The beginning is a diary entry to explain what's been happening. Sorry for the non-updating thing this week. Just to let you know, it's only the beginning part that's a diary.

Simple Things11: Ballycastle Bats vs. Kenmare Kestrels

(Saturday)

This past week has been so busy! I guess I have to explain in detail now for you all to understand. Okay, so Oliver arrived one night and we decided to schedule days when all of us would just hang out and talk. The first thing we did was a lunch for all six of us in the twins' shop. Angie, Alicia, and I brought the food and we got the guys to believe we actually made it. Hah! They actually believed we could cook! Well anyway, the next day Oliver and the twins did some "Male bonding time" as far as George told me. I wonder what they did. Hmm… better ask them later.

On Wednesday, we all went to the muggle part of London and watched a lot of movies. We dragged the guys into seeing this one movie with Josh Hartnett but ended up liking it since the girl from Troy was there. Really, put up a fight then the next thing we know we're being dragged into watching it again! On Thursday though, Oliver went back home to his family in Scotland since he hasn't really seen them yet. Last night we had a little party here in the house. The boys brought so much booze that this morning we were all waking up in unusual places inside the living room. As in really unusual! George was spread on the coffee table with a bottle in his hand, Fred half on the floor while the other was propped up on the foot stool, Oliver was on a chair leaning against the armrest, and all three of us girls were all squished in one couch. I don't really remember what happened all I know is that we drank, played a game of cards, and drank some more. Better not tell mum about that!

Now after we were a little more sober and each with a terrible migraine, we all had breakfast and coffee and let the boys use the bathroom before leaving. Right now it's about, 7:30 P.M. and in a little while, Oliver and I are going to go watch a quidditch game. This is gonna be new since Oliver and I never actually watched a match, usually when I'm with him we'd be playing in one .I guess he planned this so we could have more alone time as friends. Although for some strange reason, the girls think it's a date! I mean, hello everybody knows Jesse is still my boyfriend, has everyone forgotten that? Oh yeah, I have made a realization within this week; I actually really missed Oliver as a friend. I mean I really missed talking to him about anything, laughing, or just teasing each other like we have this past week. I think that this friendship is working out well, although I wished that he'd get himself a nice girlfriend that I'll personally pick if he wanted me to. Oh well, better go I think that's him downstairs!

I toss the diary under my bed and take one last look at my mirror. I adjust the pleated black skirt (Alicia insisted on it but then I still find it impractical when it's so windy tonight!) and smoothen out the long-sleeved dark green shirt. I walk downstairs and already here people talking.

"-good luck and have fun!" I catch Alicia's last words before finally appearing in the living room.

I look around before I notice Oliver sitting down on the couch. He stands up and I notice that he's wearing dark jeans and a somewhat 'jersey' of the Puddlemere United team. Where'd he get that? How come I never find that on the shelves and the players all have it?

"Hey there Kates!" He walks over and gives me a tight hug. We both back up and he seems to take note of my green shirt. "I see that you're for the Kenmare Kestrels"

"Well, I see that you're for…" I stop as I tug on his shirt.

"Well, even if we're not playing, I still wanna show that I'm from Puddlemere. Besides, it'll help them recognize me so we can get the special seats" He smiles as he puffs out his chest. Well, someone's cocky.

"Eh, I don't think you need to wear that shirt since everybody knows you. All they have to do is look behind you and see the mobs of girls following." Haha! I made him blush!

Ange breaks the silence after arching an eyebrow at me. What was that for? "Well you guys better get going before the game starts."

"Okay then. Well see you guys later."

We both apparate to the front of the quidditch pitch and already see the people lining up in front of the entrance. Oliver leads me to the back and I see a couple of famous quidditch players also lining up in a separate entrance.

"Hey there Oliver!" I see a couple of players wave and they suddenly smile at me. What are they looking at? I see a couple of the guys grin wider as I come over to greet them. "Hey there Katie!" I blush a bit as a couple of guys come and give me a tight hug. Hey, how can I not blush when I'm being hugged by guys who are all found in Witch Weekly's list of the wizard world's cutest and sexiest men? I manage to wave, smile, and hug them all back. I swear, I'm so close to fainting right now!

"Hey, hey move away. She's with me" Oliver comes over, head up high, smiling and putting an arm around my shoulders.

"Excuse me? I'm only watching the game with you" I playfully shove his hand away as I hear a few of the guys snicker.

"So, since you're not with Wood anymore, are you available?" I feel someone's arm around my shoulder pulling me towards him. I look up and see a grinning Terry Boot.

