A/N There's been a bit of a misunderstanding, ok…, I'm really sorry I offended you. When I said 'all-white infirmary,' I meant the walls were white. White rooms scare me. I did not mean it as people and I happen to be a 'white person' myself. I prefer peach cause that's the color of my skin, it's not white. Ok, maybe I would be white if I stayed inside all day, but I'm forced outside so I'm more peach. I happen to be eastern European and proud of it so no discrimination was meant. Again, I apologize if my meaning was unclear.
I'm skipping a lot of time cause as I said, I have a lot of ideas for later and I want to get to them.
7/30/98
The most amazing thing. It's like a drum core, AKA marching band of crack (sorry, band quote.) If I thought I couldn't get happier I was sorely wrong. I reread some of my pervious entries and what seems like so much now seems so insignificant compared to the present. Then again now I'm actually grateful to Alicia for giving me this journal, even if I haven't written in it for about a year. Angelina is engaged to Fred. He asked her last month. George in true twin suite asked Alicia a week later. Thankfully they're not having a double wedding, that would be horrible for me trying to calm down two very nervous former Quidditch players.
Here's what happened. Oliver took me to lovely restaurant. It's kinda of out of the city and it's overlooking the river. It has a patio porch where a single table was set up. A band was sitting on the side. There were fireflies all around us. The sun was setting casting it's last rays and the moon was already in the dark part of the sky.
I usually don't care what I'm wearing, but I planned on proposing to Oliver that night so I took extra time. Alicia and Angelina went shopping with me and we found a beautiful midnight blue dress. Alicia put my hair up into a bun with some strands coming down. She wove flowers into the bun. Angelina did my makeup, I have no idea what she did but I looked like a completely different person.
I know a girl proposing to her boyfriend isn't as 'romantic' but we're now in the twentieth century and the girls can do the proposing.
We entered the restaurant arm in arm. Once again he helped me into my seat. We ate an elegant dinner and the band played in the background. After we had finished our main course he opened his hand and asked if I wanted to dance. We kissed beneath the milky twilight. He led me onto the moonlit floor. He waved his hand and the band began to play. The fireflies danced around us as if planned. It was like being surrounded and we were at the center of it all. The silver moon sparkled over head as he kissed me softly a second time. I felt his arms around me and felt myself melt into him. We seemed more as one than ever.
"Oliver, I wanted to ask you something," I told him after the song had ended.
"Katie, I wanted to know something," he said at the exact same time. Neither of us realized this right away. We both go down on our knees and pulled out the rings we had. We both laughed at how it seemed like we had coordinated this.
"Katie, you mean everything to me. I can't imagine living without you. I'd be honored if you would be my wife," he said as he slipped the ring on my finger. The ring felt cool against the warm July night.
"Oliver, You're the best listener that I've ever met. You're my best friend, best friend with benefits.
What took me so long? You've already won me over in spite of me and don't be alarmed that I fell head over feet. Don't be surprised that I love you for all that you are. I can't help it. It's all your fault," I recited. Those are modified song lyrics from Head Over Feet by an American muggle singer Alanis Morissette. I don't know why I said them; they seemed to fit. I put the ring I had gotten for Oliver on his finger.
"Great minds thing alike," Oliver stated as he helped me up.
"Indeed they do, and it doesn't hurt if they're soul mates," I responded. He led me back to my seat and we got dessert of the best cheesecake I've ever tasted. He took me home and we had a night that was so much more meaningful than the first or any other I've ever had.
We told the others and they're thrilled. Angelina and Alicia want to all go dress shopping together. I don't want to do anything except sit on the couch and realize how happy I am and keep this moment from going away. The sun just caught one of the stones in my ring. It's a silver ring with my birthstone, peridot, in the middle. On either side of it are sapphires since I was born on a Thursday. It's very beautiful. I look at it and I get that moment again out on the dance floor.
kiss me beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me out on the moonlit floor,
Lift your open hand,
Strike up the band
and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling,
So kiss me.
Improptu chapter. Band CAMP IS OVER! And there was much rejoicing. I was the little freshman trumpet player who ate by herself. Yes, I'm antisocial, or maybe the world is simply anti me. Anyway, thanks everyone who reviewed. This chapter actually grew out of the author's note at the top and I would like to apologize again for the mix-up. I do not own the Six Pence None the Richer song Kiss Me or Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette.
