A Diary, a Broom, and a Boy
Chapter One:
Dear Diary,
I'm yet at another year at Hogwarts. I'm glad to be back, and I can't wait to get on my broom again. I did realized this is Oliver's last year here. I haven't even told him a single thing yet! I tried to talk to him today. Actually, my friend Angelina Johnson tried to make me talk to him.
It started out as a normal day. I'd head to some class while he walks right towards me to his class. I stare at him as he passes, but he never seems to notice. It all seems to go in slow motion. As he passes, I turn around and watch him from behind. Even that would be in slow motion.
And then giggling would interrupt my fantasy and Angelina would punch me playfully in the arm.
"You should she your face!" she said, starting to laugh again.
"I don't really care." I said.
Still laughing, she just shook her head. "You should talk to him."
"I do talk to him."
"On the quidditch field. That's totally different from standing in the hallway, and talking to him. He'd just talk about quidditch on the field. Nothing romantic or-"
"I got it, Angelina." I said, almost snapping. Well, I didn't mean to sound that harsh.
Angelina rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm. "Hey Wood!"
"Angelina! No!"
"Katie has something to say." She smiled at me as Wood turned around and started walking back. I would have killed her if she wasn't my best friend.
"What is it?" Wood said, smiling at me.
"Um.... Well..... I..... um... well, you see..." I looked over at Angelina. "I just wanted to say that... I hope we have a good quidditch year." I let out a huge sigh of relief. Wood gave me a strange look, but then he smiled.
"I hope so too. Well, got to get to class." He patted me on the shoulder, gave me one of his looks, then walked away. I love those looks of his.
"You are such a chicken!" Angelina squealed.
"I am not! It's just... not the right time. Think of how embarrassing it would be to tell him in front of all these people."
"What people?" she said slyly as everyone went off to class. I groaned, and raced off so I wouldn't be late. Which I was.
Katie Bell
(Chapters will probably get a little bit longer. Some might end up kinda short.)
Chapter One:
Dear Diary,
I'm yet at another year at Hogwarts. I'm glad to be back, and I can't wait to get on my broom again. I did realized this is Oliver's last year here. I haven't even told him a single thing yet! I tried to talk to him today. Actually, my friend Angelina Johnson tried to make me talk to him.
It started out as a normal day. I'd head to some class while he walks right towards me to his class. I stare at him as he passes, but he never seems to notice. It all seems to go in slow motion. As he passes, I turn around and watch him from behind. Even that would be in slow motion.
And then giggling would interrupt my fantasy and Angelina would punch me playfully in the arm.
"You should she your face!" she said, starting to laugh again.
"I don't really care." I said.
Still laughing, she just shook her head. "You should talk to him."
"I do talk to him."
"On the quidditch field. That's totally different from standing in the hallway, and talking to him. He'd just talk about quidditch on the field. Nothing romantic or-"
"I got it, Angelina." I said, almost snapping. Well, I didn't mean to sound that harsh.
Angelina rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm. "Hey Wood!"
"Angelina! No!"
"Katie has something to say." She smiled at me as Wood turned around and started walking back. I would have killed her if she wasn't my best friend.
"What is it?" Wood said, smiling at me.
"Um.... Well..... I..... um... well, you see..." I looked over at Angelina. "I just wanted to say that... I hope we have a good quidditch year." I let out a huge sigh of relief. Wood gave me a strange look, but then he smiled.
"I hope so too. Well, got to get to class." He patted me on the shoulder, gave me one of his looks, then walked away. I love those looks of his.
"You are such a chicken!" Angelina squealed.
"I am not! It's just... not the right time. Think of how embarrassing it would be to tell him in front of all these people."
"What people?" she said slyly as everyone went off to class. I groaned, and raced off so I wouldn't be late. Which I was.
Katie Bell
(Chapters will probably get a little bit longer. Some might end up kinda short.)