September 1, 1993-Hogwarts-7th year
Somehow, during our train ride to Hogwarts, Dementors had managed to board the train today. Cornelius Fudge later released a statement claiming that the Dementors were looking for Sirius Black. In my opinion, Dementors should not be allowed to be around young children, such as the younger half of students at Hogwarts. But then, no one cares about my opinion anyway. The frightening creatures weren't there the entire time, only for a few minutes. I was looking forward to today, seeing that I was newly appointed Head Girl, which meant I could boss people around. (As long as they were students, of course.) And when we all boarded the Hogwarts Express, I decided to sit with Oliver, rather than the Prefect car. Fortunately, Fred and George Weasley were the only other people who accompanied us in our compartment. It was a bit humorous, as once the two Weasleys saw my Head Girl badge, they insisted on consistently making jokes about my new position of authority. And from what they told me, Percy is Head Boy this year, too. That's very good for him, seeing that he deserves it! If you're wondering about what happened to Percy and I's friendship following the 'incident' in the Prefect's Bathroom, then I can assure you that we did retain our friendship and have tried to forget the whole thing. (And that is working out quite well, thank you.) We were almost to Hogwarts, and talking about Quidditch, when to rain. (Extremely hard, if I might add.) A few minutes later, the train began slowing down, eventually stopping all together.
"Are we there?" Oliver asked, glancing out of the window, seeing only countryside. Confused, I looked out of the window as well.
"No, we can't be there already," I answered, squinting to see through the rain. Why did we stop? I hope everything's okay.I mean, I hope it's just for some minor problems. Suddenly, something clicked in my head. "You don't think, maybe.?" I trailed off, seeing no need to finish that particular sentence. The three boys knew what I meant. Could this have something to do with.You-Know-Who? I didn't want to think of all of the possibilities.
"Oh, George, this would be a great time to go and reek some havoc among our fellow chums!" Fred exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.
"Top idea, Fred! Let's go!" George responded, heading out of the compartment door, as did Fred. I could have stopped them, but didn't feel the desire to yell at anyone at the moment. I looked at Ollie. Before I could say anything, the whole train went pitch black. Every single light went out. And for, what it seemed, no apparent reason!
"Oliver, this is really starting to worry me," I told him, my eyes fretful. He nodded.
"I know, I know."
I backed away from the window a bit, and accidentally tripped over a piece of fallen luggage from the luggage rack. When I fell, one of my tiny earrings came out of my ear.
"Oh no," I mumbled, searching blindly with my hands along the floor. Seeing that the earrings were somewhat expensive, I immersed myself into the task of finding it. I suppose that's why I didn't see when the Dementor came in. The door flew open, (I did hear that, but I figured that it was Fred or George.) and the Dementor stood in the doorway. In compartments next to ours, a few first-year girls shrieked in terror at the sight of the Dementors. "Yes!" I cried in victory as my hand enclosed itself over the earring. Putting it back in my ear, I stood up, now seeing the Dementor. Never seeing one before, I froze. I had read in books that this being somehow seemed to take the happy essence out of a room and replaced it with sadness. But nowhere had I read that it made people feel sick to their stomach. My stomach was suddenly filled with a cold, sickening tingle. As I was frozen to the spot, I watched in horror as it reached its lifeless hand towards me. My brain was screaming at my muscles to move out of the way, but I didn't move. All of a sudden, I felt Ollie grab the back of my cloak and yank me back, away from the frightening creature. Afterward, the Dementor simply left. Shaking half with fear, half with relief, I slowly stood up again (When Oliver pulled me backwards, I lost my footing.) and stared at the doorway.
"W-What was that?" I spoke shakily, pointing at the door.
"That was a Dementor." Ollie responded clearly.
"Oh, I know what the figure was, you Muggle. What I was referring to was the incident."
"Then I don't know."
I looked at Ollie with horror.
"You-You don't think this has anything to do with Sirius Black, do you?" He just shrugged. It was at that time, the lights came back on, and the train started moving again. I sighed with relief. If that was a real Dementor, they were more than likely gone now. "Oh, and thank you for pulling me back like that from the Dementor.I don't want to think about what might have happened if you hadn't." I thanked him, trying to make some light out of the subject. He looked at me and smiled. (Editor's Note: It was here that Lindsay began writing "His smile could launch a thousand Quaffles" many times, referring to Oliver Wood. I believed that it wasn't necessary to let the rambles remain in the book, so it was edited.)
