Authors Note: It's been a while! And it's 11:37 PM and I'm so darn bored
that I'm like 'I ought to update' so here are! The reviews were
magnificent for last chapter. This chapter is dramatic, and I don't really
like it, I just needed something to start happening. So here we are. I
don't blame you if you don't like it. I made this chapter (at least the
end) super simple so don't be like "That's unrealistic!" Because I agree,
it is. But I'm not going to drag it out and make it all long. Oh yes and
remember the dream, kay? Cause it's going to play a big part in
later/ending chapters. My idea for the ending of this chappy was also very
spontaneous. I just want to mix things up a bit and bring back the
'Oliver' idea.
I adore Sprite.
Hannirose: Was it funny, then?
KrazyReader: I am so not funny! Why does everyone think that? The whole table was giving Katie the evil eye because she is very unpopular and they are very popular. Aye. Hierarchy at its best.
Dagger: I will totally inform you whenever I update
Somewhere-I-Belong: Friendship DOES rule.
Dana: Snape is darn lovely.
Carolyn: I'm always writing brilliant masterpieces. Heh. Heh. Blatant Self-Promotion: Check out my bio tons of angst-y or fluffy new one-shots. Enjoy. Sorry about last chappy not being as great (in your opinion) but hey, I liked it!
The Psychedelic Turtles: Ah. I love Neville.
Professor Weasley: Thanks bunches.
Evol Norgara: Godric=Cherry jello? Hm. (ponders this)
Lemon the Kitty: I hope this has been quicker.
Mrs.Wood-Felton: Reviewers can be evil (honestly, I've seen it) I get so many ditsy people who review me going: "dudettez I 'uv your ficcccccc teeheeeeeez updatez. Kay? And harry shud get together with farmer hermione!" Yeah. I agree.
OrioCookie: Haha. That's all I have to say.
I love you all! Thanks so much (as always) for your participation.
Enjoy!
About Oliver: I adore him as well (I've gotten heavy flaming {to an extent} about how he is not mentioned enough.) I agree. Read this chapter and if you'll an Oliver fan, then you'll love me.
~*Been There Done That*~
7 AM:
Am friends again with Miss "psycho knickers."
Fine. I admit it. I missed her.
A bit.
Just a bit.
She's still a raving loony though.
"I'm sorry," she told me, "kates. You know how I can get, the therapist said that I am driven by the need/want for popularity. Forgive me!" and then she threw herself down at my knees.
Making my way down to breakfast.
7:32 AM:
Eating toast. Soggy toast.
George swears that toast dipped in chocolate milk is delicious. I'm not so sure.
It's sort of spongy.
But not in an entirely bad sort of way.
Reezo is giving me a bad look.
Like, '-we want to bring your friend to the dark side with us (IE popularity) let her go! Let her come with us, we shall give her hotdogs and not deprive her of those like you have done! You're a bad friend-'
Yeah. Bloody Right.
I don't think it's natural to think people are 'trying' to talk to you when in reality they hate you.
Hm. Shall ponder this on my way to history of magic.
8:56 AM:
Professor Binns is crazy! Someone check him into Saint Mungos! I bet he'll go on a killing spree sometime soon-
Or he'll simply give out "happy pills" and talk about love and peace. Or something else like that.
He has discovered a new fascination with quill and parchment.
"Look! When I use this quill and write on this yellowed-paper you see-" shocker "-words!"
What an odd one.
Oh yes, and then he talked to us about his love life. More disturbing then quill/parchment talk.
"Yes," he told us, "I did have an-"LARGE PAUSE "affair, I mean marriage partner. Who, mind you, I was entirely faithful to!"
And then he goes, "And you should've seen where we snogged when we were here! Public displays of affection were not allowed so we went into broom closets-" shocker we still do that now "-so Eloise and I had some fun times in those. Totally unacceptable, of course, but you know how it is-"
The boys whooped and he goes:
"Yes. She was very hot."
Ew!
10:11 AM:
Still disturbed about Binn's.
