Disclaimer: See previous chapter.
Well, chapter 2 is finally up. It took longer than I thought. Sorry.
In case you were wondering, this is a fan fic so even if Katie Bell isn't necessarily this ditzy - but since she's fiction I'm not sure howone would prove that -it would ruin the story by portraying her as otherwise. Sorry if I was rude, just thought I throw that out there, though.
Enjoy the chapter. There will be more... unfortunately - writing really zaps your time, you know?
THE BELL DIARIES
CHAPTER II
Tuesday, November 14
Magical Creatures
Dear Diary,
I think Alicia's pregnant. Nothing else could explain her irrational, crabby attitude.
I mean, last night, before I was going to bed, Oliver Wood kissed me goodnight and she totally flipped making comments like, "Get a room," and "Gross!" and "Buy me a pizza." Although, I think that last comment was made by Fred or George.
What's her problem? What am I doing that annoys her so much? Wait. What am I talking about? It's not me - it's totally her.
Geez, why'd she have to get all pregnant and crabby?
Transfiguration
Dear Diary,
It just occurred to me - who could be the father? Alicia hasn't been dating anyone except that Peter guy and he's ugly so I really doubt it's him.
GASP! What if it's Fred or George? She might have a little red-haired boy pulling pranks and making clones leading to the reign of the Dark Side and the destruction of the Federation.
Oops. That last part was Star Wars.
But still, Alicia isn't the Virgin Mary. Somebody must have impregnated her. But who...?
Potions
Dear Diary,
It was Marcus Flint! (Ew...) I was spying on her in Transfiguration and she totally gave him that "You're the one who did this to me, jerk face" kind of look.
Of course, that also may have been because of the Go-gurt he spilled on her robes. I'm still suspicious though.
She yelled at me again in the hallway, spouting some nonsense about cheating and string, but I don't know how you'd cheat at anything with string.
She is so obviously cracked. That can't be healthy for the baby.
Still in Potions
Dear Diary,
My curiosity is killing me! Who is her baby's daddy? Would Maury help?
Maybe I should just ask her.
Dark Arts
Dear Diary,
Alicia and I had a nice, long conversation in lunch and now I understand everything - no thanks to Maury. That guy needs better service. I kept getting a computer asking me to hold then "Uptown Girl" played in the background. I never would have pegged Maury as a Billy Joel fan.
1.) Alicia is not pregnant. She fell out of her chair when I asked her - and I admit it, I laughed. She said she was really moody because Peter just broke up with her.
2.) She was mad at me because Peter claimed I had "strung him along" - that's what she meant by cheating with string! - and that's why he broke up with her. Because he loved me.
Wow. That blew me away. I mean, I know I just streaked my hair and started using a blacker mascara, but I totally did not expect people to start falling in love with me right away. Wicked.
3.) Alicia was also upset every time she saw me with Oliver Wood because of what I'd supposedly done behind his back - which is play "patty-cake" with half the 6th year boys.
That was a total lie. I don't even like patty-cake. French toast is way better - especially with maple syrup and butter. Mmm...
So, I'm going to get to the bottom of this and find out who is spreading these heinous rumors. Well, right after I find out if Brad really loves Amber or is just marrying her for the million dollars she recently inherited after the suspicious death of her possibly not biological, Nazi father in CBE's One Life to Give.
5:50 pm
Dear Diary,
I told Oliver Wood what's going on and he said he'd ask around.
What a sweetie. How many guys do you know that look killer in a tangerine Speedo and will seek out the culprit who muddied the reputation of the girl he lo- ... likes a lot?
Not many, I tell you. That's why I'm going to use him for all he's worth. Bwahahaha.
I'm just kidding. I had him do my Magical Creatures homework last night, but that was just once and I needed the help. (Who knew a Sphinx was a creature? I thought it was a haircut.)
Gotta go. Oliver Wood just came back - hopefully with some news.
7:03 pm
Dear Diary,
Peter was paid off by Marcus Flint! I knew ugly people weren't to be trusted.
(A/N: My apologizes to ugly people everywhere.)
Apparently, Marcus is still sore about me "breaking up with him" and wanted pay back so he conned Draco into giving him money then paid Peter to break-up with Alicia and tell her it was because he loved me! What a scumbag - and rather cunning. I'm impressed in a very upset and horrified kind of way.