"Your welcome." I then gave him a hug of gratitude. The split-second later, Fred and George burst through the door.
"Were we interrupting anything?" Fred asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at us.
"Shut up, Fred before I turn you into a bunny." I threatened teasingly, letting go of Ollie. We all laughed, and began talking about Quidditch again. Once we reached the Hogsmeade station, everyone was very anxious to get off. I couldn't figure out why, seeing that it was extremely cold and raining like mad. I tried using my cloak as an umbrella, but it was completely useless, seeing that the rain simply soaked through the fabric. Sopping wet, Ollie and I trudged past Hagrid and to the carriages, which would take us to the castle. Fred and George obviously went somewhere else, as they weren't in our carriage. I didn't mind much, since I didn't think too highly of the misbehaving boys. The self-driven carriage took off with a slight lurch, and we were on our way back to the castle. Looking at Oliver, I smiled.
"I can't believe that this is it. Our last year," I said to him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"One more year to put up with Snape." He responded.
"What's wrong with Snape?"
"His personality. He takes points away from Gryffindor for no reason!"
"You're just jealous that you're not his best student," I accused him, rather smug. I was Professor Snape's best student. I have a gift for Potions, you see.
"Like you are?" With this remark from him, I hit him playfully. As we approached the gate, I got that sick feeling in my stomach again. There were Dementors at the gate.
"Oh my God, are they mad? Putting Dementors at the gate?!" I screamed, clenching my fists. Ollie rolled his eyes.
"This is going to be a long year," He said, leaning back in his seat a bit. We didn't say anything after that. The rest of the day was normal, routine first day material. But something was new this year. Seeing that Sirius Black was loose, Hogwarts was taking full precaution and stationing Dementors all over the gates of the school, making sure that the escaped prisoner wouldn't set foot in the school. At least not as long as the Dementors were there. Following the feast, I led the first-year Slytherins to our tower. In the process, we passed Percy leading a line of new first- years as well. I smiled at him, but he ignored me. Though we were still friends, and now Head Boy & Girl, I could tell he was still upset about what happened two years ago. It turned out that during that time, he was secretly dating another girl, Penelope Clearwater. Anyway, we got to the common room, (The new Password is "Titilandus Draconis". Which I believe means "Tickling Dragons" in Latin.) I noticed Marcus Flint. He was in his 8th year at Hogwarts, seeing that he failed his 6th year. (See what I mean when I say he's shtupid?) He glared at me, and I glared back. Now I'm just sitting here on my bed, writing and listening to my roommates. They're talking about their boyfriends. I really hope they don't include me in their conversation.why? I'm not a prep, thank you very much.
December 21, 1993-Hogwarts-7th year
Today I learned how to.ice skate. What is ice-skating, you may ask? Well, according to Melanie Chance, it's a Muggle recreational activity, which includes a strange pair of shoes and ice. We were all quite bored, so she offered ice-skating lessons to anyone who wanted to learn. Ollie and I were the only ones who accepted the offer. Melanie took us out to the lake, which had a thick layer of hard, ice, which accumulated over the night.
"Alright, before we go out onto the ice, there's one thing you have to remember to do." Melanie said while putting on her 'ice-skates'. Ice- skates, are like boots with a thin slice of metal on the bottom. I looked at my friend strangely as she continued. "Once you get on the ice, remember to glide. Don't walk, glide. Walk, bad. Glide, good. Any questions?" Ollie raised his hand. "For Pete's sake, just say it. We're not in class."
"Okay, how do you 'glide'?" Oliver asked, slightly mocking our Ravenclaw friend. Melanie didn't seem to notice.
"Like this," She said, stepping out onto the ice. And instead of walking, she seemed to glide on the ice. Suddenly, I saw what she meant when she spoke of this 'gliding'. I looked at Ollie.
"Well, do you want to give it a try?" I suggested. He just shrugged.
"Whatever." Smiling, I glanced back at Melanie, who stopped gliding.
