*No such thing as a match made in heaven*
Ok, back onto the story, now as I said before there should be no assumptions being made, *glares at self* "What?"...lol, ok onto the story *Opens curtains, bag of sand falls on writer* ok, I'm SORRY...hehe
Harry Potter does not belong to me, or anything that belongs to Harry Potter. In fact, I couldn't even own a curtain that Harry Potter touched...ok, lol.
"Katie?" a voiced whispered tentatively in the room. Nope, not gonna answer.
"Katie, you have to talk to us sooner or later." Alicia said pleadingly. Ha, I think later.
"You can't blame us." Angelina said sound frustrated. I can, and I will.
"C'mon Angelina, it's no use." Alicia said. Yep that's right, no use.
"Wait!" I cried out. Jeez, I'm noting without my friends, I'm like a lost sheep while the Shepard is somewhere off partying. Even though they told me to go talk to him, it still wasn't there fault...wait a sec. When I put it that way it does sound like their fault.
"You want to talk about it?" Alicia said pulling away the curtains, that kept me secluded.
"There's nothing to talk about, you guys. I just assumed that Oliver Wood was single, and assumptions don't get anyone anywhere in life. I should have never even dreamed that someone like Oliver Wood would like me." I said slowly, I'm really good at this down in the dumps bull. My Self Esteem was where? I don't know.
It had been hard walking away from him last night, watching with reproach as Maggie basically flaunted their love. Damn her. I'll get her for this, I wonder if it's legal to wish bad luck against someone else...hmmm, I should find that out, it will definitely come in useful. I came back through the crowds of joyful people, tears streaming down my face. Oh well, hope always equals loss. But, Oliver didn't even care...but I thought he did...well now I'll never know.
"Katie, don't say that. Maggie's a monkey's uncle." Angelina said smile wide on her face. Monkey's Uncle...I'd like to call her something else, but I'm thinking that the whole lightning issue might come up again. I laughed after that one.
"Yeah, and she definitely doesn't deserve Oliver. In fact I don't know why Oliver's going out with her, at least there hadn't been any news of Oliver being taken." Alicia said looking down, probably feeling guilty for no reason. I wonder where they get this news, probably at the Hogwarts gossip hotline. Man, I wish I knew that number. It would be fun to create havoc with personal lives....my gosh! I'm thinking evil today, and I like it.
"Don't feel sorry for me. I didn't even say anything to him. Imagine the look on his face if I would have told him I liked him." I said smiling, but inwardly I really wondered what he would have done if I would have told him. Would he have kissed me? Maybe he would have made some obscene gestures. Or maybe he would have grabbed my neck and choked the life out of me...wow, I'm glad I didn't tell him. Just think. I could be dead right now.
"Let's go to breakfast." I said slowly, wanting to drop the subject and get on with my life.
"Yeah, I'm starving." Angelina said hungrily.
"So, Katie. When is the Ministry of Magic expecting you for an interview for your atrocious performance last night?" Fred said professionally. Merlin help me.
"Are you saying I played poorly?" I said innocently, frown creasing my face.
"Not at all, Katie. You just didn't have that, that um, what is it called George?" Fred said looking at George, whom was currently trying to break the record of most hash browns eaten. Eeew.
"Sphrit." George said spitting out some hash browns at some nearby first year, who in turn made an obscene gesture. It was a good thing that George didn't see it, because there would have been a major smack down at the Gryffindor table, dissension amongst the ranks is what I like to call it.
"I've got spirit, you were just too busy chucking stink bombs at people to notice." I said coyly. That's one way to get a crowd to disperse instantly, stink bombs. You can always count on the Weasly twins for a great party, but when they don't want you there...ooooh man! You in trouble!
"Right you are, Katie." Fred said his face glazed over, probably savoring that moment so that it could be remembered for a lifetime. Strange. I began to eat my food faster in anticipation for the dismissal of the breakfast hall.
