Chapter Two:
Dear Diary:
Homework homework homework. I'm rather used to the piles of homework by now. We don't have too much yet, but I know it's coming. Angelina and I were quietly doing our homework (and I was drawing hearts with Oliver's name in it), when Oliver started to walk towards our table. Angelina nudged me, and I quickly shut my book with all the hearts in it. I smiled nervously and I could see Angelina's smirk in the corner of my eye.
"How's the work, girls?" he said, sitting down.
"Ffff Fine. Yes, quite fine." I tried to say, nodding my head and gazing at him.
"Now would be the right time." My friend whispered to me, and I stamped on her foot.
"Excuse me?" Oliver asked.
"Nothing, it's nothing." I said, trying to smile and him and glare at Angelina at the same time. Oliver gave me a small smile, then he started to talk again.
"I have many plans for quidditch this year." He said.
"Very good ones I bet?" I said. I knew my voice sounds nervous and all bunched up. But I had to say SOMETHING.
He nodded, making an "I'd say so," face. I know all of his faces. The "I think you could do better," face, the "If you say one more bad thing about my quidditch team I'll punch you in the face," look, my favorite is the "I told you so," face. There's many more. Maybe I'll write them down later.
"Hey Oliver!" a voice shouted from behind him. He turned around in his seat to see Fred and George Weasley waving to him to head over there.
"Excuse my, ladies." He said, then he left the table. I crossed me arms over the table and let my head fall into them like I was going to cry. Angelina patted my arms.
"You'll tell him next time." She said.
I lifted my head. "I doubt I'll ever get to say a word about it to him."
"Well, if you don't, I will."
"No, please don't." I groaned.
"If you don't say anything by Valentines Day, I'm definitely telling him myself." She closed her books and left the table. I watched her leave, then my eyes rested on Oliver, Fred, and George, who were across the room. When George looked over at me, I quickly looked away and started to do my homework again. I only did a few pretend scribbles, to make him look away.
Later when I was still trying to finish up my homework, everyone was heading to bed and George came over.
"Hello, Katie."
"Hello, George." I said without looking up from my paper.
"Need help with that?"
"No, I'm fine." I said, and I nodded at him, then quickly went back to work. That's when I realized I had my book open with Oliver's name in hearts all over it. I looked slowly up at George, then I shut the book and stuffed it into my bag. I'm not sure if he read it, but I could feel my face turning red.
"Are you sure?" he said.
"Yes." He sat there looking at me for a few moments, then he shrugged and got up to go to bed. I put all my papers, ink bottles, and quills away and headed up to bed myself.
Dear Diary:
Homework homework homework. I'm rather used to the piles of homework by now. We don't have too much yet, but I know it's coming. Angelina and I were quietly doing our homework (and I was drawing hearts with Oliver's name in it), when Oliver started to walk towards our table. Angelina nudged me, and I quickly shut my book with all the hearts in it. I smiled nervously and I could see Angelina's smirk in the corner of my eye.
"How's the work, girls?" he said, sitting down.
"Ffff Fine. Yes, quite fine." I tried to say, nodding my head and gazing at him.
"Now would be the right time." My friend whispered to me, and I stamped on her foot.
"Excuse me?" Oliver asked.
"Nothing, it's nothing." I said, trying to smile and him and glare at Angelina at the same time. Oliver gave me a small smile, then he started to talk again.
"I have many plans for quidditch this year." He said.
"Very good ones I bet?" I said. I knew my voice sounds nervous and all bunched up. But I had to say SOMETHING.
He nodded, making an "I'd say so," face. I know all of his faces. The "I think you could do better," face, the "If you say one more bad thing about my quidditch team I'll punch you in the face," look, my favorite is the "I told you so," face. There's many more. Maybe I'll write them down later.
"Hey Oliver!" a voice shouted from behind him. He turned around in his seat to see Fred and George Weasley waving to him to head over there.
"Excuse my, ladies." He said, then he left the table. I crossed me arms over the table and let my head fall into them like I was going to cry. Angelina patted my arms.
"You'll tell him next time." She said.
I lifted my head. "I doubt I'll ever get to say a word about it to him."
"Well, if you don't, I will."
"No, please don't." I groaned.
"If you don't say anything by Valentines Day, I'm definitely telling him myself." She closed her books and left the table. I watched her leave, then my eyes rested on Oliver, Fred, and George, who were across the room. When George looked over at me, I quickly looked away and started to do my homework again. I only did a few pretend scribbles, to make him look away.
Later when I was still trying to finish up my homework, everyone was heading to bed and George came over.
"Hello, Katie."
"Hello, George." I said without looking up from my paper.
"Need help with that?"
"No, I'm fine." I said, and I nodded at him, then quickly went back to work. That's when I realized I had my book open with Oliver's name in hearts all over it. I looked slowly up at George, then I shut the book and stuffed it into my bag. I'm not sure if he read it, but I could feel my face turning red.
"Are you sure?" he said.
"Yes." He sat there looking at me for a few moments, then he shrugged and got up to go to bed. I put all my papers, ink bottles, and quills away and headed up to bed myself.