"How do we turn our shoes into shoes like those?" I asked, gesturing to her ice skates.
"Easy," Melanie replied, pulling her wand from her pocket and pointing at our shoes. As soon as she muttered something, which I did not hear, pieces of metal grew from the soles of our shoes. It was extremely hard to balance myself on these new ice-skates, so I grabbed Ollie for support. Well, he didn't balancing himself any easy, so we both toppled over onto the snow. Carefully, I got back up, trying to keep my stability. Taking very small steps, I inched toward the icy lake. Once on the ice, I tried this 'gliding'. But as soon as I did, I slipped and fell backwards.
"Ow." I mumbled, standing back up, rubbing the back of my head. It was inevitable that Melanie was laughing. "What?" I demanded, angrily. She kept laughing.
"Oh, it's hilarious watching you people!" And then she laughed some more. She thinks I can't skate, eh? I'll show her! Maybe not today, at this moment, but.sometime! When she least expects it, I'll show her! Anyway, I motioned for Oliver to come on the ice.
"Come on, Ollie! It's fun!" I exclaimed, trying to glide again, this time succeeding. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"It's fun watching you fall on your bum?" He questioned sarcastically.
"No, shtupid!" I answered, rolling my eyes. For a bit of revenge for that remark, I gathered up a bit of snow on the edge of the lake, made it into a ball, and hurled it at Ollie. The snowball hit him in the face.
"Ow! You muffin! That wasn't very nice!" He growled teasingly, standing up.
"Well what are you going to do about it, Oliver?" I giggled.
"I'm going to go out there and kick you into next week!"
"Like you could?" I said, placing my hands on my hips.
"Just watch me," He said back, stepping out onto the ice and skating towards me. Once he was close enough, he pushed me, making me fall down again. Having a plan, I pretending to be hurt.
"Ow, Ollie! That wasn't very nice! Oh, now I can't get up!" I uttered, just loud enough for him to hear. He, of course, bought the act.
"Here, let me help you up." He offered me his hand apologetically. Smirking, I grabbed his hand, yanking him downwards, making him fall as well. I snickered as I stood up easily, brushing snow off of my cloak.
"Look who's laughing now!" I yelled, glancing down at my boyfriend. He didn't say anything. Obviously, he was trying to trick me, like I'd tricked him. "Oh, come on Oliver, I'm not that shtupid!" Still, no answer. Did he really fall that hard? I gently nudged him with my foot. All of a sudden, his eyes flew open and Ollie grabbed my foot and pulled it, making me collapse backwards. Laughing, I scrambled onto of him, hitting him in the face playfully with my hat. "That'll teach you to mess with me!" I shouted, as I abused him flirtatiously. A few metres away, Melanie cleared her throat. I looked up. She raised her eyebrow.
"Couldn't you save that for inside the castle?" She asked, referring to our awkward positions. Realizing for the first time that someone could perceive this to be a bit perverted, I quickly stood up, placing the hat I'd been using to hit Oliver with back on my head. Oliver stood up quickly as well.
"You know we're not like that, Mel." I reassured, a bit irritated.
"Sure," She replied, acting as if she didn't believe me. Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Ollie. "Well, you guys can do whatever you'd like. Obviously, I've taught you well enough how to skate. So I'm going inside to defreeze myself, alright?"
"Alright, have fun, Mel!" I called after her as she trudged back up towards the castle with her skates still on. I sighed.
"So, Ollie-boy, what do you suppose we do now?" I questioned, brushing a few snowflakes off of his shoulder.
"Get rid of these damn shoes," He said, using his wand to make the metal pieces disappear from the bottom of his shoe. He did the same to mine.
"Thank you. Now all we have to do is get out of the middle of the lake," I laughed, beginning to make my way carefully to the shores of the icy lake. Ollie followed me. Once the ground under my feet was snow, not ice, I sighed. "Well, I'm not doing that again."
"What? Ice-Skating?" Oliver asked, reaching the ground as well. I rolled my eyes, and replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No, hopping around like a little bunny. Of course!"
"Touchy today, aren't we?"
"Oh, shut up, Ollie. I'm not touchy! Just.cold." I answered back, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Want to go back up to the castle?"
