Chapter Seven:
Depression mingled over me. I wasn't mad at George for long. In fact, today I stopped being mad at him for good. At least I thought.
I was taking my time as I walked from quidditch, thinking. It was much easier to be alone. When I got back inside, I'd just be crowded by everyone again. I still wasn't alone, though.
George came walking up to me in a perfectly good mood.
"Hey, Katie! No hard feelings about yesterday." He grinned at me.
"That's good to hear." I said, trying not to sound glum. I still had a lot of other things on my mind.
"I'll just pretend it never happened." George continued. I turned toward him.
"So you're just going to ignore how I feel and troop on into my personal wishes and trample on them like you've been doing since you met me?"
George's grin disappeared. "No......"
"Good." I said, walking away again. "Because that's what I thought I heard you say."
"Katie!"
"WHAT?" I said, not meaning to yell at all.
"I was going to tell you that I-"
"What?" I snapped. "You would what?"
"...That I took your words into consideration and maybe I'll try to.... Just be friends with you."
I was almost shocked at what he had said. I don't really know why. That's when I suddenly realized that I probably had done the same thing to Wood that George did to me all these years. I probably would try to stop everyone else from getting Wood. Suddenly I felt guilty. I looked at him.
"That's nice of you." I said in a shaky voice. I looked toward the school, fumbling with my broom. "Hey, you wanna walk with me back to school?"
"That's what I'm here for." He said, grinning. We had a joyful walk. He was talking about his summer, which he spent in Egypt after his dad won some money. When we got to the main doors, we stopped.
"I just want to say I'm sorry. For yelling at you yesterday." I said.
"You yelled at me yesterday?" he said, looking at me with a confused face. "When was that?"
Goodness I had forgotten he said he'd forget it ever happened. I laughed, and he smiled when he saw me.
"Is that the first time you laughed today?" he asked me. I suddenly stopped, standing there, staring at him, then avoiding his eyes.
"I.....I have to go now." I said, and I knew it sounded stupid.
-Katie Bell
Chapter Eight:
George and I continued being friends, like the old days, but I could tell it was killing him. It was killing me just to see the way he looks at me. But I knew who I liked.
Or did I? I started to get the feeling that I didn't know who my heart was really set on. When I was with George, alone or with some of my other friends, thoughts in the back of my mind would start to try to push to the front, and I was sure they were trying to make me crush on George. But then Oliver would walk in, and the same feelings I've had for ages would come again. I don't know what to do.
Oliver and I also talked every now and then, but he was often busy. I also think he was still a little embarrassed about the other day. He knew nothing about the fight I had with George, though.
Today when all the students were hanging around the Common Room, Oliver looked at me.
Yeah, sure, it's not THAT exciting, but this look was so different. He smiled, but it looked different. Unusual. Yet so..... I don't know how to describe it. I smiled back, but I'm sure I looked like a nervous idiot. I kept gazing at him, as usual, and I didn't notice George looking at me. I only found out when Alica told me.
-Katie
Depression mingled over me. I wasn't mad at George for long. In fact, today I stopped being mad at him for good. At least I thought.
I was taking my time as I walked from quidditch, thinking. It was much easier to be alone. When I got back inside, I'd just be crowded by everyone again. I still wasn't alone, though.
George came walking up to me in a perfectly good mood.
"Hey, Katie! No hard feelings about yesterday." He grinned at me.
"That's good to hear." I said, trying not to sound glum. I still had a lot of other things on my mind.
"I'll just pretend it never happened." George continued. I turned toward him.
"So you're just going to ignore how I feel and troop on into my personal wishes and trample on them like you've been doing since you met me?"
George's grin disappeared. "No......"
"Good." I said, walking away again. "Because that's what I thought I heard you say."
"Katie!"
"WHAT?" I said, not meaning to yell at all.
"I was going to tell you that I-"
"What?" I snapped. "You would what?"
"...That I took your words into consideration and maybe I'll try to.... Just be friends with you."
I was almost shocked at what he had said. I don't really know why. That's when I suddenly realized that I probably had done the same thing to Wood that George did to me all these years. I probably would try to stop everyone else from getting Wood. Suddenly I felt guilty. I looked at him.
"That's nice of you." I said in a shaky voice. I looked toward the school, fumbling with my broom. "Hey, you wanna walk with me back to school?"
"That's what I'm here for." He said, grinning. We had a joyful walk. He was talking about his summer, which he spent in Egypt after his dad won some money. When we got to the main doors, we stopped.
"I just want to say I'm sorry. For yelling at you yesterday." I said.
"You yelled at me yesterday?" he said, looking at me with a confused face. "When was that?"
Goodness I had forgotten he said he'd forget it ever happened. I laughed, and he smiled when he saw me.
"Is that the first time you laughed today?" he asked me. I suddenly stopped, standing there, staring at him, then avoiding his eyes.
"I.....I have to go now." I said, and I knew it sounded stupid.
-Katie Bell
Chapter Eight:
George and I continued being friends, like the old days, but I could tell it was killing him. It was killing me just to see the way he looks at me. But I knew who I liked.
Or did I? I started to get the feeling that I didn't know who my heart was really set on. When I was with George, alone or with some of my other friends, thoughts in the back of my mind would start to try to push to the front, and I was sure they were trying to make me crush on George. But then Oliver would walk in, and the same feelings I've had for ages would come again. I don't know what to do.
Oliver and I also talked every now and then, but he was often busy. I also think he was still a little embarrassed about the other day. He knew nothing about the fight I had with George, though.
Today when all the students were hanging around the Common Room, Oliver looked at me.
Yeah, sure, it's not THAT exciting, but this look was so different. He smiled, but it looked different. Unusual. Yet so..... I don't know how to describe it. I smiled back, but I'm sure I looked like a nervous idiot. I kept gazing at him, as usual, and I didn't notice George looking at me. I only found out when Alica told me.
-Katie