And, as if that wasn't bad enough, Marcus also told people about my supposed relations with the upperclassmen.
That totally explains the girls' dirty looks and the guys' passing me their dorm numbers. I just thought they were meant for someone else so I kept passing them along.
When will Marcus stop? It is so clear by now that I am dating Oliver Wood and don't even like Marcus. (And "break up"? There was never anything to break!)
Oliver Wood was really angry. He looked like he might blow a gasket - I don't know what that is but I've heard Harry Potter use it a couple of times.
I guess if anything good could've come out of this, it would be seeing my beau all upset over my welfare.
Except that he was partly upset over the new brooms Slytherin had purchased leaving his Nimbus in the dust. But I'm sure he was mostly upset over me - mostly.
I've gotta come up with a way to get back at Marc. But how…?
You know, I should just ask Fred and George. They're good at this kind of thing.
Wednesday, November 15
Transfiguration
Dear Diary,
I asked Fred and George at breakfast what I could do to get back at Marcus. They mentioned several different suggestions but they got so involved with talking about it, I think they forgot I was there.
That's fine, though. I decided to just employ them - like Marcus did Peter - and told them to do whatever they thought best.
This is a perfect plan. And I don't even have to worry about it back-firing because this is Fred and George we're talking about. They are totally trust-worthy.
History of Magic
Dear Diary,
A few minutes ago, Draco asked me if Oliver Wood has gotten to third base yet. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I didn't want to look like a fool so I said yes.
I mean, he probably has. Oliver Wood is very good at sports, after all.
But then, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle started laughing at me. I must be developing a zit or something. I'll have to use some of that Noxzema stuff I saw Darth Vader advertise.
Fred and George won't tell me their plan. They say they want it to be a surprise for everyone - including me. I guess that's okay. I mean, I employed them so it'd be stupid of them to embarrass me - I'm paying them 20 Knuts for goodness' sakes!
Besides, I like surprises.
10:20 pm
Dear Diary,
I hate surprises.
I'm so embarrassed I don't think I can ever show my face again - and it wasn't even my face shown in the first place! Not my real face, I mean.
So, I let Fred and George go through with their plan to discredit/destroy Marcus, even without me knowing what the plan specifically, or even slightly, was - because, oh man, this would not have happened if I did.
After practice today, I was studying in my room for the big Transfiguration test I have tomorrow - which is what I'm guessing Marcus was doing too - when someone locks me in! I didn't even know there was a lock on that door!
I tried everything to get it open - spells, charms, running at it with a 2 x 4 - everything! Then I heard Fred say, "Keep it down! We put some extendable ears in your room so you could still listen in on all the fun."
I looked around and, sure enough, a pair of extendable ears was lying on my nightstand. (Were they there before?)
"We'll be two floors below you," George said.
"In the Great Hall," Fred chimed in.
I put on the ears and allowed them to drop down two floors. I listened intently. Less than 5 minutes passed and I heard Fred and George yelling at each other - except it didn't sound quite like Fred and George. It actually kind of sounded like Fred and George impersonating Marcus - and me!
"It is so over between us, Marcus!"
"No! I love you, Katie, and I'll never let go!"
"Freaking-A, we're not in the Titanic."
"But Katie, I spread those rumors about you sleeping with the sixth years so we would be together!"
"Gasp! You spread those rumors!"
"Yes! And I paid Peter to break up with your best friend by claiming he loved you!"
"No way! That was you, too!"
"Yes! I admit it! And I'd do it again!"
"Forget it! I love Oliver Wood, now! So, back off!"
Well, everything was going fine up to then - as fine as one could expect from Fred and George, anyway. I would've been okay with them stopping right there, but no, they had to take it one step further.
"But you're pregnant with my baby!"
I heard several gasps over my own screams.
"It doesn't matter! Oliver Wood and I will raise it!"
"Fine! That's it! We're through! Hear that! Through! And I'm not paying child support!"
I heard him stalk away followed by heavy weeping - I think it was me - not real me, but, you know, other, pregnant me.
"Marcus Flint is a jerk! I don't want his baby!" Another loud sob. "I'm having an abortion!" I heard myself running up the stairs, trip, then start running again.
Okay, so I'd been coping pretty well up until that point, but I couldn't help but to pound my head against the floor.
