I revised this chapter a little. I didn't like some of it so I changed it. Sorry for the inconvience.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
If you've read The Princess Diaries - seeing the movie does not count! - you'll get this way more than those who haven't. Although, you may enjoy it either way. Who am I kidding? You'll love it, I'm sure.
Any misspellings were made on purpose. Sorry if your name is or resemblesJohnathan.
I've come to the understanding that quite a few people like the Katie Bell/Oliver Wood coupling. I really don't care as long as Oliver Wood is with a girl. I have a few friends - Nicole - who seem to think Oliver Wood belongs with Percy. Fine, whatever. My point is just that I don't care about your preference. You can pretend it's not the Bell Diaries, but the Potter Diaries, or even the Weasley Diaries. Actually, I almost encourage it because it might make the story that much funnier. Well, I'm done. I just wanted to mention that the only character that cannot be changed is Oliver Wood - why would you want to anyway?
For the record, I am so not like the way I wrote Katie Bell.
THE BELL DIARIES
With Katie Bell
Monday, November 6
Herbology
Dear Diary,
So, I'm studying up on this potions test - because Professor Snape's a big meanie who's giving us a test two days after the lesson. Anyway, I'm studying when Johnathan - love of my life, at that time - tells me he wants to see other people!
I, too busy thinking about what to add after a newt's eye and crow's foot, said, "You mean you weren't seeing them before?"
Jonathan blinked at me a couple of times and tried again. "Katie, I mean I want to date other people."
That got my attention. "Johnathon," I paused dramatically, "Are you breaking up with me?"
He nodded - clearly, I might add. I was hoping maybe he was just trying to loosen up a neck cramp or something, but no, it was definitely a nod.
"Why?" I asked.
"You're just too... clingy, Katie. I need some space." He was speaking to me as if I was a child - he didn't even have the decency to look uncomfortable! The jerk.
And "clingy"! I am so not clingy. Okay, so I did sit by him at every opportunity and walked with him to all of his classes and sent him love notes all times in between, but besides that, I was totally not clingy!
And another thing! What's with this "Jonhathan" business? I mean, hello? It's John. You only get to go by your whole name when it's cool. Like Napoleon, or something. Not Johnathan.
Wow. This is really upsetting.
Couldn't he have waited to break up with me after the game? That's right, we've got a Quidditch game tomorrow - actually, it's more like a scrimmage, but still - I should be thinking about that, but now my mind's going to be focused on John and relationships and my lack thereof.
Arg. I hate John.
Potions
Dear Diary,
I talked to Alicia about the "John" situation. I told her he thought I was too clingy and you know what she said? She said I was too clingy!
Is the world turning on me? What's going on here? First, my so-called "boyfriend" decides to end our relationship, then my best friend supports him! Am I the only sane one left? Is it like that book by Arthur He-... uh... Arthur H. where everybody except that one guy suffers from a disease that lowers their IQ to 83. I think it was called IQ 83, or something.
Whoops, I got side tracked. That wasn't the point.
I don't remember my point, but I have a new point. John is stupid and doesn't deserve me, so it's a good thing we broke up. Now, I can find someone better suited for me. Yeah, that's right. Somebody else...
Who am I kidding? I miss John. Sure, he was a bit ego-centric and an occasional complainer, but I loved him - well, okay, I liked him a lot.
Why does this stuff always happen to me? I'm a good girl. I go to every class, followed by every practice, and I do my homework almost always. I mean, seriously, somebody upstairs is screwing me over here!
Uh-oh. Snape just asked me what a bat's wing is good for.
Gotta go.
8:35 pm
Dear Diary,
Alright, I cave. I'm too clingy.
It's only one thing if John says I'm clingy, but when my friends agree - I asked Fred and George at dinner - then I know I've got a problem.
So, here's what I'm going to do - not be clingy.
Yes, it really is that simple. You see, I know how I was being clingy, so I'll just stop doing those things.
For example, I'll stop hanging around the same people all the time, I'll stop hugging friends at random, and I'll even stop buying the same shirts as other people just so I can be all, "Hey, you shop at English Pigeon, too?" - for clothes other than the uniform, of course.
You heard it here first, diary, I'm gonna change into a stick-free me. (It's like a commercial!)