"Don't eat so fast Katie. You'll kill yourself." Fred said smiling, I bet he was hoping that I would continue eating fast so that I would kill myself. How sweet of him.
"Students!" McGonagall crowed from the head table, "please go and report to your first class!" What a depressor. Hearing McGonagall dismiss us. What is the world coming to? I said goodbye to Alicia and Angelina, and paired up with Fred and George.
"Any bets on what question Bins will try to stump Katie with today?" Fred asked George as I sniggered at the thought. Go ahead and try Bins, you'll never succeed!
"I bet he'll try to ask her to spell something today, maybe even recite the alphabet backwards. I mean you never know with Bins, he's so unpredictable!" George said loudly, making a few passing students laugh that had heard him.
"If that isn't the truth." I said rolling my eyes. We continued walking, and we were just about there when we turned a corner and saw Oliver and the "monkey's uncle". Merlin, if only I had a curse in mind....
"Ay, what's Oliver doing?" Fred said, apparently confused. Gee, I think that maybe he's plotting against the international Quidditch league.
"What does it look like he's doing?!" I said annoyed. Fred and George obviously sensed my hostility, and they knew not to ask.
"Well whatever he's doing, he shouldn't be..." George said as we passed him, and after we were behind a corner, he stopped.
"What are you doing?" I asked stupidly, as George began to fumble with his pockets.
"I know I put it here somewhere," he said checking all his pockets. Finally he pulled out something that looked entirely like a stinkbomb.
"I see." I said trying to look uninterested, but inwardly I was rejoicing. They were going to stink bomb the jerks! Fred threw the bomb, and ran. George and I followed, close on his heels. We ran straight into the classroom, where we sat down winded. You could hear loud curses being uttered from the hall, and I sniggered enjoying the moment. Suddenly Filch appeared at the door.
"I 'ave a good idea who did this." He said smiling at what he thought was intellect. Intellect, more like a sudden breeze rattling whatever it was that he had in his head....hmmm, one of the most interesting questions in the world. What exactly does Filch have in his head? My bets go on lint.
He started moving in the room, in a slow snakelike way. I looked at Fred and George, inconspicuously of course, and they were doing homework looking very serious. Wow, that's what I should be doing, I am partially guilty too.
"Weasly. Weasly." He said looking from Fred to George. I would have asked him if he was taking after porky pig, but I was too busy trying to hide my laughter. Amazing how my mood can improve in a few hours. Fred put down his quill slowly, and looked up at Filch, flabbergasted.
"Yes Mr. Filch?" Fred said innocently, as George did the same in putting down his quill.
"Whatever is the matter sir?" George said also looking at him seriously. Merlin, I wish I could keep a straight face.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Filch Barked, holding up the remains of a book. Jeez, the stinkbomb must have hit Maggie's...umm, it looks like a Transfiguration book....yeah, her the remains of her uh transfiguration book. Aw, that's too bad. I wonder what McGonagall will think of the irresponsibility of students now.
"My, what have you done to that book, Mr. Filch?" George said looking horrified.
"Professor McGonagall will not be happy Mr. Filch. My advise is to run." Fred said looking equally shocked. Filch's face contorted with fear for just a moment as he probably thought about Professor McGonagall. Well, at least I'm not the only one who is deathly afraid of McGonagall.
"I'm taking this to Dumbledore." Filch said deciding that he would rather face the forgiving headmaster, than the element of wrath that Professor McGonagall would have in store for him. Wise choice.
"Way to go you two." I whispered as Bins entered the room looking extremely pissed. Ooooh, that must mean a real difficult question this time. Joy.
As the day rolled on, I found myself becoming more depressed. I mean, we did have Quidditch practice tonight, and I didn't exactly feel like going.
"What's the matter Katie, cat got your tongue?" Alicia said jokingly at dinner. Actually, I think the cat had my kidneys, and I wanted them back.
"No, I'm just dreading Quidditch practice." I said slowly, and recognition filled Angelina and Alicia's eyes.