Very disturbed.
Am pondering to never touch a closet or broom now. After all.ew
Eloise and Binns.
Ew.
In Potions.
When Snape is stirring that cauldron-
OOOH.
Anyway. Enough of that.
11:30 AM:
Had a dream about Oliver and I. During Potions (yes I sleep during Potions, so sue me)
We were on a beach. Like Hawaii or something and we were sitting in lounge chairs watching out children (they were so gorgeous!) play in the waves.
Our son, James, and our daughter, Brooklyn. She was such a Daddy's girl. Anyway-
It was so perfect and then he kissed me and said:
"Hey, love, want something to drink? I'm going to go back to the cabin for a few."
And I kissed him with my perfect candy lips and said: "I'm fine, sweetie."
"Yes," he said in an entirely suggestive sort of way "I know you're fine."
Yeah. That definitely is terrible.
The worst part is what a fairytale it all was.
Darn. Why'd I have to wake up?
I can just imagine George and I.
On a beach.
He'd say "Yo, babe, ya want a fizzy drink?" How...romantic
And our children would be ragamuffins.
Lovely.
And we'd be on the DOLE (Brit form of welfare)
And we'd live in a box.
Yeah. Dare to dream. Definitely.
12 PM:
Lunch. Fun.
Threw butter at Reezo for no apparent reason.
Although I'm sure I was perfectly justified, of course. I always am.
She looked at me, and sputtered (ha! Get it? She had butter in her mouth) and she said:
"Sweetie, we all know you're jealous of my good looks. Who wouldn't be?"
Of course, she had a point there, "But we all know that you can never be gorgeous so you ought to just get used to it. And we can all tell you're trying to hard for that Oliver boy, well, hun jealousy ain't pretty."
Ouch. That stung. Right here. In the heart.
I think I'll just go crawl up in a corner-
AND DIE.
I would've responded but Alicia said: "Even if you tried, Reezo, you could never be half as pretty as Kates! You're so unnatural, it's so forced! And, I think it's really you who's been gunning for Oliver. Don't think I haven't seen," she said and then promptly sat down.
Reezo-looked scandalized.
Standing OVATION for Alicia!
And I whispered, "Saw what?"
And she laughed, this evil little laugh and said: "Nothing. Just wanted to worry her a bit."
Ha.
4:30 PM:
Caught Neville looking at the Fat Lady in a way that suggested that:
She wasn't fat
He thought she was lovely
He wanted to go snog her in a broom closet.
Suspicions were confirmed when he said:
"Hey, Mathilda," that's her name?
"can't you move your lovely gold frame to an ermmmm closet?"
She just laughed, winked at me and whispered (('I never got the young whippersnappers back then and look at me now! A total boy magnet!")) I just laughed. Sort of.
Figured out that Fat Lady is not as modest as first thought of.
Said password "Lovin' Longbottom."
Lovely.
6:43 PM:
Ran into Oliver.
He flashed me one of those smiles-
And I just giggled.
"Hi-" I said "So you know the way to the girl's loo?"
Oh dear. Sound educated there, Katie. You go girl.
"The girl's loo?" he asked "Sorry, haven't been there."
Wow. Typical answer.
"Ahhh-" the dream was coming back to me.
"So-"
"I'm fine, sweetie."
OH MY BLOODY MERLIN! I HAD JUST QUOTED WHAT I SAID IN THE DREAM! THAT WAS SO WRONG!
Flirting with the hot boy. What WAS I thinking?
"Yes," he said in an entirely suggestive sort of way "I know you're fine." ANOTHER QUOTE FROM THE DREAM!
He was flirting with the ugly girl. What WAS he thinking?
7:32 PM:
I love cookies, I was thinking of that.
Warm, hot, fresh from the oven cookies. Especially when Dobby makes them.
"Here. Miss." He told me and put a plate in front of me.
I sort of banged my head down upon the bar.
"What iz the matter, miss?" he asked. Like he cared. Pretty compassionate for a little fellow.