Tuesday, November 7
Noon
Dear Diary,
Oh my gosh! This whole "changing my ways" thing is tougher than I thought. I almost screwed up right off the bat when I went to wake up Alicia, Angelina, and a couple other Gryffindor girls - like I usually do - but I suddenly remembered my pledge and refrained.
Then - can you imagine! - they yelled at me because they weren't used to their alarms waking them up, so they were late to class!
I mean, come on, they're the ones that wanted me to change. Why am I suddenly to blame?
And, let me tell you, that was just the start of the day. I've also grouped with Marcus Flint for my Transfiguration project, made Neville cry because I decided to just be honest with him and told him that sweater does make him look fat, and now I'm sitting with a bunch of first years during lunch to "broaden my horizons."
I think I'm doing great, but my friends hate me, now. I'm going to owl Dear Abby to tell me what to do.
Here's what I wrote to Dear Abby:
Dear Abby,
My boyfriend of 4 months broke up with me because I was too clingy. My "friends" backed up his claims. I've since made attempts to change, which they've criticized!
What should I do?
Helpless at Hogwarts
Dear Abby's reply:
Dear Helpless,
Obviously your friends don't rightly appreciate you. If they're really your friends, they'll like you for being you, not by changing.
My advice is to resume you normal habits and if your friends drop you, they weren't your friends in the first place.
Dr. Abby
P.S. I want componsation for all the biscuits this owl ate off my plate!
After the scrimmage
Dear Diary,
Who does Oliver Wood think he is? - yelling at me like that!
If anyone should be yelled at, it's whoever hit me in the face with the quaffel!
Hello? I wasn't looking, therefore, you should NOT throw the ball! What, am I the only logical thinker on this team?
Oliver Wood kept me after for a whole hour after the scrimmage to do drills and "regain my focus." I mean, the guy's cute, but as if I didn't have better things to do?
Anyway, I'm taking the advice from Dear Abby and have resumed my regular routine of being "clingy." You know what Fred and George told me today? - well, of course you don't, you're a book. They told me they don't think I'm clingy! They never thought I was clingy. They only said I was because they like to lie. If I wasn't so happy about not being clingy, I'd be really mad. But I'm not because I'm happy! Yay!
Although, Jon did break-up with me over the whole clingy thing, so maybe I'll be less clingy in my romantic relationships.
Pff. I doubt I'll have another romantic relationship for a loooong time.
Wednesday, November 8
Charms
Dear Diary,
Oh my gosh! Marcus just asked me out! - like on a date! I was in transfiguration class, working on the project with him - since we were still partnered from my short-lived, re-me period - when he was all,
"So, Katie, I heard you're not with Johnathan anymore."
"Nope. And his real name's John, he's just too stupid to admit it."
I thought that was a really dumb statement on my part, but Marcus started laughing really hard - I swear, if he was drinking milk, it would've come shooting out of his nose like an avalanche.
"That's hilarious."
"Apparently."
"Uh... what are you doing tonight?"
This should've been the first - no, second - clue about what Marcus was getting at.
"Well, I've gotta write a potions paper and review some Magical Creatures notes - oh! And Oliver Wood is giving me some 'extra' lessons after practice." I sighed. "But after that I'm just going to lounge in the common room. Why?"
Marcus cleared his throat - as if he was about to say something important. "If you'd like to, I mean..., only if you'd want to, would you be interested in going out with me?"
This was Marcus Flint we are talking about. I mean, Marcus Flint. Can you say "ew"?
But the poor guy said it so loud, other tables were watching us and waiting for my answer. I couldn't say no and embarrass the guy, even if he can be a jerk sometimes. Even John had the decency to break up with me when we were virtually alone. I'd also backed myself into a corner by admitting I'd be free later tonight.
So, I did the only thing I could do: I accepted.
Oh, man. What have I gotten into?
10:42 pm
Worst date ever. Too upset to write. Going to sleep.
Thursday, November 9
9:10 am
Dear Diary,
Okay, so here's the worst date in the History of Hogwarts: (I am totally adding this to that book)
First off, Marcus thought it would be sweet to take a romantic broomstick ride to Hogsmeade. I was like, okay, whatever to get this date moving.