"Nah, I don't feel like avoiding Flint at the moment." Ollie's left eye twitched as I mentioned Flint's name for the millionth time, but I ignored it like I always do.
"Has he been staying away from you?" He asked, waiting for an excuse to beat Flint up. I nodded my head.
"He's been treating me like I was invisible!" I grinned. "Eh.let's go back to the castle. We can go to the library, or sneak in the kitchen." I could see my breath in front of me.
"Alright, that sounds good." And we both made our way back up to the castle, which was half-empty, seeing that it was the Christmas holiday. It had been a nice day with Oliver, I had to admit that, but something was nagging at me at the back of my mind. Something which I chose to ignore. I think that it's the fact that as I realize that both mine and Oliver's time at Hogwarts is coming to an end, I realize more and more each day that we're going to have to eventually say good-bye. Ollie has dreams, and so do I. We can't hold each other back. Yes, it would be for the best. But until that day comes, I think I'll just enjoy his company like I always do.
December 26, 1993-Hogwarts-7th year
Nothing much happened today.being the day after Christmas, most of us were playing with the new toys we received for Christmas the previous day. Well, when both Oliver and I got tired of that, (There's not much you can do with a box of Chocolate Frogs.) we decided that we'd just go outside and walk. And possibly talk as well, but mainly just to walk. As well as to escape the increasingly annoying Weasley twins, whom were, erm-simply getting on my nerves. In any case, Ollie and I were walking side by side along the edges of the still-frozen lake, just talking.
"What do you plan to do once you escape?" I asked, out of the blue. I was curious to see his plans for the future, as I usually was with everyone else. I'm a pretty nosy person.
"Eh.I think I'll just go back to my common room and hang out with the Weasleys." Oliver answered, his breath visible in front of him. I blinked.
"No, you shtupid hoof!" I exclaimed, hitting him teasingly, "I meant after you graduate!"
"Oh! I see now."
I rolled my eyes. What an idiot! But I decided to forgive him. This time.
"Well," He began. "I think I'm going to try and get and a spot on an official Quidditch team."
"That's it? That's your future? Quidditch?" I replied skeptically, placing my hands on my hips. Does this boy know that there are other careers out there in today's modern magical community that don't involve Quidditch? Obviously not.
"Yeah, so what's wrong with it?" Laughing at the ignorance, of this remark, I realized how much I pitied Oliver.He needs a good, reality-slap in the face.
"Erm." I thought for a moment. "Well," I finally said, "Is there any room for me in your Quidditch-future?" I batted my eyelashes innocently at him. He laughed, thought for a second, then replied.
"No."
"No?!" I cried, acting surprised, "Don't you love me?" I asked, using melodramatic gestures.
"Of course I do! It's only.erm-I can't love you, and be a famous Quidditch player at the same time!" Of course, I knew Ollie was only joking, as he would never say such a thing and be serious. So, I joked back.
"Oh, I see how it is now! You love Quidditch more than you love me! Well, you know what? I never really liked you anyway!" Then I stuck my tongue out at him childishly and stomped off, away from him. I heard him laugh.
"I'm only joking! Can't you take a joke?" Oliver called out after me.
"Of course I can take a joke! I took you, didn't I?" I replied, smirking.
"I guess you're right, then!" He said back, walking up behind me.
"Oh my gosh, for once, you didn't have a sarcastic reply!" I exclaimed, once again, acting as though I was surprised. Ollie just raised an eyebrow at me. "Alright, then. Be that way. I'll just erm-walk over.here." He didn't say anything, he just.stood there, as I stepped back a few feet from him.
"I'm not going to say anything, you know." He said, laughing slightly.
"Oh, your plaque is in the mail." This was my way of saying, 'I don't care.' But of course, I was still joking.
"Ooo.what is it going to say?" Oliver asked, acting as if he was excited. I thought for a moment.
"Oliver Wood," I stated stuffily, adding a bit of drama to the title, "Keeper of my heart." I grinned. "How's that sound?"
"Perfect," Oliver declared, smiling. And then, something happened. It's almost as if a switch clicked in my brain, and I realized, for the first time, how much I really cared about Oliver. I realized that I loved him, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Quidditch, or no Quidditch.
