Chapter Four:
Dear Diary,
I had another conversation with Oliver today. It started out pretty good. But that didn't last long.
"Hey, Katie!" Oliver said, running down the hall towards me.
"Hey, Oliver." I said, sounded pathetic again.
"What class did you just come from?" he asked.
"I um, just came from the History of Magic test." I said as we walked to lunch. Oliver nodded.
"Wasn't too hard, was it?"
I shook my head. "Not if you studied." I looked over at him, but he was looking forward. There was an awkward silence all the way to the Great Hall. I sat where I normally sat, and Oliver sat next to me. Angelina stared at me with wide eyes, thinking I told him I liked- loved him, but I slowly shook my head. She frowned.
"Were you walking with him?" she whispered to me while leaning across the table.
"Well, yes." I said, smiling.
"That was your PERFECT chance!" she said, then she looked over at Oliver who was giving us weird looks, and smiled, then pulled me back out of the Great Hall.
"Look, Angie, I know when it'll be the perfect chance." I tried to say as we walked back into the hall.
"Look, Katie, You are seriously running out of time. Quidditch season is next week."
"So. You said by Valentines Day."
"Yeah, but still."
I sighed. "Let's just talk about this later." I pushed back her. I bet she was shaking her head behind me.
*
"What was that about?" Oliver asked me when I sat down.
"Nothing." I said back to him, picking up my fork. I started to eat, but I stopped a moment later when I noticed him staring at me. "What?"
"You've been saying that a lot lately." He didn't look too happy about it. I put down my fork.
"What do you mean?"
He just shook his head. "What?" I asked him again.
"It's nothing." He said. Was he trying to give me a taste of my own medicine? I suddenly felt confused. I looked over an Angelina, but she was chatting with someone else.
-Katie Bell
Chapter Five:
Quidditch season has officially begun! And what a day it was! I went to the fields early, to see if I could get a word with Oliver. Yes, I had a huge confidence boost today. I felt so confident, but when I saw Oliver I could feel it slipping away. He smiled at me.
"You're here early." He said.
"I know." I said. He looked at me like he was expecting me to say something else.
"Well," he finally said. "No one else is here yet. Wanna take a walk?"
I almost choked. "Yes!" I said when I was done coughing. This is the start of my fantasies I always have.
"Katie, I wanted to talk to you about something."
My heart took a leap. "Yeah?"
"Yes. I-" he stopped, trying to figure out his words. "Do you consider us friends?"
"Of course." I said, planning the rest of the conversation in my head. Do you consider us, maybe, as more than friends? He'd ask. Maybe. I'd say. Do you consider us as more than friends? Then, the rest would be history.
"Well friends talk a lot, right."
"Right." I said, started to get confused.
"Look, Katie. Well, um..." I noticed he looked rather nervous. He stopped walking and turned toward me. I could see some of the other team mates walking to the field.
"I've been trying to get closer to you this week, but, I, well, it seems like all you're saying to me lately is 'nothing.'"
I looked down at my feet. 'Oh. Well, that's because-"
"I realize it's probably because you just don't want to tell me about some things," he said, interrupting me. "And I'm cool with that."
There was an awkward silence, then to my horror (and delight) Oliver started to lean forward. In panic I started to worry and wonder what I was supposed to do. Then something inside me made me forget to worry, and I started to lean forward too.
This would have been the greatest moment of my life, but Goegre Weasley just HAD to fly toward us on his broom extremely low and frighten us to death. He started to chant "Quidditch quidditch" with his twin brother, and I couldn't help but glare at him. Oliver just put a hand on my shoulder, gave me the, 'Well, I tried." Look, then headed towards the team. I followed him, dragging my broom. I would have killed George if I didn't know he liked me.
-Katie Bell
Dear Diary,
I had another conversation with Oliver today. It started out pretty good. But that didn't last long.
"Hey, Katie!" Oliver said, running down the hall towards me.
"Hey, Oliver." I said, sounded pathetic again.
"What class did you just come from?" he asked.
"I um, just came from the History of Magic test." I said as we walked to lunch. Oliver nodded.
"Wasn't too hard, was it?"
I shook my head. "Not if you studied." I looked over at him, but he was looking forward. There was an awkward silence all the way to the Great Hall. I sat where I normally sat, and Oliver sat next to me. Angelina stared at me with wide eyes, thinking I told him I liked- loved him, but I slowly shook my head. She frowned.
"Were you walking with him?" she whispered to me while leaning across the table.
"Well, yes." I said, smiling.
"That was your PERFECT chance!" she said, then she looked over at Oliver who was giving us weird looks, and smiled, then pulled me back out of the Great Hall.
"Look, Angie, I know when it'll be the perfect chance." I tried to say as we walked back into the hall.
"Look, Katie, You are seriously running out of time. Quidditch season is next week."
"So. You said by Valentines Day."
"Yeah, but still."
I sighed. "Let's just talk about this later." I pushed back her. I bet she was shaking her head behind me.
*
"What was that about?" Oliver asked me when I sat down.
"Nothing." I said back to him, picking up my fork. I started to eat, but I stopped a moment later when I noticed him staring at me. "What?"
"You've been saying that a lot lately." He didn't look too happy about it. I put down my fork.
"What do you mean?"
He just shook his head. "What?" I asked him again.
"It's nothing." He said. Was he trying to give me a taste of my own medicine? I suddenly felt confused. I looked over an Angelina, but she was chatting with someone else.
-Katie Bell
Chapter Five:
Quidditch season has officially begun! And what a day it was! I went to the fields early, to see if I could get a word with Oliver. Yes, I had a huge confidence boost today. I felt so confident, but when I saw Oliver I could feel it slipping away. He smiled at me.
"You're here early." He said.
"I know." I said. He looked at me like he was expecting me to say something else.
"Well," he finally said. "No one else is here yet. Wanna take a walk?"
I almost choked. "Yes!" I said when I was done coughing. This is the start of my fantasies I always have.
"Katie, I wanted to talk to you about something."
My heart took a leap. "Yeah?"
"Yes. I-" he stopped, trying to figure out his words. "Do you consider us friends?"
"Of course." I said, planning the rest of the conversation in my head. Do you consider us, maybe, as more than friends? He'd ask. Maybe. I'd say. Do you consider us as more than friends? Then, the rest would be history.
"Well friends talk a lot, right."
"Right." I said, started to get confused.
"Look, Katie. Well, um..." I noticed he looked rather nervous. He stopped walking and turned toward me. I could see some of the other team mates walking to the field.
"I've been trying to get closer to you this week, but, I, well, it seems like all you're saying to me lately is 'nothing.'"
I looked down at my feet. 'Oh. Well, that's because-"
"I realize it's probably because you just don't want to tell me about some things," he said, interrupting me. "And I'm cool with that."
There was an awkward silence, then to my horror (and delight) Oliver started to lean forward. In panic I started to worry and wonder what I was supposed to do. Then something inside me made me forget to worry, and I started to lean forward too.
This would have been the greatest moment of my life, but Goegre Weasley just HAD to fly toward us on his broom extremely low and frighten us to death. He started to chant "Quidditch quidditch" with his twin brother, and I couldn't help but glare at him. Oliver just put a hand on my shoulder, gave me the, 'Well, I tried." Look, then headed towards the team. I followed him, dragging my broom. I would have killed George if I didn't know he liked me.
-Katie Bell