It started out fine - I mean, I'm a Quidditch chaser, riding brooms is part of what I do - but then he started going faster and faster then so fast I almost fell off the bloody broom!
So, we arrived at Hogsmeade in about 2 seconds, and I asked him where we were eating. He said it was a surprise - and, boy, what a surprise it was. He took me to this old dingy bar where some cloaked guy with long fingernails - Struwwel Peter! - took our orders - which Marcus made for me, I might add.
Marcus talked a lot about Quidditch. He reminded me of Oliver Wood, only without the cute face and attractive personality. Anyway, I found the conversation kind of dull because I totally don't believe in any of the "tricks" Marcus does.
Finally, our orders came, I was really hungry at that point, but one look at our meals made my stomach do a 360. Marcus had ordered us broiled rat topped with this mushroom/garlic gravy - explaining his terrible breath all the time... although not his teeth (gag). I didn't want to be rude, so I tried the "house specialty" and quickly dashed to the bathroom.
It was really, really gross! It took two tubes of toothpaste to get rid of the smell and I can still taste it every time I burp.
After I returned from the bathroom, I told Marcus I wanted to go home.
He gave me his best puppy-dog face - which somewhat resembled an old bulldog - and pleaded with me to stay. I said I would, but I wanted to be back in an hour.
I guess Marcus felt his night coming to a close and rushed me over to this carnival-like place that was in just for this week. He wanted to show off his "mad throwing skills," but he was out of money so he actually asked for money from me! I mean, he did win me this adorable blue teddy bear, but it was like I paid for it.
Then, he wanted me to battle with him on this narrow beam with giant Q-tips. Apparently it was derived from some muggle show - Gladiators or something. Anyway, again I agreed, and again I regretted it.
He led me up there and handed me the Q-tip without any instruction. He got up on the other side, then I heard this "ding" and Marcus whacked me! He WACKED me and I fell in the freezing water underneath us!
Oh, I was mad, let me tell you. But I got my revenge. I climbed back onto the beam as Marcus stood there laughing at me. I waited for that little "ding" and, this time, I countered Marcus' attack, faked to the right, then toppled him over with a jab at his left. He lost his balance and went over the side.
I couldn't help but laugh at him helplessly trying to dig himself from the cold, wet pool he'd landed in. Marcus was really upset. You could totally tell he did not like being taken out by a girl - thank you 4th year kendo lessons!
We decided to go back to Hogwarts at that point, soggy and not at all satisfied with the evening.
As if the night wasn't bad enough, Fred and George couldn't help but comment on my dripping exterior. (Abby was so right about them not being my true friends.)
After I showered for the second time - third if you count that "bath" at the carnival - I ran into Oliver Wood on my way to lounge in the common room.
"How was your date?"
He said it like that, too - italics and all.
"Well, I wasn't hit in the face by a quaffel, so I guess it wasn't all bad."
Oliver grinned - he actually grinned! I did not expect that. Don't get me wrong - he has a really nice grin, I just didn't expect it.
"I'm sorry about yelling at you earlier. It was uncalled for."
Well, that just about floored me. Oliver Wood apologizing to me? Is the world turning inside out? (And I'm not talking about the whole revolving thing.)
"That's okay, Oliver Wood. I should've been paying better attention."
It never hurts to suck up a little, ya know?
"I understand... you broke up with Johnathan?"
"He broke up with me. Actually, let's just call it mutual."
He grinned again.
"Well, my point is that there's probably a lot on your mind right now, so I'm sorry for stressing you out."
He was looking kind of uncomfortable at this point and I was worried he might hurl. I was wearing my new Casey Clive boots. The last thing I wanted was for them to be covered in bile and stomach acid - ick.
"Uh... thanks, Oliver Wood, but I'm over it. Really."
"I guess that makes sense. You did go out with Marcus, after all."
It suddenly hit me - the perfect excuse! I could've just told Marcus I wasn't over John yet and I would've had a legit reason not to go with him! Maybe then I could've kept my powder blue Versace dress from becoming an algae-green disaster.
I must've said this out loud because Oliver Wood started laughing at me.
I got a little indignant. "Oh, so you could've just told him off?"
"Yes, Katie, I could have. I don't have as kind a heart as you."
A little voice inside me went "Ahhhh... that was sweet..."