Somehow, during our train ride to Hogwarts, Dementors had managed to board the train today. Cornelius Fudge later released a statement claiming that the Dementors were looking for Sirius Black. In my opinion, Dementors should not be allowed to be around young children, such as the younger half of students at Hogwarts. But then, no one cares about my opinion anyway. The frightening creatures weren't there the entire time, only for a few minutes. I was looking forward to today, seeing that I was newly appointed Head Girl, which meant I could boss people around. (As long as they were students, of course.) And when we all boarded the Hogwarts Express, I decided to sit with Oliver, rather than the Prefect car. Fortunately, Fred and George Weasley were the only other people who accompanied us in our compartment. It was a bit humorous, as once the two Weasleys saw my Head Girl badge, they insisted on consistently making jokes about my new position of authority. And from what they told me, Percy is Head Boy this year, too. That's very good for him, seeing that he deserves it! If you're wondering about what happened to Percy and I's friendship following the 'incident' in the Prefect's Bathroom, then I can assure you that we did retain our friendship and have tried to forget the whole thing. (And that is working out quite well, thank you.) We were almost to Hogwarts, and talking about Quidditch, when to rain. (Extremely hard, if I might add.) A few minutes later, the train began slowing down, eventually stopping all together.
"Are we there?" Oliver asked, glancing out of the window, seeing only countryside. Confused, I looked out of the window as well.
"No, we can't be there already," I answered, squinting to see through the rain. Why did we stop? I hope everything's okay.I mean, I hope it's just for some minor problems. Suddenly, something clicked in my head. "You don't think, maybe.?" I trailed off, seeing no need to finish that particular sentence. The three boys knew what I meant. Could this have something to do with.You-Know-Who? I didn't want to think of all of the possibilities.
"Oh, George, this would be a great time to go and reek some havoc among our fellow chums!" Fred exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.
"Top idea, Fred! Let's go!" George responded, heading out of the compartment door, as did Fred. I could have stopped them, but didn't feel the desire to yell at anyone at the moment. I looked at Ollie. Before I could say anything, the whole train went pitch black. Every single light went out. And for, what it seemed, no apparent reason!
"Oliver, this is really starting to worry me," I told him, my eyes fretful. He nodded.
"I know, I know."
I backed away from the window a bit, and accidentally tripped over a piece of fallen luggage from the luggage rack. When I fell, one of my tiny earrings came out of my ear.
"Oh no," I mumbled, searching blindly with my hands along the floor. Seeing that the earrings were somewhat expensive, I immersed myself into the task of finding it. I suppose that's why I didn't see when the Dementor came in. The door flew open, (I did hear that, but I figured that it was Fred or George.) and the Dementor stood in the doorway. In compartments next to ours, a few first-year girls shrieked in terror at the sight of the Dementors. "Yes!" I cried in victory as my hand enclosed itself over the earring. Putting it back in my ear, I stood up, now seeing the Dementor. Never seeing one before, I froze. I had read in books that this being somehow seemed to take the happy essence out of a room and replaced it with sadness. But nowhere had I read that it made people feel sick to their stomach. My stomach was suddenly filled with a cold, sickening tingle. As I was frozen to the spot, I watched in horror as it reached its lifeless hand towards me. My brain was screaming at my muscles to move out of the way, but I didn't move. All of a sudden, I felt Ollie grab the back of my cloak and yank me back, away from the frightening creature. Afterward, the Dementor simply left. Shaking half with fear, half with relief, I slowly stood up again (When Oliver pulled me backwards, I lost my footing.) and stared at the doorway.
"W-What was that?" I spoke shakily, pointing at the door.
"That was a Dementor." Ollie responded clearly.
"Oh, I know what the figure was, you Muggle. What I was referring to was the incident."
"Then I don't know."
I looked at Ollie with horror.
"You-You don't think this has anything to do with Sirius Black, do you?" He just shrugged. It was at that time, the lights came back on, and the train started moving again. I sighed with relief. If that was a real Dementor, they were more than likely gone now. "Oh, and thank you for pulling me back like that from the Dementor.I don't want to think about what might have happened if you hadn't." I thanked him, trying to make some light out of the subject. He looked at me and smiled. (Editor's Note: It was here that Lindsay began writing "His smile could launch a thousand Quaffles" many times, referring to Oliver Wood. I believed that it wasn't necessary to let the rambles remain in the book, so it was edited.)