I knew Fred and George kept a spare cauldron of polyjuice in their closet for a rainy day, but I never thought they'd use it on me! I mean, I was their friend. I helped them with their homework practice... I paid them! What are they thinking ruining me like this!
They're supposed to meet with me in an hour - must be so the polyjuice can wear off. I'll write more then.
Midnight
Dear Diary,
You would not believe Fred and George's explanation. They said that by saying I'm pregnant and Marcus refusing to pay child-support, I'll get all the benefits of being pitied.
Yeah, right. And all the humiliation of being impregnated by Marcus Flint!
And what about Oliver Wood? He's knocked on my door six times tonight but I couldn't face him so I told him to go away. If he didn't believe it before, he probably believes it now - you know, that I'm pregnant. I mean, I'm not - people just think I am.
(And by Marcus Flint! Gross!)
I demanded that Fred and George fix this. I am not going to be thought of as a teen mother - or a non-teen mother due to an abortion.
I thought it was such a good idea to ask Fred and George to help me out. How did this back-fire?
Thursday, November 16
Breakfast
Dear Diary,
I tried to skip all my classes today, but Alicia pulled me out of bed muttering something about "a good education" and "providing for my child."
I tried to explain to her I was not pregnant, and she said she believed me, but she still looked at me like I was about to exhale and expose my melon-sized belly.
Now, at breakfast, everyone is staring at me! It's completely silent except for the sound of me writing here in my diary!
And Oliver Wood is not sitting by me. I asked around but everyone says he felt sick this morning and was staying in his room.
Is he mad at me? Does he hate me? Should I go talk to him or will he give me the same treatment I gave him?
This silence is killing me! I've had it. I have to say it, diary, and then I'm talking to Oliver Wood whether he'll speak to me or not!
Outside O.W.'s door
Dear Diary,
That was horrible! I yelled out I wasn't pregnant to the entire student body - and the professors! I totally forgot they were there. Then I ran out of the hall, straight to Oliver Wood's door.
He hasn't let me in yet and I've been here for almost 20 minutes.
I guess I should knock.
But I'm scared he'll break up with me. I know I haven't been a very good girlfriend the past couple days - so, our whole relationship, I guess - but he's a really good boyfriend and I don't want to lose him.
Oh my gosh, diary, I think I might lo-
Hogsmeade
Dear Diary,
Oliver Wood and I are cutting class! It's so romantic.
You see, as I was writing in my diary, Oliver Wood opened his door to go to class, but when he saw me - actually, I fell on his feet because I was leaning on the door when he opened it - he said we should talk. And so, we did.
We talked about Marcus, and what Fred and George portrayed as Marcus and I, and my non-pregnancy, and even our relationship - like if we're technically boyfriend/girlfriend. I mean, I didn't want to start referring to him like that and then find out it was just a couple dates, or something.
I explained that I don't like Marcus, much less carry his baby, paying Fred and George for payback, resulting in its backfire, and that I really, really like him - Oliver Wood, I mean.
(Oh, that thing I was going to write but didn't - well, I was freaking out so I take it back - except I didn't actually write it - so, I guess this little note is pointless. Please disregard everything after "Oh.")
So, now, Oliver Wood and I are on really good ground. Not physically, but metaphorically. I mean, I'm sure we're on good ground physically, too. We're not falling through the floor or anything.
He said he didn't want to deal with the likely gossip we'd have to encounter so we should just take the day off. And so, here we are, in Hogsmeade, sipping butterbeer and munching on French toast.
Oh, he's coming back with the maple syrup. Gotta go!
Potions
Dear Diary,
We came back in time for Potions - yay. (FYI: I was being sarcastic.) We were each docked 20 points from Gryffindor and given a week's worth of detention for skipping classes, but it was so worth it.
After we ate, we played a little one-on-one Quidditch. It was a lot fun. We only came back because he remembered our practice would be cancelled if the captain didn't show up for classes today. (And that would be a tragedy - FYI: Sarcasm again.)
I'm thinking about taking back my earlier take-back. You know, the L-word.
Wait. Not like the TV show. The other L-word.
Arithmacy
Dear Diary,
A group of girls just approached me about getting an abortion. They informed me there are other options out there and that an abortion is homicide and that they'd kill me if I killed my baby. I don't have a baby! What am I going to do in 9 months when I don't give birth?