"Well, you better get your sleep. I've scheduled a morning practice tomorrow."
Then that little voice died.
"Practice makes perfect," he added before heading off for the boys' wing.
Geez, and we were getting along so well. Leave it to Oliver Wood to ruin it with talk of Quidditch practice.
Yuck.
History of Magic
Dear Diary,
Marcus is not talking to me. He's my Transfiguration partner and he's not talking to me! I had to do the whole project by myself because he claimed to have a side ache - more like a bruised ego. It was some physical injury he sustained, although he wouldn't tell me how. (Gee, I wonder).
Anyway, I finished the lesson and headed over to History of Magic - which I am currently in the middle of. I told Alicia about my diarrhea - whoops, I meant dilemma (it was a misprint, I swear!) - and she just told me I'd have to work through it. We change partners next week, anyway.
Darn, that reminds me. I have that stupid Potions paper due next week. I've only got 12 of the 30 minimal feet written, and that includes the works cited foot. Freakin'-A! There's Quidditch practice everyday this week, too. When will I have time?
And another thing: Oliver Wood sat next to me during lunch today. I'm beginning to think he wants something from me. But what? I already lent him my Magical Creatures notes.
Class just ended. I'll write more later.
(Note taped into diary)
This sucks. We have practice again!
Oh, I know. I could be writing my Potions paper with those extra hours.
Or sleep.
Totally.
Well, at least you have Oliver wrapped around your little finger. The rest of us don't have that luxury.
What are you talking about?
Are you serious? You haven't noticed how Oliver pays you so much attention?
Yeah. It's because I suck so bad and he's trying to make me better.
Geez! Katie, Oliver likes you!
No.
Yes.
No way! Not possible.
Katie, yes. He sits next to you at lunch, he borrows your notes, and he has you constantly stay after for "private" lessons.
Okay, 1.) Oliver Wood just needs somewhere to sit, like the rest of us, 2.) he needed those notes for the test coming up, and 3.) those are "extra" lessons. Like I said, I've been terrible lately and need the help - and "private" lessons sounds dirty, we are practicing!
Katie, you are in total denial.
Am not.
Are too.
Am not.
Are too! You're proving it right now.
Am not!
Forget it. Just notice how he acts towards you in practice. Then we'll talk.
(End of note)
5:00 pm
Dear Diary,
Alicia is totally taking one of those muggle drugs. There is no way Oliver Wood likes me. No - way.
I kept my eyes open, like she said, and Oliver Wood looked at me the same as everyone else - except when he caught me looking at him, then he gave me this "why are you looking at me?" look, so I stopped.
Our "extra" lessons were cancelled today, because he said he had to study for the Magical Creatures test. (In your FACE, Alicia!)
I talked with her in my room after practice. She was still adamant about the Oliver Wood issue. In fact, it gained some importance, even.
"He loves you!"
"Oh my gosh, Alicia! Are you dense? We're barely friends."
"Don't give me that hogwash." She gasped. "You like him, too! That's why you don't want to admit his love!"
I rolled my eyes. "Alicia, you are so far in right field-"
"No, you like him! I can sense it."
"Okay, Miss Cleo," I rebutted.
"Are you telling me you don't find Oliver Wood attractive?"
"Oh, hell yes. He's a hottie, but not boyfriend material. He's in love with Quidditch. I don't think he's even heterosexual, anymore."
"Are you saying Johnathan was boyfriend material?"
"Hey, that's over. Although I admit, he was better scarf material than boyfriend."
"Okay, but Oliver is way better. Sure, he's crazy about Quidditch, but you aren't?"
"No."
"Well, can't you get past that in the name of love?"
I paused to fully comprehend her statement.
"Are you playing matchmaker ore something?"
Alicia turned red and dropped the subject. I'm beginning to suspect some foul play - and I'm not talking about my Quidditch socks.
Friday, November 10
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Dear Diary,
I'm very excited/nervous about the game today. I can't even write...
Eek! I'll have to write later.
11:24 pm
Hospital Wing
Dear Diary,
Alicia was right! Oliver Wood likes me! I'm just- I can't- Oh my gosh! Oliver Wood likes me - ME!
I can't breathe.
I need to calm down.