"Your welcome." I then gave him a hug of gratitude. The split-second later, Fred and George burst through the door.
"Were we interrupting anything?" Fred asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at us.
"Shut up, Fred before I turn you into a bunny." I threatened teasingly, letting go of Ollie. We all laughed, and began talking about Quidditch again. Once we reached the Hogsmeade station, everyone was very anxious to get off. I couldn't figure out why, seeing that it was extremely cold and raining like mad. I tried using my cloak as an umbrella, but it was completely useless, seeing that the rain simply soaked through the fabric. Sopping wet, Ollie and I trudged past Hagrid and to the carriages, which would take us to the castle. Fred and George obviously went somewhere else, as they weren't in our carriage. I didn't mind much, since I didn't think too highly of the misbehaving boys. The self-driven carriage took off with a slight lurch, and we were on our way back to the castle. Looking at Oliver, I smiled.
"I can't believe that this is it. Our last year," I said to him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"One more year to put up with Snape." He responded.
"What's wrong with Snape?"
"His personality. He takes points away from Gryffindor for no reason!"
"You're just jealous that you're not his best student," I accused him, rather smug. I was Professor Snape's best student. I have a gift for Potions, you see.
"Like you are?" With this remark from him, I hit him playfully. As we approached the gate, I got that sick feeling in my stomach again. There were Dementors at the gate.
"Oh my God, are they mad? Putting Dementors at the gate?!" I screamed, clenching my fists. Ollie rolled his eyes.
"This is going to be a long year," He said, leaning back in his seat a bit. We didn't say anything after that. The rest of the day was normal, routine first day material. But something was new this year. Seeing that Sirius Black was loose, Hogwarts was taking full precaution and stationing Dementors all over the gates of the school, making sure that the escaped prisoner wouldn't set foot in the school. At least not as long as the Dementors were there. Following the feast, I led the first-year Slytherins to our tower. In the process, we passed Percy leading a line of new first- years as well. I smiled at him, but he ignored me. Though we were still friends, and now Head Boy & Girl, I could tell he was still upset about what happened two years ago. It turned out that during that time, he was secretly dating another girl, Penelope Clearwater. Anyway, we got to the common room, (The new Password is "Titilandus Draconis". Which I believe means "Tickling Dragons" in Latin.) I noticed Marcus Flint. He was in his 8th year at Hogwarts, seeing that he failed his 6th year. (See what I mean when I say he's shtupid?) He glared at me, and I glared back. Now I'm just sitting here on my bed, writing and listening to my roommates. They're talking about their boyfriends. I really hope they don't include me in their conversation.why? I'm not a prep, thank you very much.
December 21, 1993-Hogwarts-7th year
Today I learned how to.ice skate. What is ice-skating, you may ask? Well, according to Melanie Chance, it's a Muggle recreational activity, which includes a strange pair of shoes and ice. We were all quite bored, so she offered ice-skating lessons to anyone who wanted to learn. Ollie and I were the only ones who accepted the offer. Melanie took us out to the lake, which had a thick layer of hard, ice, which accumulated over the night.
"Alright, before we go out onto the ice, there's one thing you have to remember to do." Melanie said while putting on her 'ice-skates'. Ice- skates, are like boots with a thin slice of metal on the bottom. I looked at my friend strangely as she continued. "Once you get on the ice, remember to glide. Don't walk, glide. Walk, bad. Glide, good. Any questions?" Ollie raised his hand. "For Pete's sake, just say it. We're not in class."
"Okay, how do you 'glide'?" Oliver asked, slightly mocking our Ravenclaw friend. Melanie didn't seem to notice.
"Like this," She said, stepping out onto the ice. And instead of walking, she seemed to glide on the ice. Suddenly, I saw what she meant when she spoke of this 'gliding'. I looked at Ollie.
"Well, do you want to give it a try?" I suggested. He just shrugged.
"Whatever." Smiling, I glanced back at Melanie, who stopped gliding.