"It's just, this feeling-" I remember telling him.
"A feeling?" he asked.
"Yeah. I don't think I should be with George."
"What do you mean?"
"I think I should be with someone else."
"Oh," he said softly.
"What do you think?"
"I think," he said in a 'I'm perfecting my English' sort of way "that you do what Miss wants to do."
Oh great. I'm telling my woes to a house elf. Funny. And he has better advice then Alicia
I don't know why I went on prattling to him, I just knew I had to talk to him-
Talk to him about a thought that had been surfacing in my mind for a while.
Yes, I'm going to do it! And no one can stop me!
5:21 PM:
Wow.
I just broke up with George.
Truth be told, we haven't talked lately and we haven't really been very Girlfriend/Boyfriend like lately (we haven't held hands or talked or anything, really) So I blamed it on that.
But afterwards (after I was being all dramatic and loud and 'I love you I'm just not IN love with you!' And I swear Alicia was laughing her bloody head off and spitting out gulps of water) George started dipping his toast in chocolate milk and saying:
"It's okay, sweets, still the best of friends, right?"
"Right. Always and forever."
It's all going to be okay.
8:52 PM:
He passed me, on the way to the drinking fountain (what's with these little impromptu meeting sessions?) and he goes:
"Hey, Kates, I heard about George."
"Oh."
"How're you?"
"I'm fine."
"Well, I was wondering-"
"Yes!"
"I was wondering if you could make me a peanut butter sandwich," he said.
I turned scarlet.
"Erm. Yes. No. I mean, maybe. But first, Oliver. Do you think maybe we could see what it'd be like to snog a bit?"
He looked at me in this weird sort of way.
"I mean, go out! Go out, that's it!"
"You had the dream, didn't you?" he asked.
"The dream?"
Oh my Merlin. It's all coming back to me now.
"Yes! The dream, wow, you had it too?"
"Yeah, quite odd," he furrowed his brows.
Love!
"I think we ought to try," he said, "you never know. Weirder things have happened."
"Okay, okay, does that mean that we're an item now?"
"Hardly. We're people."
Already problems with commitment!
"But we are going out?"
"Seemingly so."
"I'll take you up on that peanut butter sandwich offer now," I grinned.
And then we linked arms and made our way to the kitchens.
10:04 PM:
Been There Done That. Doing It Again.
~*~
I adore Sprite.
Hannirose: Was it funny, then?
KrazyReader: I am so not funny! Why does everyone think that? The whole table was giving Katie the evil eye because she is very unpopular and they are very popular. Aye. Hierarchy at its best.
Dagger: I will totally inform you whenever I update
Somewhere-I-Belong: Friendship DOES rule.
Dana: Snape is darn lovely.
Carolyn: I'm always writing brilliant masterpieces. Heh. Heh. Blatant Self-Promotion: Check out my bio tons of angst-y or fluffy new one-shots. Enjoy. Sorry about last chappy not being as great (in your opinion) but hey, I liked it!
The Psychedelic Turtles: Ah. I love Neville.
Professor Weasley: Thanks bunches.
Evol Norgara: Godric=Cherry jello? Hm. (ponders this)
Lemon the Kitty: I hope this has been quicker.
Mrs.Wood-Felton: Reviewers can be evil (honestly, I've seen it) I get so many ditsy people who review me going: "dudettez I 'uv your ficcccccc teeheeeeeez updatez. Kay? And harry shud get together with farmer hermione!" Yeah. I agree.
OrioCookie: Haha. That's all I have to say.
I love you all! Thanks so much (as always) for your participation.
Enjoy!
About Oliver: I adore him as well (I've gotten heavy flaming {to an extent} about how he is not mentioned enough.) I agree. Read this chapter and if you'll an Oliver fan, then you'll love me.
~*Been There Done That*~
7 AM:
Am friends again with Miss "psycho knickers."
Fine. I admit it. I missed her.
A bit.
Just a bit.
She's still a raving loony though.