Okay. Pink fluffy bunnies, Dominoes Pizza, Snape in a Spiderman outfit - okay, I'm good.
Let me explain.
We lost the game against Ravenclaw. Our team had racked up 160 points against Ravenclaw's 10, when, out of the blue, a green devil on a broom whips past Oliver Wood by a hair - I swear, it was so close. Now, the game was 160-20 and we were still in the lead, but if Ravenclaw caught the snitch at this point, we would lose - and after 160 points worth without the snitch! Of course, as luck would have it, the Ravenclaw seeker grabbed hold of that golden bugger before our Harry, ending the game 170-160, them.
Oliver Wood was seriously angry, but he didn't show it. You just... knew it. Harry was upset, too. What am I saying? The whole team was upset. We shouldn't have lost to Ravenclaw. We just shouldn't have. It's like pigs flying, it doesn't happen - whoops, I guess I've seen it done here - but, this just doesn't.
Anyway, everyone had showered, gone to their rooms, etc., when it occurred to me - where was Oliver Wood?
I went back to the locker room and saw a red and gold heap on the floor - our captain.
"Hey." I sat down across from him. "Are you okay?"
"Did we lose?"
I thought about lying to him, but that could create more practice, so I just stayed silent.
"Then I am not okay."
I sighed and looked around the room. Hmm... dented locker - I looked at him - broken hand... I see... Broken Hand!
I gasped and reached for his hand. "Your hand!"
"Eh," he muttered, quickly pulling his arm away from me and bumped his elbow into the cement wall. "Ow!"
We paused for a moment, then laughed at the patheticness of the situation - well, that's what I was laughing at. I hope he wasn't laughing at the zit I was developing under my chin. Gasp! What if he was!
"I'm sorry, Katie," he said, quietly, lifting his head up, "I'm not being a very good sport, am I?"
"It's okay. We all get down about things sometimes."
He scoffed. "I can't believe I missed that bloody quaffel. It's the biggest ball out there!"
He proceeded to pound his head against the wall.
"Stop! Stop!" I held his head straight by grabbing his nose so he'd stop pounding it - his head, I mean. "It's not your fault. If you're going to blame anyone, it's Harry."
"Katie!" Although it sounded more like, "Kadee" because I was still holding his nose.
"Oh, you don't think Harry could've caught the snitch first? And what about me? I missed a crucial pass that could've put us at 160 before them. Actually, I missed that pass because a bludger whipped right past my head. Fred didn't make it over to me fast enough so let's blame him. Actually, maybe that was George. Oh, who cares? Let's blame them both for being twins."
After I finished ranting - and let go of his nose - Oliver Wood grinned that cute little grin of his and said, "You're right, Katie. It's a team game and I can't individualize it like that."
"What? I just meant we all sucked. But now that you mention it, it is important to realize it's not about losing - it's about losing as a team."
He chuckled. "I'll have to add that into my next pep talk."
"Oh, yeah, that'll earn us a cup."
We just sat in silence for a while. It felt like I was in a library - I couldn't say anything unless I was asking for a book.
Ooh! That reminds me, I have to get my Charms textbook back from Fred. Sorry, that was off-track.
I finally decided to break the tension, "So, let's get that hand fixed. You'll need it for practice tomorrow." (I'm still kicking myself for saying that, by the way.)
I stood and helped him up. He was smiling from ear to ear. (I totally didn't get why at that time but I totally get it now.)
We walked down to the hospital wing and had Madame Pomfrey repair Oliver Wood's hand. I guess he didn't damage it too bad, but enough that he shouldn't use it tomorrow - I smell freedom!
We went back to Gryffindor tower. Just outside the door, he stopped me.
"Katie, I really appreciate you... helping me out like this."
"Sure, what are friends for?" (For the record, I feel sooo stupid for saying that.)
He looked like he was going to say something, dropped it, then changed his mind again. "Katie, I don't want to be friends with you."
"Uh... okay. If that's how you feel, you know, whatever."
I turned to go but he took my hand.
"No, that's not what I mean. Katie..., I like you."
From behind me, I heard the fat lady go "ooh."
"Okay. I like you, too."
I was about to go again, but he kept holding me there.
"No, Katie. I LIKE you."
I stood there silently, clearly not getting it, so he leaned down and pecked me on the lips.
