*No such thing as a match made in heaven*
Ok, and I know it has been an extremely long time since an update, but my life seems to be falling apart at the moment, and I'm not exactly sure how to handle it. Haha, anyways, tell me what you think of this chapter, and thanks to all of my reviewers! You are da best! :)
"You're just being paranoid Angelina. No one has blood thirsty ghouls following them." I said flatly.
"I could dispute that, but I don't feel like it today." Alicia said dropping her books on the floor in our room. Hogwarts is supposed to be the best place to be on Halloween, and it would be if the teachers dropped dead. Morbid, yet curiously it makes me feel better. I watched as Alicia went to plop down on her bed, and something triggered in my head (accidental rhyming! Honest!).
"Wait!" I shouted loudly as both my roommates raised their eyebrows in confusion. "It's Halloween."
"Uh, did the calendar goddess just inform you of that?" Angelina said looking quite smug with the remark. Damn her.
"Fred and George...Ring any of those ever-present alarms in your heads?" I said hoping I didn't have to explain that one.
"They're our friends." Angelina said walking towards me as she began circling like a vulture. Alicia's eyes suddenly got wide.
"No you idiot, she's talking about Fred and George playing those Halloween tricks on us. Like they do every year, you know?"Alicia said picking up the pillow on her bed, and launching it across the room. Don't mess with her today.
"Eeeew!" Alicia shrieked. Angelina and I rushed over, hoping to see something nastily disturbing, only to recoil to the opposite wall. Ron Weasley has good reason to fear those creatures.
"George is going to die!" she shouted with fists clenched. Just George? Hmm.
"So how do you know George did it?" I said turning to face her. She of course blushed profusely.
"Just a guess." Alicia said hurriedly glancing around nervously.
"I think something is becoming mysteriously unraveled, what do you think Angelina?" I turned, expecting to find Angelina but no such luck for Katie. Apparently Angelina lost interest in the conversation and she decided to go investigate her own territory for intrusions.
"Be careful Angelina, you don't want to get to close to those spiders." I said watching her cringe while slowly pulling down her bedspread.
"Aww, look!!" she squealed pulling up a stuffed fluffy black Halloween cat/decoration. I think it's time to go over what is scary, and what is just plain not scary with the twins again.
"So that leaves me." I said sighing. I walked over to the bed, and carefully pulled down my bedspread. Nothing.
"Maybe they skipped you this year." Alicia said look around, disappointed that I didn't get the worst scare.
"Fat chance. I haven't got off yet." I was tossing things around and tipping things over. Talk about destructo woman. "Forget it. I'll just discover it tonight." Alicia grabbed her hat and was out the door, followed by Angelina. Ok, thanks for waiting for me.
The Great Hall was decorated fabulously as usual, and I would have inquired who does the decorating, but an impatient pull on my sleeve from Angelina silenced me. We walked over and sat down in our usual spots next to the boys. Fred looked at me and grinned, while he elbowed George.
"Nice hat," George said, and it almost sounded like he'd said it before. Interesting. I sat down in an empty chair next to Oliver and Angelina and looked at my reflection in my spotless spoon.
"So what's wrong with it?" I said slowly trying to focus in the spoon's reflection.
"Can't you just accept a compliment?" Fred said baffled.
"And not know what you're up to? Sorry Fred, I'll pass on that." I rolled my eyes as he faked that offended look.
"How dare you accuse us!" George shouted angrily. Hold on a sec, how did he just go from happy to pissed? We always joke around with stupid things like this, and here he is going off the deep end. Although I do think I have good reason to blame the twins, because it's always their fault. Unless...maybe they weren't the one's playing the joke on me. What was the big deal about these stupid pranks on Halloween anyways? Every knows the April Fool's day is the time for tricks! And....hold on a sec....just got a brain wave.
I turned towards Oliver and noticed for the first time that he was shaking from laughter.
"Gee, Oliver you wouldn't happen to have an idea what this whole prank crap is about would you?" I said glaring at him.
"How did you know it was me?" Oliver said, after he stopped laughing. Ok, lesson number one: never admit to the prank. Who taught this amateur anyways?
"Oliver, you just admitted to it." I said staring at him, as he was most likely inwardly cursing. "So what did you do? Obviously something with my hat, but I can't see anything wrong with it right now."
"I'm not going to tell you." Oliver said. Garsh, he sounds like a little kid. He then inserted a large fork-full of pumpkin pie in his mouth. Damn him.
"What did you do?" I wailed, becoming nervous that anything could drop on my head, any given second.
"I'm not going to tell you unless you do something for me." Oliver said in sort of a mumble. Apparently he isn't that fast of a chewer, hence the mumbled tone. I glanced around suddenly hearing Alicia's shrill tone of voice, and the sight I saw was....different. George was under the brunt of attack looking humorous, while Alicia kept on hitting him over and over repeating swear words I had never heard before.
