*No such a thing as a match made in heaven*
Ok, my apologies go out for not giving any author's thoughts and whatnot, it seemed to slip my mind...hehe, so anyways, I was going to tell you that the story is going to move a lot faster, but I was just trying to get the lifestyle portrayed, and I think I successfully did! Yay! Thanks to those of you who volunteered to be the beta readers! Go you! Lol, anyways, I better get on with the story....this chapter is somewhat interesting...ahhh, you'll find out soon enough! Hehe
I don't own Harry Potter characters, I just kinda morph their personalities. :)
Why me? I mean was there actually a point to having the History of Magic class? I mean if Professor Bins wanted to practice his speaking abilities, I'm sure he would be much more productive elsewhere.
"Today class, we are learning about he political reign of Wizard Donnell Mugsey..." Bins drawled on. I watched as George's head descended towards his desk. It landed with a thump. Ouch. Ok, now I definitely had the urge to laugh. A giggle escaped from my lips, and several heads perked up, sensing action. Good going Katie, draw attention to yourself.
"Do you find something funny Ms. Bell?" Bins looked up from his book and glared at me. Wow, what a frightening look, I can almost feel my pulse quickening. I shook my head, and slumped in my set. Oh great, now the whole class is excited by waiting to hear my verdict. Scum-suckers.
"Perhaps you would like to tell the class when Mugsey was first appointed?" Bins said pursing his lips. Who could live with the last name Mugsey?
"Well, I don't exactly want to..."I said rolling my eyes.
"I don't remember telling you that answering was an option!" Bins barked.
Yeesh, it wasn't my fault he had poor memory...and yet he could always remember my name. Peculiar.
"1576." I pronounced. I know for a fact that he was going to say "wrong"...but what' that Bins? Does the book say I'm right? Gee, what could that mean.
"Correct." Bins looked disappointed at missing the chance to persecuted me. Aww, do I feel sorry for him? No.
The class rolled on with an annoying slowness. Finally Bins closed his book and proclaimed,
"I'm assigning a 24-inch paper on Mugsey. For those of you who know the information," he glared at me, "please make it 48in." What the?...I give him a freakin right answer and he punishes me? That sounds like way too much logicalness for comprehension! It makes so much sense! Wow...awww who cares? This is the easiest subject anyways.
Damn. I didn't hear the bell that officially ended my fist day of school, my life is no emotionally damaged!
"C'mon Katie!" George whined.
"I'm hurrying." what an overstatement. I mean it's not like we were late for anything anyways, so why should I hurry? To get away from Bins? Wow, that's a good enough reason for me.
George led as we entangled ourselves in the maze leading to the Gryffindor common room I waved at a few Ravenclaw friends, but their friendliness was more reluctant. Must be the garlic bread I had last night, (note to self: spray mouth with air freshener). Upon reaching the portrait of the fat lady, George promptly declared,
"Siamese bats." I watched his face to see if he thought there was anything funny about the password, but nothing. Maybe I was the only Gryffindor that found the phrase amusing. It's possible. We walked into the common room, and immediately found Fred.
"George, ol buddy. Haven't seen you in awhile. Did you hear about eh new shipment at Zonkos? I decided it must be time to leave before becoming an international felon accomplice. Hey, anything's possible with Fred and George. I looked around for Angelina and Alicia, but no success. My eyes finally rested upon Oliver when I spotted him. He had his books spread out, all over the table, and his head was currently continuously being smashed against the table. Self-infliction of pain usually means a cry out for help. But, Merlin. It was Oliver Wood, and I currently was diagnosed with Oliver phobia. Awwwww, he looks so helpless....what am I thinking? This is the man that hides dead bodies in his trunk after mutilating them. Ok, maybe that is a little unrealistic, but there has to be a truth to every lie, doesn't there?
By this time I was living up to my reputation of being a "space-case". It wasn't my fault facts begged to be analyzed. Ok, maybe it is partially my fault....Damn. Is that Oliver motioning me to come over? When is life going to give me those esteemed perks? I walked slowly, as if being led to my death, which I wasn't ruling out as a possibility quite yet.
I gave him a little hand wave when I reached him, and he motioned me to sit next to him. I think I'll sit over here, I moved to the spot furthest away from him. He glared at me, then he groaned and got up and sat next to me. So much for that plan...it was shot right out of the sky. He shoved a book towards and then crossed his arms. I gave him two raised eyebrows. I knew that we weren't learning to become mimes, but did he? That's about all the handle I could get on this situation.
"What seems to be the problem?" I said picking up a quill and a piece of parchment for some real quality thinking. I normally don't help friends with homework, but if they do I complain about hem using me for my brains. Terrible accusation.
"That." he pointed to a passage in the transfiguration book. I read the paragraph several times, and yet I still couldn't find anything too confusing in it. Ok, how can I say this so it doesn't sound stupid?
"Ok, what part don't you get?" I said with patience, that I had never experienced before.
"I don't get how the transfiguration fits into these certain formulas." Oliver said becoming angry again. I rolled my eyes and began to tell him, in detail, how to do the problem. Five minuets later, it sunk deep into his skull, and I partially still had my patience.
"Thanks, Katie." He said finishing the last sentence on his parchment.