"How do we turn our shoes into shoes like those?" I asked, gesturing to her ice skates.
"Easy," Melanie replied, pulling her wand from her pocket and pointing at our shoes. As soon as she muttered something, which I did not hear, pieces of metal grew from the soles of our shoes. It was extremely hard to balance myself on these new ice-skates, so I grabbed Ollie for support. Well, he didn't balancing himself any easy, so we both toppled over onto the snow. Carefully, I got back up, trying to keep my stability. Taking very small steps, I inched toward the icy lake. Once on the ice, I tried this 'gliding'. But as soon as I did, I slipped and fell backwards.
"Ow." I mumbled, standing back up, rubbing the back of my head. It was inevitable that Melanie was laughing. "What?" I demanded, angrily. She kept laughing.
"Oh, it's hilarious watching you people!" And then she laughed some more. She thinks I can't skate, eh? I'll show her! Maybe not today, at this moment, but.sometime! When she least expects it, I'll show her! Anyway, I motioned for Oliver to come on the ice.
"Come on, Ollie! It's fun!" I exclaimed, trying to glide again, this time succeeding. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"It's fun watching you fall on your bum?" He questioned sarcastically.
"No, shtupid!" I answered, rolling my eyes. For a bit of revenge for that remark, I gathered up a bit of snow on the edge of the lake, made it into a ball, and hurled it at Ollie. The snowball hit him in the face.
"Ow! You muffin! That wasn't very nice!" He growled teasingly, standing up.
"Well what are you going to do about it, Oliver?" I giggled.
"I'm going to go out there and kick you into next week!"
"Like you could?" I said, placing my hands on my hips.
"Just watch me," He said back, stepping out onto the ice and skating towards me. Once he was close enough, he pushed me, making me fall down again. Having a plan, I pretending to be hurt.
"Ow, Ollie! That wasn't very nice! Oh, now I can't get up!" I uttered, just loud enough for him to hear. He, of course, bought the act.
"Here, let me help you up." He offered me his hand apologetically. Smirking, I grabbed his hand, yanking him downwards, making him fall as well. I snickered as I stood up easily, brushing snow off of my cloak.
"Look who's laughing now!" I yelled, glancing down at my boyfriend. He didn't say anything. Obviously, he was trying to trick me, like I'd tricked him. "Oh, come on Oliver, I'm not that shtupid!" Still, no answer. Did he really fall that hard? I gently nudged him with my foot. All of a sudden, his eyes flew open and Ollie grabbed my foot and pulled it, making me collapse backwards. Laughing, I scrambled onto of him, hitting him in the face playfully with my hat. "That'll teach you to mess with me!" I shouted, as I abused him flirtatiously. A few metres away, Melanie cleared her throat. I looked up. She raised her eyebrow.
"Couldn't you save that for inside the castle?" She asked, referring to our awkward positions. Realizing for the first time that someone could perceive this to be a bit perverted, I quickly stood up, placing the hat I'd been using to hit Oliver with back on my head. Oliver stood up quickly as well.
"You know we're not like that, Mel." I reassured, a bit irritated.
"Sure," She replied, acting as if she didn't believe me. Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Ollie. "Well, you guys can do whatever you'd like. Obviously, I've taught you well enough how to skate. So I'm going inside to defreeze myself, alright?"
"Alright, have fun, Mel!" I called after her as she trudged back up towards the castle with her skates still on. I sighed.
"So, Ollie-boy, what do you suppose we do now?" I questioned, brushing a few snowflakes off of his shoulder.
"Get rid of these damn shoes," He said, using his wand to make the metal pieces disappear from the bottom of his shoe. He did the same to mine.
"Thank you. Now all we have to do is get out of the middle of the lake," I laughed, beginning to make my way carefully to the shores of the icy lake. Ollie followed me. Once the ground under my feet was snow, not ice, I sighed. "Well, I'm not doing that again."
"What? Ice-Skating?" Oliver asked, reaching the ground as well. I rolled my eyes, and replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No, hopping around like a little bunny. Of course!"
"Touchy today, aren't we?"
"Oh, shut up, Ollie. I'm not touchy! Just.cold." I answered back, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Want to go back up to the castle?"