"Alicia! I'm sorry!" George kept on saying while she completely ignored him. I would have found this situation funny if it weren't for my nervous reaction kicking in.
"What do you want me to do?" I said annoyed, out of the blue. Oliver looked surprised, an unnatural look for the king of Quidditch, and then a small smile formed across his face.
"What are you willing to do?" Oliver said getting closer. Ok, I was the one who was being tortured and he's making the demands...this is the opposite situation to what I would prefer.
"Oh, I don't know. I'll help you with your homework for an extremely long time." I said, starting to get hot.
"You already help me with my homework." Oliver said, his voice getting deeper.
"How could I forget." I said sarcastically, looking around to see if anyone else was getting warm. "Why don't you just tell me what you want? I obviously can't figure it out, so go ahead. Enlighten me."
"Ok..." Oliver said, and then he glanced off into the distance, probably thinking. "Breakfast in bed, for a month." My jaw dropped and I stared at him dumfounded. He wanted WHAT!?
"Oliver, you know that I would never do that, that's insane! For one thing I can't get up in the mornings! And..." I went to pull my hat off, but apparently I missed. I went for another go, and pulled harder this time. What the hell? I started to panic, and I pulled with all my might with no results.
"What the hell did you do!" I shrieked, loud enough for surrounding students to stop what they were doing, and stare. Oh great, just what I needed. A bunch of humored people watching my life become more and more complicated. I had my hands ready to choke Oliver, but he was quicker. He stood up and grabbed my arm, dragging me from the hall. Students were staring at me with curious eyes, and I wouldn't be surprised if just about everyone in the hall would wait until we exited the doors, and then jump out of their seats to see what was going on.
"Oliver, this is the second time you've pulled me out of the Great Hall! And what the hell did you do to my hat!"I screamed, the pitch causing even me to clench my teeth.
"Shhh!" Oliver stopped and got in my face. Whoa, ok now I'm back to feeling afraid of him. I made a muffled squeak, and we continued. He finally decided to stop outside one of the history of magic class rooms, and he pulled out his wand. Whoa, I don't deserve to die! Honestly!
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I whispered quickly imaging the fate that would now follow.
"Do you accept breakfast in bed or what? Is it a deal?" Oliver hissed, probably ticked off that I made such a fuss. Hey, he wasn't the one who had a tall black object stuck to their head. I sniffed, and looked in my reflection in the door window. Merlin.
"Ok!" I said quickly, and then he pointed his wand to my head, and muttered something. I felt a weight lifted off my hair, and Oliver plucked the hat off my head. Well at least that's over. I glanced up to see Oliver looking at my hair, horrified. No, not horrified, more like mortified. Dear God. I turned in slow motion to look in the glass reflection, and I turned away as quickly as possible.
"Don't worry Katie, it's ok." Oliver began after I started to whimper and hyperventilate at the same time. Don't worry Katie, don't worry Katie...
"Don't worry! Do you see what you did to me?!" I screeched hysterically. My beautiful long brown hair had been changed to pink, and it was so much shorter than before. "Before you play some damn fool's trick on me, you're supposed to make sure you know what you're doing!"
"I know, I don't know what went wrong. Don't worry, I'll fix it!" He said frantically, pointing his wand at my head.
"I don't think so! This time I could lose one of my body parts!" I said loudly, pulling out my own wand. I don't know any of the spells either, what am I doing?! I dropped my hand slowly, and began to sniffle.
"Don't cry Katie! We'll fix it!" Oliver said looking genuinely hopeful. Damn him.
"How!" I said through sobs. Ok, so maybe I was overreacting, but it's my hair!
"We'll go see McGonagall!" Oliver said grabbing both my wrists smiling with excitement.
"I'm not going to her looking like this! Next thing she'll think I'm weird." I said and it only took moments for Oliver to process what I said, and of course he had a puzzled look plastered upon his face.
"Ok." He said looking at the ceiling. Probably hoping that some owl will drop an amazing idea on his head. No chance there. "How about in the library, there has to be some type of book about this kind of stuff. I mean, I got the spell out of a book in the library."
"Ok, but give me your hat." I said looking around.
"What?" Oliver said looking at me. Can he say dense?
"You know, I don't exactly want to go out there looking like this." I said pointing to the hair, glancing at the floor in amazement of his stupidity.
"Oh!" Oliver said taking off his hat, and putting it on my head. I quickly pulled my hair up inside the cap, so all you could see was my face. Makeshift disguises always come in handy. Oliver started walking away, and I was quick to follow, but I smelled something. Was this Oliver that I smelled? I pulled the hat brim down over my nose and took a long sniff. I never realized Oliver had a scent...not bad Wood, not bad at all....
Haha, I love that last part! So tell me what you think, and I'll be happy enough to continue this for you, since this is only supposed to be part one of chapter ten! So the more reviews, the sooner! Yay!