiine." Oliver agreed while pouting. HA! I was TRIUMPHANT! And Oliver looks REALLY cute when he pouts.
"YES!!! SNAP!!!" I yelled out. WHOA!!! Wait a second. REWWWIND! Did I just think Oliver Wood was cute? I think I thought it without actually thinking. Yes. That must be it. Because I defiantly DO NOT think of Oliver as a guy. Well, I mean. Obviously he's a guy but he's not a GUY. Yeah. That didn't really wouldn't make sense to anyone but me. SO. Here are the cliff notes for Katie Bells mind. Obviously Oliver Wood is a male, BUT he's not one I would think of as cute or a possibility for dating. He's one of my best guy friends. END OF CONVERSATION! Wow, that rant was longer then the usual mind rants.
"You know what Oliver? Lets sleep on it tonight and tomorrow we can plan out what unfortunate event Fred is destined for." I said after deciding it was time to end our little alone time. I couldn't help but feel a little awkward after thinking weirdly about Oliver. I would be okay by tomorrow. Hopefully.
Short, yes I know. But as the author I have the AUTHORity (hahahhah yes funny me) to do that. Get it? AUTHOR AUTHORity??? Ok if you don't get it you have the brain capabilities of Pettigrew and yes… I hate him and he's stupid and he needs to die. DIE RAT DIE!!! Im gonna write a fanfic and kill him off. Yes… it'll be a masterpiece. Ok nuff of my rantings. TIME FOR YOU TO REVIEW!!! YAY!!! REEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVIIIIEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW TIME!
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