They won't believe that I was never pregnant. And they laughed when I said I was a virgin. I am! Why's that so hard to believe!
You know, it just occurred to me, I wonder how Marcus is taking all this.
7:56 pm
After dinner/supper
Dear Diary,
Marcus was egged! He was leaving the Slytherin common room when this group of students threw 2 dozen raw eggs at him!
It was the same group that gave me a care basket full of baby clothes and fruit. How do these busybodies work so fast? I gotta get one to do my homework.
Back to Marcus, apparently he's allergic to eggs because his face puffed up like a squirrel ready to hibernate - a really ugly squirrel.
He ran off, covering his face. I know from experience it's a bad idea to run without looking, and now, so does Marcus. He was chased straight into a wall where he dropped into a lumpy, bloated heap.
I have to admit, even if he did spread dirty rumors about me and devised a plan to make Alicia end our friendship through lies and money, I felt a little sorry for him. I mean, he did just get put into an allergic reaction and humiliated himself by running into a wall.
I guess I got my revenge. It's not as satisfying as I'd originally thought it would be. I guess that's because everyone still thinks I'm pregnant.
Friday, November 17
Charms
Dear Diary,
Harry Potter doesn't have a crush on Oliver Wood - he has a crush on me!
I guess that means he's not gay. (Whoops.) I just thought that since he was acting so weird around Oliver Wood and I - and Oliver Wood being so hot - I figured Harry must be gay.
Well, now I'm faced with a major dilemma: Harry Potter likes me and I totally do not like him - you know, that way. I like Oliver Wood that way. Harry Potter just doesn't compare.
Oh my gosh! It just occurred to me that this could turn into another Marcus-situation. I do not need that right now. People are still giving me Planned Parenthood pamphlets.
I suppose I could just wait it out and hope it'll all blow over. I'm sure it will eventually.
Lunch
Dear Diary,
Eventually is not soon enough. Now that Harry knows I know about his crush on me, it's like he's decided to go all out with it.
After Divination this morning, Harry ambushed me with a bouquet of lilies while Oliver Wood was standing right there! I mean, lilies are my favorite flower but it's creepy that he knew that.
Trelawney did mention something about seeing the face of the devil in my tea leaves. Did she mean Harry? With those binoculars he's always wearing, I don't think I would call him "devilish."
It was sweet in a eerie, stalker kind of way - the flowers, I mean - but then he had to go and ruin it by saying, "Katie, I don't care if you're pregnant with another man's baby. I'll raise it like my own if you'll just give me the chance."
He said this really loud, like it was more romantic that way or something, so everyone stopped and stared at us.
I did the only sensible thing - I dropped my flowers and slapped him. It was a good solid slap, too. It's still echoing the corridor as I write this. Oliver Wood pulled me away before I could do more damage, which is good because I would've regretted it. I already regret slapping him.
Poor Harry. He did embarrass me, but he is just a third year kid with a totally understandable crush on an attractive upperclassman. I really shouldn't have hit him like that.
Geez, I hope he doesn't cry.
Divination
Dear Diary,
After I wrote in you last, Oliver Wood sat by me in lunch and we started discussing what we should do for our date tonight.
Harry Potter showed up and started insulting Oliver Wood in an attempt to convince me he was a better choice - he was "the boy who lived", etc. (Bunch of Quatsch if you ask me.)
Anyway, Oliver Wood was handling it like a gentleman - actually, he seemed so shell-shocked by Harry's spontaneous bashing that he just wasn't doing anything. But then, Harry had insult Oliver Wood's mother, calling her fat and stuff.
Now, I've seen pictures of Oliver Wood's mom in the 80s and she was pretty chunky, but after unsuccessful diets followed by numerous liposuctions, she was looking pretty healthy today, but she was still really sensitive about her weight - and her son was even more so. It was just a bad idea to call Oliver Wood's mom fat. Just a really bad idea.
"Your mom is so fat, she has more chins that a chinese phone book. Your mom is so fat, when she went to school, she sat next to everybody. Your mom is so fat, she- Ah!"
Oliver Wood punched Harry in the face. He would've done more if I hadn't stepped in.
"Stop, Oliver Wood! He's just a dumb kid."
"You heard what he said about my mother. You stupid nugget!" (A/N: "Nugget" means someone who isn't very clever, in scottish.)