My eyes must have popped out of my skull. I could not believe he'd just kissed me. Oliver Wood just kissed me! I mean, sure, it was just a peck and his lips barely touched mine, but the meaning was totally there.
Several gasps were heard from the peanut gallery - a.k.a. the talking portraits.
"Do you understand, Katie?"
I blinked at him a few times. "Oliver Wood, you like me?"
He laughed. "Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?"
I guess it was because I blacked out at that point and the next thing I know, I'm in the hospital wing. I asked Madame Pomfrey what happened and she said, all she knew was Oliver Wood hauled me here over his shoulder like a bearskin rug and said I'd fainted.
Okay, Oliver Wood carried me, and that was sweet, but "like a bearskin rug"? Hasn't he ever seen Gone With the Wind? That's romantic. If we're going to start dating, he'll have to pick up on these things.
Ah! What am I saying!
Saturday, November 11
7:55 am
Dear Diary,
Did you know Draco has a skin condition and that's why he's so pale?
I was making my bed and preparing to leave when I see Draco with, like, 1000 zits on his face. He was rubbing this greenish-yellow cream that kinda resembled phlegm, into his skin. Then it just peeled off! It was disgusting! I felt like I was watching Animal Planet: A Day in the Life of a Snake.
Hey. I just got why that suits Draco so well. Heh heh. He's a little, puberty-stricken snake. Heh heh. Loser.
I went back to my room this morning. As I was walking through the halls, I got all these funny looks. I checked in the bathroom mirror but I didn't have anything on my face. I don't know why people keep staring at me like that. And they keep giggling. What's with that?
You know what George said? He said, "So, that's what those 'extra' lessons were for."
He obviously meant that really nice goal I made yesterday, so I thanked him and said, "Oliver Wood just thought I needed some extra practice. But I did score, so I guess it was worth it."
Fred, who was with him, of course, started laughing - and I think it was at me! What did I say? Was something on my teeth! I gotta go check!
8:02 am
Dear Diary,
Nothing in my teeth.
I have to write my Potions paper. Our topic is on the origins of moonshine. I figured it was the moon, but apparently it's some muggle drink. Maybe I'll sample some - you know, for my paper, of course. I better get to work on it. Later.
2:30 pm
Dear Diary,
Oh my gosh! Somehow word got out Oliver Wood kissed me! Everyone is talking about it! That's why they're looking at me and whispering. I'm gossip!
It was the fat lady! I know it. She must have blabbed to the other paintings and students or something. Now, everyone thinks we're a couple! Even Marcus! Who yelled at me, I might add. He actually yelled at me, for supposedly cheating on him. Excuse me? We were going out? After that disaster of a date, I thought it was clear we were over. I mean, we soaked each other in an icy pool after battling with giant Q-tips. Does that sound like the start of a great relationship? I don't think so. At least we're not project partners anymore.
My other problem is Oliver Wood. I mean, I like him and everything, but he's my captain. If we go out and the same thing happens with him that happened with Jonathan, I can kiss my Quidditch career good-bye. He can bench me for the rest of the season if he wants to.
I don't know what to do.
I'm gonna go ask Alicia.
Saturday Night
Dear Diary,
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!
I love that song. That peanuts commercial with that dancing peanut and this song is the best commercial ever. I still have to put it on my I-Pod.
So, I talked to Alicia and she says I should go for it. (Go for what? This is a relationship, not a donut.) Fred/George was with us and warned me not to get too clingy again and drive him away. They also asked me to get Oliver Wood to cancel morning practices. As if. I'm not even sure we're officially a couple. But their first comment has me worried.
What if I'm too clingy? I mean, I totally have a problem. The other day I found myself washing John's laundry! I did that when we were going out, but now that we've broken up, I should not be doing that! Alicia said I shouldn't have done that then, either - but, whatever. That is not the issue here. The issue is... oh, shoot! I forgot again!
Oh, right - I can't be clingy. So, what I'll do is just keep Oliver Wood at a distance. Then he won't find me too clingy because I can't be clingy if I'm not even next to him! This is a super good idea. I'm gonna try it out tonight.
Oliver Wood wants to take me to a Quidditch game tonight. (That guy just can't get away from that freaking game.) We're going to meet in the common room in, like, 2 minutes so I should probably go now. I'll report back later.