"I'm sorry," she told me, "kates. You know how I can get, the therapist said that I am driven by the need/want for popularity. Forgive me!" and then she threw herself down at my knees.
Making my way down to breakfast.
7:32 AM:
Eating toast. Soggy toast.
George swears that toast dipped in chocolate milk is delicious. I'm not so sure.
It's sort of spongy.
But not in an entirely bad sort of way.
Reezo is giving me a bad look.
Like, '-we want to bring your friend to the dark side with us (IE popularity) let her go! Let her come with us, we shall give her hotdogs and not deprive her of those like you have done! You're a bad friend-'
Yeah. Bloody Right.
I don't think it's natural to think people are 'trying' to talk to you when in reality they hate you.
Hm. Shall ponder this on my way to history of magic.
8:56 AM:
Professor Binns is crazy! Someone check him into Saint Mungos! I bet he'll go on a killing spree sometime soon-
Or he'll simply give out "happy pills" and talk about love and peace. Or something else like that.
He has discovered a new fascination with quill and parchment.
"Look! When I use this quill and write on this yellowed-paper you see-" shocker "-words!"
What an odd one.
Oh yes, and then he talked to us about his love life. More disturbing then quill/parchment talk.
"Yes," he told us, "I did have an-"LARGE PAUSE "affair, I mean marriage partner. Who, mind you, I was entirely faithful to!"
And then he goes, "And you should've seen where we snogged when we were here! Public displays of affection were not allowed so we went into broom closets-" shocker we still do that now "-so Eloise and I had some fun times in those. Totally unacceptable, of course, but you know how it is-"
The boys whooped and he goes:
"Yes. She was very hot."
Ew!
10:11 AM:
Still disturbed about Binn's.
Very disturbed.
Am pondering to never touch a closet or broom now. After all.ew
Eloise and Binns.
Ew.
In Potions.
When Snape is stirring that cauldron-
OOOH.
Anyway. Enough of that.
11:30 AM:
Had a dream about Oliver and I. During Potions (yes I sleep during Potions, so sue me)
We were on a beach. Like Hawaii or something and we were sitting in lounge chairs watching out children (they were so gorgeous!) play in the waves.
Our son, James, and our daughter, Brooklyn. She was such a Daddy's girl. Anyway-
It was so perfect and then he kissed me and said:
"Hey, love, want something to drink? I'm going to go back to the cabin for a few."
And I kissed him with my perfect candy lips and said: "I'm fine, sweetie."
"Yes," he said in an entirely suggestive sort of way "I know you're fine."
Yeah. That definitely is terrible.
The worst part is what a fairytale it all was.
Darn. Why'd I have to wake up?
I can just imagine George and I.
On a beach.
He'd say "Yo, babe, ya want a fizzy drink?" How...romantic
And our children would be ragamuffins.
Lovely.
And we'd be on the DOLE (Brit form of welfare)
And we'd live in a box.
Yeah. Dare to dream. Definitely.
12 PM:
Lunch. Fun.
Threw butter at Reezo for no apparent reason.
Although I'm sure I was perfectly justified, of course. I always am.
She looked at me, and sputtered (ha! Get it? She had butter in her mouth) and she said:
"Sweetie, we all know you're jealous of my good looks. Who wouldn't be?"
Of course, she had a point there, "But we all know that you can never be gorgeous so you ought to just get used to it. And we can all tell you're trying to hard for that Oliver boy, well, hun jealousy ain't pretty."
Ouch. That stung. Right here. In the heart.
I think I'll just go crawl up in a corner-
AND DIE.
I would've responded but Alicia said: "Even if you tried, Reezo, you could never be half as pretty as Kates! You're so unnatural, it's so forced! And, I think it's really you who's been gunning for Oliver. Don't think I haven't seen," she said and then promptly sat down.
Reezo-looked scandalized.
Standing OVATION for Alicia!
And I whispered, "Saw what?"
And she laughed, this evil little laugh and said: "Nothing. Just wanted to worry her a bit."
Ha.
