I left the hospital wing that night, tired, but healed. The day after
crawled by, my anticipation of meeting up with Oliver was growing. I got
about 15 points taken away from Hufflepuff that morning because I wouldn't
pay attention. I couldn't pay attention is more fitting, actually. Oliver's
voice played over in my head:
'... I would really enjoy getting to know you better Diona...'
Thank goodness 2:15 finally came, by then I had dreamed up almost all of the possibilities of me running into Oliver's arms and having him whisk me off.
After quickly running to the common room and throwing my books under my bed, I brushed my hair, applied lippy*, and practiced my 'Hello Oliver's in front of the mirror.
I stopped primping for a second to look at my ring, which was hastily rearranging the letters on the inscription. I ran my finger over it, but quickly with drawled, for the silver of the ring was red hot. The odd thing was the ring didn't burn the finger that it was on; it didn't feel a bit abnormal there.
I placed thoughts of the ring in the back of my head and continued on to the rear garden.
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My stomach did back flips when I saw Oliver standing there. He saw me and waved, adding on one of his amazing smiles. I walked over and smiled, returning his wave.
"Hi Oliver," I said softly, and thankfully, in a completely squeak-free voice.
"Hey," He said and looked at me, penetrating me with his deep green eyes. He took my hand and looked at my finger, "You wore the ring," he said, smiling.
"I've been wearing it since I got it," I said and looked back at him, "I couldn't read the inscription, and today it started rearranging itself. I was wond'ring if you could tell me about it, it really is an interesting ring."
"It started rearranging already? That was quite fast. Must like you," he said, half to himself and half to no one else in particular. "May I see your hand?" He asked.
It was quite a job to contain the excitement that was stirring up in my body. "Yeah, sure," was all I mustered, and he held my hand and looked at my palm. I looked down and noticed that something was being etched into my skin. The feeling wasn't painful; it was a pleasant, like a feather being softly tickled across my palm. The message read only the word 'yes'. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it, making the message disappear. I almost swooned from the kiss, but managed to stay upright.
"You kiss very softly," I said, for I couldn't quite take in what the ring and writing on my palm were about.
He laughed, but not in a taunting way, "Thank you, I think."
"What was the ring all about?" I asked him.
"It was my mother's old ring, she enchanted it so that if I found a girl I fancied, I could stick it on her finger, and it would tell me if it was really worth it to go for her," he said, "quite silly actually."
I was a bit disappointed; I expected it to be a little more exciting than that. I looked back down at the ring and noticed that the letters had stopped rearranging, and were back to their usual undecipherable phrase.
"Well, I seem that was a quite long and useless run up to what I really wanted to say," he said, and looked me in the eyes, "Will you go out with me?"
I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat, even though it was quite silly in the end, "Yes, I'm glad you asked," I said, beaming brighter than the sun over a desert.
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Thank goodness I only had two more periods of class after that, I couldn't wait to tell Fiona what had happened.
Her Reaction:
"HE WHAT?" Fiona screamed at me, jumping up and down.
"He kissed my hand," I repeated, grinning.
"Ooh! I knew it! I knew you two were destined to be together!" She squealed.
"It is quite odd about the ring though, you really would think there was more to it than just a way to find if a girl he fancies is good or not."
"Mmm," she said and stopped jumping, "really, I do think he's holding something back from you."
"I don't know, why would he hold it back?"
She shrugged and replied, "He always seemed quite, well, iffy."
"Iffy? He can't be iffy, he's the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team! That would be awful if he was an iffy captain, 'Hmm, shall I score a point, crash into that bludger, go for the snitch, grab Merriam's club, or go get myself a nice cup of tea?'"
I fixed the position of the ring on my finger and realized that the message had changed once again. Except now, I could read it clearly, 'See you soon Diona!' I didn't show Fiona the message on the ring out of fear that she would do her 'That-is-such-an-unclear-adverb' monologue.
I went off to do homework, and didn't think too much about anything for the rest of the night.