"Hey, Terry" I stand on my tiptoes as I give him a hug. "And sorry, I'm already taken."

He puts up his head and looks over at Oliver and back to me. "Are you back with-"

I know where this is heading, and it doesn't take a genius to see that. "No, I'm not with Oliver."

I hear a couple of "oooh's" and "aaaah's" from behind before Terry asks again. "So, who's the lucky guy? He must be really good-looking if you chose him over one of us" he gestures to the group of guys behind me.

I blush again, though I don't know why, before answering. "His name's Jesse and he's okay. But of course, he isn't in Witch Weekly's list like you all are."

Before we can all really have a conversation going, the entrance opens and an elderly looking witch urges everyone inside. We all find ourselves in a large room lit up by many torches. With a couple of leather chairs and couches, it reminds me of the old Gryffindor common room. The walls have banners of the two playing teams: Ballycastle Bats vs. Kenmare Kestrels. Oliver and I decide to take a couch near the pitch so we can get a good look.

Engaging in small talk like how interesting this will be since both are Irish teams playing against each other. (Ballycastle is from Northern Ireland while Kenmare is also Irish) Finally the referee blows his whistle releasing the quaffle, bludgers, and the snitch. We all erupt into cheers as the game continues. I even hear a couple of the players in the back betting on who'll win. The great thing about these special seats for players is that you get free drinks. Let me at that fire whisky! Ahem.

About halfway thru the game and cheering for Troy-the chaser of the Kenmare's- Oliver taps me on the shoulder. "I'm betting on the Ballycastle's with the guys. You wanna join?"

"Ballycastle? Do you not see the points? The Kenmare's are already 60 points ahead!"

"Well, are you watching their keeper? He's like a brick wall! There's still a great chance that they can make a comeback and if they chasers will decide to do a Parkin's Pincer, it's in the bag!"

"As if! Okay, I'm betting…" Oh no, what did I get myself into? These guys are so rich and I didn't even bring that much money tonight. I guess Oliver must've noticed since he gave a somewhat unusual alternative

"What if, if you win then all of us- those only betting of course- will have to…remove our shirts. And when we win, you'll have to remove yours. Nothing else, just shirts" Please take note that those free drinks happen to be alcoholic drinks. Let's just say that we aren't really sober in this moment.

"Okay, but only shirts! Be ready to remove yours when we win" I smile cynically up at him, challenging his smirk.

Oliver turns to his friends grinning like a mad man. "Hey guys what do you think of this deal. Instead of betting money, whoever loses will have to remove their shirts. Just shirts, nothing more, and nothing less. Everyone got agree?" A couple of the guys smile before the seeker of the Falmouth Falcon's, Dan, asks. "Is Katie in the bet?"

A couple of heads turns and if possible, grins even wider when I say yes and am for the Kenmare's. "Let's all pray that the Ballycastle's win so we can see Katie-" Sorry to say that Dan can't continue seeing as someone accidentally made him trip. Haha!

3 hours of cheering, drinking, and dancing later, the game's finally over. Let's just say that on the way out I was almost drooling after seeing what I saw and Oliver was a bit red. I'm sorry but I can't help but torment him at his poor skills on betting.

"Tsk, tsk Oliver. I though that seeing that you are a professional quidditch player, you'd be able to already bet on the winning team."

He sticks out his tongue before we both apparate to the house. This time, I see that the girls aren't waiting for me back on the couch.

"Well, thanks again and good night" I reach up and hug him for a while.

"Good night also, and don't forget tomorrow's the first day of our 2 week muggle adventure thing the twin's were talking about."

What? I thought that was on the 24. Oh ! That's already tomorrow! "That's tomorrow? I didn't even begin to pack yet!" I start nervously pacing around the room trying to think of the things I need to get done. 'Okay, did I give a letter for a leave? … Oh yeah that was the day Ange pushed me off my bed. 2 weeks vacation to where was that again? Oh yeah, first in the woods- hey Wood and woods! Nevermind! Then after that is the beach, right! So, I'll need some beachwear, pants, swe-"

"Uh, Kates are you okay?" I turn around and find Oliver semi-lying on the couch with eyelids half closed.

"Yeah, I am. Just need to think of what to pack already."

"Ah, well see you in the morning with the twins at 8 A.M. okay?" he stands before standing up again and hugging me. I lean into the hug and close my eyes a bit. I swear those games can be pretty tiring even if you're only watching them.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." And after a wave and a pop, I head back up into my warm bed after setting the alarm.