"Don't worry, everyone is dreading practice tonight. Even though we won, Oliver will have found something we did wrong." Harry piped up, obviously listening to our conversation. We all nodded our heads and wondered exactly how bad it was going to be.
None of us had the slightest clue how difficult it would be, of course we found out the hard way. See, Oliver had this damn theory that if we drilled until the dogs came home that we would improve. Instead I think that he was killing off the team, soon there would be no one left to disapprove of Oliver's stupid ideas.
"I think I'm going to faint." Alicia said with the dirt plastered all over her sweaty face. Merlin, I hope I looked better than her. I rushed over to her, and helped her into the locker room. That was stupid, because I fell over before we could even reach the room. Damn Oliver, he was doing things that we don't even need to do for Quidditch. Like for instance, running. Laps, thousands of laps. What the hell is the point of that. I mean, we sit on the broomstick during games. Not once did we land, during the game, and run around the field a few times looking like a bunch of damn fools.
Angelina walked over to the both of us, and tried to help us up. I'd have to say it was impossible, but she pulled it off. I sulked over to my locker and looked at myself in my recently installed mirror. Eeek! I looked like a dead donkey, or something to that effect! George turned the corner, and then shrieked when he saw me, falling on the floor in the process.
"Was that really supposed to be funny?' I glared at him as he laughed. He got up and walked away, and I rolled my eyes to their extent.
"Find something funny, Bell?" Oliver's voice came up from behind me. Boy, he shouldn't have come here, he was going to get a huge piece of my mind.
"In fact, Wood, I do. I find it absolutely HILARIOUS, that you have the nerve to kill your team like this. I mean, we won, didn't we? No notice from you however, instead you began to think 'I know what I can do for entertainment tonight. I can kill the quidditch team. Ho ho ho, sooo funny'. It's just funny...hahahaha." I said loudly. Oliver stared at me like I was insane. Go Katie! Way to tell him what you feel. I could hear laughter from the showers, and laughter from the other side of the lockers.
"Ok Katie." Oliver said staring at me as a smile crossed his face. Damn him. He's supposed to be embarrassed or something like that. He shouldn't be laughing at the joke, hell, I was flat out making fun of him. "How about I make it up to you." he said taking a step closer. Merlin! Did he even understand what commitment was? I mean does the name 'Maggie' even hold any significance to him? How cruel! Although...it did make me feel a little better to know that he didn't like her that much.
He stepped even closer so that our faces were only inches away. I swear I could hear music as he leaned in. Then...
"Oliver? Are you in here?" Maggie said turning the corner, while Oliver pushed me to the floor. Ok, that was it.... This. Is. War. Who the hell did he think he was? No body could push me, Katie Bell, to the floor. I jumped to my feet, and pounced on him. Once he had hit the floor I got very close, and stuck my pointer finger in his chest.
"Don't you ever do that to me again. If you do, Oliver Wood, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." At this, I stepped on his chest and stormed off to the showers. I could hear Maggie whimpering as she most likely rushed over to her beloved Oliver, and I could hear her squeals of concern. Wait a sec...those so called squeals sounded fake. What is that supposed to mean? Does that mean that Maggie is fooling with Oliver? I mean, I'm really actually quite pissed at him right now, but he doesn't deserve to be tricked. But who am I to interfere? I mean, I'm just daydreaming about him all day and night, and I do care about him..at times. He doesn't need my help, I'm sure he can figure it out on his own...or can he?
I walked into the showers and turned on the warm water, as I began to really think about how I felt about My Captain, Oliver Wood.
Haha, I love this chapter, especially the part of the total smack down! Go Katie...I'm sure she'll regret it later...hmm, who would know however. Definitely not the author! I hope you all can find just an ounce of time to review cause they totally make me want to write more, and more interestingly at that. So tell me what you think, and I'll read it with a song in my heart *puts in CD, and begins to do the pigeon* lol, Thanks! You readers are da best!