Midnight
Dear Diary,
Oh my gosh! I just realized what I told Fred! I can't believe I said that! I'm going to suffocate myself with my pillow, now.
Sunday, November 12
11:37 am
Dear Diary,
Ahhhhhh... Oliver Wood is so cute. I thought he was going to take me to some knock 'em, sock 'em semi-pro game, but he took me to a little league Quidditch game. All these little witches and wizards were playing. It was so adorable! There was even this little Asian boy who was so cute I wanted to kidnap him - but I didn't, you know, just in case anyone asks.
After the game, Oliver Wood took me to the same carnival Marcus did, only this time there was no fighting. We went on the rollercoasters and the free fall ride, like, a million times. It was so fun. And he won me a super-soft, pink bunny at the shooting gallery - way better than that blue teddy bear, I bought from Marcus. Then, to top it off, we rode the Ferris Wheel, which was so romantic. I felt like Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed, er, except I have - although not by Michael Vartan, ow, ow.
By far, Oliver Wood is the best boyfriend ever. He beats the heck out of Marcus and Johathan. And, by the way, Oliver Wood is a cool whole name and should, therefore, be said as a whole. Unlike John and Marc - as I will now refer to him as.
Oh no! I totally forgot about the whole "keep a distance from O.W." thing. Now he's going to think I'm clingy! I have to remember this time. I must remember. Remember, remember, remember, remember...
11:50 am
What was I trying to remember? Oh, yeah. Got it.
6:25 pm
Hospital Wing - again
Dear Diary,
So, I was finishing up my Potions paper (I am finally finished!), when Harry walks in and asks me how everything is going with Oliver Wood. I told him everything was going fine, but it's only been, like, two days. He gave me this expression that I don't know what to make of. Happy? Concerned? Constipated? I have no idea.
You know, I think Harry might be gay. I mean, it's totally there. He's very sensitive. He's constantly surrounded by guys - Ron, Draco, Hermione. And he never had a father figure - 73 of homosexuals grew up without a dad. (A/N: Not an actual statistic.) Plus, why was he asking me about Oliver Wood? Does he like him? Does he see me as a threat? He should. I'm the girl! Although, like I said before, Oliver Wood's sexuality is kind of iffy sometimes.
Wow. You know what? I think I've been watching too many soap operas. Next thing you know, I'll be claiming Fred isn't George's brother, it's his clone, He-Who-Isn't-Named is really Harry Potter's father, Percy was once a woman - which I've already had some suspicions about.
Geez, I got way off topic again. I was going to write about my failed plan to keep my distance before I got side-tracked by Harry's sexuality and dramatic plot twists. Anyway, Oliver Wood bumps into me just as I was leaving the library. He said he was rescheduling practice for 5:30 instead of 4:00. I said, okay and was about to go on my way, but he wasn't done talking to me.
"Are you heading back to the Gryffindor common room?"
"Yep. I'm done with my homework for the weekend."
"Great. I'm heading there, too. I've got to tell Fred and George about the rescheduling."
So, we started walking beside each other down the hall. I remembered the "non-clingy" oath to myself and moved away from Oliver Wood. He seemed slightly confused, then moved with me. So, I quickened my pace, but he quickened his as well! I broke out in a sprint and he followed me, matching my speed.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Don't you want to walk with me?"
"Of course."
"Then why are you running?"
"I'm not... running." It was getting harder to breathe.
He stopped and I turned to face him as I was still running. Big mistake. I heard him yell, "Stop!" but not early enough to prevent my head-on collision with the concrete wall at the end of the hallway. I must have blacked out again, because the next thing I know, I'm in the same cot as last time and Madame Pomfrey is hovering over my face.
She's not ugly, but seeing her face right in mine scared the daylights out of me and I instinctively sat up. We bonked heads and I was painfully aware of the giant egg bulging from my forehead. She was well aware of it too, since it nearly knocked her eye out. I quickly apologized then collapsed back onto the bed due to the extreme headache I was suffering from.
Someone said, "Is she okay?"
I looked over to see who it was - two Oliver Woods! I almost passed out. I mean, one was bad enough, but to have two on your case about your broomstick maneuvering was enough to make a grown man cry. Although, in their defense, they were both really hot and I felt my brain swimming in thoughts of Oliver Woods.