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*Lippy: Okay, this is a bit obvious, but just in case you don't know (don't be embarrassed about it () Lippy is lipgloss or lipstick.
'... I would really enjoy getting to know you better Diona...'
Thank goodness 2:15 finally came, by then I had dreamed up almost all of the possibilities of me running into Oliver's arms and having him whisk me off.
After quickly running to the common room and throwing my books under my bed, I brushed my hair, applied lippy*, and practiced my 'Hello Oliver's in front of the mirror.
I stopped primping for a second to look at my ring, which was hastily rearranging the letters on the inscription. I ran my finger over it, but quickly with drawled, for the silver of the ring was red hot. The odd thing was the ring didn't burn the finger that it was on; it didn't feel a bit abnormal there.
I placed thoughts of the ring in the back of my head and continued on to the rear garden.
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My stomach did back flips when I saw Oliver standing there. He saw me and waved, adding on one of his amazing smiles. I walked over and smiled, returning his wave.
"Hi Oliver," I said softly, and thankfully, in a completely squeak-free voice.
"Hey," He said and looked at me, penetrating me with his deep green eyes. He took my hand and looked at my finger, "You wore the ring," he said, smiling.
"I've been wearing it since I got it," I said and looked back at him, "I couldn't read the inscription, and today it started rearranging itself. I was wond'ring if you could tell me about it, it really is an interesting ring."
"It started rearranging already? That was quite fast. Must like you," he said, half to himself and half to no one else in particular. "May I see your hand?" He asked.
It was quite a job to contain the excitement that was stirring up in my body. "Yeah, sure," was all I mustered, and he held my hand and looked at my palm. I looked down and noticed that something was being etched into my skin. The feeling wasn't painful; it was a pleasant, like a feather being softly tickled across my palm. The message read only the word 'yes'. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it, making the message disappear. I almost swooned from the kiss, but managed to stay upright.
"You kiss very softly," I said, for I couldn't quite take in what the ring and writing on my palm were about.
He laughed, but not in a taunting way, "Thank you, I think."
"What was the ring all about?" I asked him.
"It was my mother's old ring, she enchanted it so that if I found a girl I fancied, I could stick it on her finger, and it would tell me if it was really worth it to go for her," he said, "quite silly actually."
I was a bit disappointed; I expected it to be a little more exciting than that. I looked back down at the ring and noticed that the letters had stopped rearranging, and were back to their usual undecipherable phrase.
"Well, I seem that was a quite long and useless run up to what I really wanted to say," he said, and looked me in the eyes, "Will you go out with me?"
I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat, even though it was quite silly in the end, "Yes, I'm glad you asked," I said, beaming brighter than the sun over a desert.
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Thank goodness I only had two more periods of class after that, I couldn't wait to tell Fiona what had happened.
Her Reaction:
"HE WHAT?" Fiona screamed at me, jumping up and down.
"He kissed my hand," I repeated, grinning.
"Ooh! I knew it! I knew you two were destined to be together!" She squealed.
"It is quite odd about the ring though, you really would think there was more to it than just a way to find if a girl he fancies is good or not."
"Mmm," she said and stopped jumping, "really, I do think he's holding something back from you."
"I don't know, why would he hold it back?"
She shrugged and replied, "He always seemed quite, well, iffy."
"Iffy? He can't be iffy, he's the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team! That would be awful if he was an iffy captain, 'Hmm, shall I score a point, crash into that bludger, go for the snitch, grab Merriam's club, or go get myself a nice cup of tea?'"
I fixed the position of the ring on my finger and realized that the message had changed once again. Except now, I could read it clearly, 'See you soon Diona!' I didn't show Fiona the message on the ring out of fear that she would do her 'That-is-such-an-unclear-adverb' monologue.
I went off to do homework, and didn't think too much about anything for the rest of the night.
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*Lippy: Okay, this is a bit obvious, but just in case you don't know (don't be embarrassed about it () Lippy is lipgloss or lipstick.