4:30 PM:
Caught Neville looking at the Fat Lady in a way that suggested that:
She wasn't fat
He thought she was lovely
He wanted to go snog her in a broom closet.
Suspicions were confirmed when he said:
"Hey, Mathilda," that's her name?
"can't you move your lovely gold frame to an ermmmm closet?"
She just laughed, winked at me and whispered (('I never got the young whippersnappers back then and look at me now! A total boy magnet!")) I just laughed. Sort of.
Figured out that Fat Lady is not as modest as first thought of.
Said password "Lovin' Longbottom."
Lovely.
6:43 PM:
Ran into Oliver.
He flashed me one of those smiles-
And I just giggled.
"Hi-" I said "So you know the way to the girl's loo?"
Oh dear. Sound educated there, Katie. You go girl.
"The girl's loo?" he asked "Sorry, haven't been there."
Wow. Typical answer.
"Ahhh-" the dream was coming back to me.
"So-"
"I'm fine, sweetie."
OH MY BLOODY MERLIN! I HAD JUST QUOTED WHAT I SAID IN THE DREAM! THAT WAS SO WRONG!
Flirting with the hot boy. What WAS I thinking?
"Yes," he said in an entirely suggestive sort of way "I know you're fine." ANOTHER QUOTE FROM THE DREAM!
He was flirting with the ugly girl. What WAS he thinking?
7:32 PM:
I love cookies, I was thinking of that.
Warm, hot, fresh from the oven cookies. Especially when Dobby makes them.
"Here. Miss." He told me and put a plate in front of me.
I sort of banged my head down upon the bar.
"What iz the matter, miss?" he asked. Like he cared. Pretty compassionate for a little fellow.
"It's just, this feeling-" I remember telling him.
"A feeling?" he asked.
"Yeah. I don't think I should be with George."
"What do you mean?"
"I think I should be with someone else."
"Oh," he said softly.
"What do you think?"
"I think," he said in a 'I'm perfecting my English' sort of way "that you do what Miss wants to do."
Oh great. I'm telling my woes to a house elf. Funny. And he has better advice then Alicia
I don't know why I went on prattling to him, I just knew I had to talk to him-
Talk to him about a thought that had been surfacing in my mind for a while.
Yes, I'm going to do it! And no one can stop me!
5:21 PM:
Wow.
I just broke up with George.
Truth be told, we haven't talked lately and we haven't really been very Girlfriend/Boyfriend like lately (we haven't held hands or talked or anything, really) So I blamed it on that.
But afterwards (after I was being all dramatic and loud and 'I love you I'm just not IN love with you!' And I swear Alicia was laughing her bloody head off and spitting out gulps of water) George started dipping his toast in chocolate milk and saying:
"It's okay, sweets, still the best of friends, right?"
"Right. Always and forever."
It's all going to be okay.
8:52 PM:
He passed me, on the way to the drinking fountain (what's with these little impromptu meeting sessions?) and he goes:
"Hey, Kates, I heard about George."
"Oh."
"How're you?"
"I'm fine."
"Well, I was wondering-"
"Yes!"
"I was wondering if you could make me a peanut butter sandwich," he said.
I turned scarlet.
"Erm. Yes. No. I mean, maybe. But first, Oliver. Do you think maybe we could see what it'd be like to snog a bit?"
He looked at me in this weird sort of way.
"I mean, go out! Go out, that's it!"
"You had the dream, didn't you?" he asked.
"The dream?"
Oh my Merlin. It's all coming back to me now.
"Yes! The dream, wow, you had it too?"
"Yeah, quite odd," he furrowed his brows.
Love!
"I think we ought to try," he said, "you never know. Weirder things have happened."
"Okay, okay, does that mean that we're an item now?"
"Hardly. We're people."
Already problems with commitment!
"But we are going out?"
"Seemingly so."
"I'll take you up on that peanut butter sandwich offer now," I grinned.
And then we linked arms and made our way to the kitchens.
10:04 PM:
Been There Done That. Doing It Again.
~*~