Madame Pomfrey made me swallow something that tasted like broiled rat - which I now know the taste of, thanks to Marc - but it made me feel instantly better. Except I was a little upset to see the other Oliver Wood disappear.
"Katie? How do you feel?"
"I feel like I ran into a wall."
Madame Pomfrey gave me this, "oh, you" kind of look and walked off. Then it was just Oliver Wood and I - hey, that could be a movie title.
"Does it hurt anymore?"
"No. I've got a hard head."
Oliver Wood sighed. "Don't you like me, Katie?"
"Of course! You're the best boyfriend I've ever had."
He smiled briefly, then looked concerned again. "Then why were you running from me?"
"I wasn't-"
He can do a really good Frau look when he wants to, and that's what he was doing right then.
"Okay, I just wanted to give you some space."
"I had plenty of space."
"You say that now, but later you'll be all, 'I don't like you anymore because you're too clingy and wouldn't give me enough space.' And I'll be all, 'I did too, but you said you had plenty of space.' 'Well, now you're over-crowding me.' 'Am not.' 'Are too.' 'Am not.' 'Are-' "
"Okay, I get the point." He paused. "You know, I'm not Johnathan."
"Well, duh. You're Oliver Wood." I stopped to consider this. "Oh, right. You meant metaphorically."
He smiled - so cute! "Katie, I'm going to come back when you're feeling better. You're excused from practice today."
"Oh, yeah. What time is it?"
He checked his watch - him and his silly muggle fascination. "6:52."
"Oliver Wood, did you miss practice!"
He smiled and got up. "I couldn't just leave you in the hallway. I'll need you for our scrimmage, Thursday." He walked off. "Get better."
"Thanks," I muttered, barely audible.
Oliver Wood missed practice for me! Oh my gosh! This relationship really is getting serious - and in only two days! This is amazing. I can't stop smiling. Ha ha. Too bad, Harry Potter. Oliver Wood is so mine.
Monday, November 13
Arithmacy
Dear Diary,
I told Alicia about how Oliver Wood skipped practice for me. I couldn't help but gush over how he loves me, etc., and I think I added some details that didn't actually happen, but she just looked at me really disgusted and walked away.
Excuse me? Best friend, I was talking to you. Whatever. She obviously has some sorta bug up her butt. If I paid more attention in Magical Creatures I'd probably know what kind.
So, anyway, Oliver wants to play chess with me later on. I've never played chess before. I'm super excited! They've got all those cool names, like, um... King, Queen, Pope, Joker, Castle-guy... hmmm... you know, I don't think that's entirely right. It doesn't matter though. I'm sure Oliver Wood will know. He'll tell me tonight.
Whoops. Did Professor McGonagall just ask me something? Gotta go.
Potions
Dear Diary,
I finally turned in my paper! Freedom! It was about 6 feet short and I forgot to write the works cited foot, but I'm sure that won't be too damaging on my grade. I mean, it was just what lists all the sources I used so I won't get sued for plagiarizing. I highly doubt it will be that big of a deal.
Only 5 hours until Oliver Wood and I play chess! I've gotta go find some dice.
9:44 pm
Dear Diary,
Did you know you don't play chess with dice? I totally did not know that. I brought my bright pink, mega-lucky, nine-sided dice, and Oliver Wood was like, "Great! You brought the dice!"
So, we were playing for at least half an hour, when Ron Weasley comes up and said, "What are doing? You don't play chess with dice."
I really wish he hadn't come right then because I was totally winning - I rolled 3 eights in a row! Oliver Wood asked him how to play and - oh my gosh! - chess is really hard! You have to remember how all the little pieces move and you can only take out some of your opponent's... short thingies by moving it a certain way - I think. I am so confused. Chess was not fun. (Especially after Oliver Wood beat me three times - at least, I think he did. Can you jump the queen?)
Anyway, I'm just going to stick with games that actually include dice - like Monopoly and Scrabble.
So, how'd you like it so far? Feel free to review - but nothing from Napoleon! I'm serious, that is one, mean dead guy.
Strewwel Peter is a creepy guy from German-children stories - just so you know.
Thanks for reading. : )