"Don't worry about it." At least it hadn't taken him hours to finally get what I was saying. I had tried tutoring someone before, but the experience still gives me the shudders.
"So, how are your classes going?" Oliver said, chin resting in hand.
"Fine. I guess you could say that the teachers are pulling out the heavy artillery at the beginning of the year this year. It must be because of our age." I said picking at my fingernails. Merlin, I wanted to let my anger out....take it out on the fingernails....what a plan.
"Yeah, they probably want us to be successful in the world, and that's why they're pushing so hard." Oliver said, stating the obvious once again. "It doesn't bother me, however." He said, I perked up from my nails, horrified by the fact that someone might not actually care about how they were doing in school.
"You don't care?!" I said sounding panicked, and I had a right to be. Why couldn't he be like other normal people who get nervous over exams?
"No, not about school at least." he said staring into the flames. What a terrible thought....not caring about school, what would I do with myself. Stupid, Katie.
"Well, what the devil do you care about?" I wasn't caring about how much trouble I got into, I wanted to see if the famous Oliver Wood was actually a heartless man.
"I care about Quidditch, and a few other things." he said slowly turning to stare at me.
"What about you?" what was it, ask a question and get asked in return day? No way in hell I was going to answer that.
"I like school, and of course Quidditch. I suppose I care about my friends a little too." He gawked at me in amazement, and I gawked inwardly at myself in amazement. Yeah, I like school...it's something to succeed in, it's something for shy people like me to excel in! Go shy people!
"Well, those are some good things to like." ah-ha! He's trying to make it up to me for that jaw-dropped stare. Well buddy, you'll have to do more than that!
"Yeah, well...it's basically all I've got." I said. Awww, tear jerking moment. Actually that does sound pretty bad when I think about it. Pitiful. Only the weak pity themselves....so if you see any weak people, tell them I want to join their club.
"I see." Oliver said slowly. He see's what? "Sorry to leave abruptly, but Quidditch practice is tonight and I better go start getting ready." Getting ready for what? What in the hell did he have to get ready for? I mean, did he want impress someone...ooooh, maybe a girl. "I'd advise you to do the same." don't include me in this Oliver Wood. I'll take no part in your evil schemes. Ok, so maybe I'm not that good at following conversations either.
"Yeah, I'll be there." I said slowly. He offered me a hand to get up, and what exactly was that supposed to mean? Did he think I was weak or something like that? Well, find Oliver two can play at that game. I avoided his hand, and tried to stand up, but I was knocked back down by the table. Oh great Katie, try to prove you're not weak, and you get beat up by inanimate objects. Really smooth. A grin creased his face, and his hand was still being held out. Why pass up on a deal like this? I grabbed his hand and he yanked me up from the chair. I yawned and stretched as Oliver stood there with amusement.
"What?" I said glaring at him from the corner of my eye.
"Nothing." he left with that, and I began to feel hungry and knew just exactly what I wanted to satisfy my hunger. Such brilliance!
I stood, broom in hand, alone on the Quidditch field. Was this supposed to be some kind of joke? Like, let's not show up for Quidditch practice, har har? Let's s see if Katie's dumb enough to show up herself, har har. Damn pranks. Screw them all, I don't have time to waste! That's probably a lie, but it sounds good.
I got on the broom, and kicked off. The feeling of amazement overcame me when I was soaring through the air. How very bird-like. Hmmm, interesting.
"Bell!" the voice reached my ears with amazing clarity. I tried to tell the doctors that my hearing was improving, but noooo. They say it's impossible, well guess what doc?
I jerked to a stop, and began to descent towards the ground. When my feet where firmly planted on the ground, I turned knowing I'd find another person who wasn't in on the joke. Oliver. Did it have to be Oliver? Why couldn't it have been George, while the rest of my so called friends sat in the common room laughing their heads off. And I was just starting to relax too! Hey Brain! Tell the body to start up the stress nerves again.
"Well, aren't we a little late?" I said, one hand on hip, the other grasping on to the broom for support, knowing the reality of what I was doing.
"Sorry." Not good enough Oliver.
"Where's everyone else?" I said brushing off his apology with no acknowledgment. Evil Katie. And once again, it's Katie who gets straight to the point.
"Dunno, I guess I'll have to have more practices if we're going to show up like this, this year." Great. More practices. If that doesn't just tickle me pink. I guess I could be tickled purple too. I mean it wouldn't be too emotionally traumatizing to me.
"So I guess you're gonna cancel practice?" hope leaked into my voice. He shook his head, guess again Katie.
"So, just you and me...alone practicing?" I said glancing around the empty field and stadium. He nodded his head slowly, and began to mount his broom. Way to go Katie, he probably would have said "no" if you would have guessed the right option.
"Guess so." Damn, what's that evil smirk for. Katie, Katie, Katie. What have you gotten yourself into now?
Hehe, anyways, that's my type of a cliffhanger no matter what it really is actually called. Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing so far, you guys are awesome! *Sobs* the end of the week is nearing....ok, now to get to the true emotions *cheers* Yay! Lol, I should have a couple of updates for you on Saturday...but I'm not promising anything, I don't think I should be lying.
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