"Nah, I don't feel like avoiding Flint at the moment." Ollie's left eye twitched as I mentioned Flint's name for the millionth time, but I ignored it like I always do.
"Has he been staying away from you?" He asked, waiting for an excuse to beat Flint up. I nodded my head.
"He's been treating me like I was invisible!" I grinned. "Eh.let's go back to the castle. We can go to the library, or sneak in the kitchen." I could see my breath in front of me.
"Alright, that sounds good." And we both made our way back up to the castle, which was half-empty, seeing that it was the Christmas holiday. It had been a nice day with Oliver, I had to admit that, but something was nagging at me at the back of my mind. Something which I chose to ignore. I think that it's the fact that as I realize that both mine and Oliver's time at Hogwarts is coming to an end, I realize more and more each day that we're going to have to eventually say good-bye. Ollie has dreams, and so do I. We can't hold each other back. Yes, it would be for the best. But until that day comes, I think I'll just enjoy his company like I always do.
December 26, 1993-Hogwarts-7th year
Nothing much happened today.being the day after Christmas, most of us were playing with the new toys we received for Christmas the previous day. Well, when both Oliver and I got tired of that, (There's not much you can do with a box of Chocolate Frogs.) we decided that we'd just go outside and walk. And possibly talk as well, but mainly just to walk. As well as to escape the increasingly annoying Weasley twins, whom were, erm-simply getting on my nerves. In any case, Ollie and I were walking side by side along the edges of the still-frozen lake, just talking.
"What do you plan to do once you escape?" I asked, out of the blue. I was curious to see his plans for the future, as I usually was with everyone else. I'm a pretty nosy person.
"Eh.I think I'll just go back to my common room and hang out with the Weasleys." Oliver answered, his breath visible in front of him. I blinked.
"No, you shtupid hoof!" I exclaimed, hitting him teasingly, "I meant after you graduate!"
"Oh! I see now."
I rolled my eyes. What an idiot! But I decided to forgive him. This time.
"Well," He began. "I think I'm going to try and get and a spot on an official Quidditch team."
"That's it? That's your future? Quidditch?" I replied skeptically, placing my hands on my hips. Does this boy know that there are other careers out there in today's modern magical community that don't involve Quidditch? Obviously not.
"Yeah, so what's wrong with it?" Laughing at the ignorance, of this remark, I realized how much I pitied Oliver.He needs a good, reality-slap in the face.
"Erm." I thought for a moment. "Well," I finally said, "Is there any room for me in your Quidditch-future?" I batted my eyelashes innocently at him. He laughed, thought for a second, then replied.
"No."
"No?!" I cried, acting surprised, "Don't you love me?" I asked, using melodramatic gestures.
"Of course I do! It's only.erm-I can't love you, and be a famous Quidditch player at the same time!" Of course, I knew Ollie was only joking, as he would never say such a thing and be serious. So, I joked back.
"Oh, I see how it is now! You love Quidditch more than you love me! Well, you know what? I never really liked you anyway!" Then I stuck my tongue out at him childishly and stomped off, away from him. I heard him laugh.
"I'm only joking! Can't you take a joke?" Oliver called out after me.
"Of course I can take a joke! I took you, didn't I?" I replied, smirking.
"I guess you're right, then!" He said back, walking up behind me.
"Oh my gosh, for once, you didn't have a sarcastic reply!" I exclaimed, once again, acting as though I was surprised. Ollie just raised an eyebrow at me. "Alright, then. Be that way. I'll just erm-walk over.here." He didn't say anything, he just.stood there, as I stepped back a few feet from him.
"I'm not going to say anything, you know." He said, laughing slightly.
"Oh, your plaque is in the mail." This was my way of saying, 'I don't care.' But of course, I was still joking.
"Ooo.what is it going to say?" Oliver asked, acting as if he was excited. I thought for a moment.
"Oliver Wood," I stated stuffily, adding a bit of drama to the title, "Keeper of my heart." I grinned. "How's that sound?"
"Perfect," Oliver declared, smiling. And then, something happened. It's almost as if a switch clicked in my brain, and I realized, for the first time, how much I really cared about Oliver. I realized that I loved him, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Quidditch, or no Quidditch.