I held him back allowing Harry enough time to get away. Once Harry was out of sight and Oliver Wood stopped struggling, we let go - well, it took more than just me to hold him back for that long.
"Why are you sticking up for him!"
"Because I don't want you to kill him."
"Oh. So you like him now, is that it?"
"What? No. I like yo-"
"No, you don't! You like that 'famous boy wonder'! That 'amazing, first-year seeker'! That bloody Harry Potter!"
Then he stomped off leaving me at the table with the rest of the student body watching.
How embarrassing.
6:43 pm
Dear Diary,
Oliver Wood and I made up!
Thank goodness. I was so upset over him being mad at me. I've never had a boyfriend yell at me before. Well, unless you count Marcus, and I don't. I'll have to add that one to my "bad experiences" list - right under "ran into a cement wall."
He said he was sorry for punching Harry. I said I was sorry for stopping him. He said he was sorry for yelling at me. I said I had nothing else to apologize for so we reconciled with a hug.
Reconcile: to cause or cease hostility or opposition. Also see: pacify, propitiate, placate. (Oliver Wood got me a "Word of the Day" calendar as part of his apology! I'm already excited for tomorrow!)
It was an awkward practice that followed, though. Harry Potter kept "bumping" into me. So, Oliver Wood kept "bashing" into Harry. (You know, that really didn't need the quotation marks - he really bashed into him.)
I told him to stop, but he said it was an honest mistake. I'm not entirely sure if I believe him, but I let it slide.
Oliver Wood and I are hanging out tonight and he'll be here soon, so I better go.
Oh! That's him, now.
10:30 pm
Dear Diary,
Harry Potter crashed our date!
Okay, the flowers, proclamation of his love, and insulting of my boyfriend's mother was one thing, but when he interrupts my Oliver Wood-time, Harry Potter is clearly pushing his luck.
Oliver Wood and I were sitting on the staircase - out of sight, of course - throwing the fruit I got from my pregnancy care basket at passer-byers. We were having loads of fun watching our confused classmates running in circles, when Harry Potter shows up right behind us.
I was like, "Oh... uh... hi, Harry." And he was like, "Hello, my love." And Oliver Wood didn't say anything, just ground his teeth. (He should really stop doing that. I don't think I could kiss him knowing he was wearing dentures or something.)
"What are you guys up to?" Harry asked, rather ignorantly, I might add.
"We're on a date, so..."
"So, go away!" Oliver Wood finished for me.
Harry looked hurt. "You mean you don't want me here?"
"Well, it is our date." I gestured to Oliver Wood and myself.
Instead of walking away very defeated, as he should have, Harry looked angry and - dare I say it? - indignant!
"You can't shove me off, baby! I own you!"
This baffled me. I mean, I always thought Harry was a few cards short of a full deck, but this was the weirdest outburst I'd seen of him yet. I wasn't sure how to respond, so I didn't. Oliver Wood responded instead.
"What? That doesn't even make sense. Go find your own girlfriend, Harry."
"But I did! Katie's mine! We've been in love for months now! Before Jonathan even!"
"You're lying, Harry. Go away."
"No! I'm not!" He turned to me. "Katie, back me up here. Weren't we in love months ago?"
All eyes were on me - well, Harry's and Oliver Wood's anyway.
"Uh... Harry, I really never saw you as anything more than a friend... ever."
He looked so heartbroken at that moment. I was tempted to go over and hug him, but Oliver Wood was holding me back - as if I would be the one who needed holding back.
"But what about that time you asked me to help you with your flying?"
"I needed the help."
"You could've asked Oliver, but you asked me."
"You had the only Nimbus at the time."
I felt Oliver Wood's arms tighten when I said that. Sorry, Oliver Wood.
"What about the chocolates you gave me?"
"It was Halloween."
"You didn't give anyone else chocolates."
"I was out of Starburst."
"But the kiss! You must have meant that kiss!"
Again, Oliver Wood became somewhat stiff at the news of this.
"You dangled a mistle-toe in my face for, like, 10 minutes. I had to get to class."
That was kind of weird, now that I think about it. What was Harry Potter doing with mistle-toe in the middle of September?
"So, none of it ever meant anything to you?"
"Not in the way you're hoping."
Then he did the most remarkable thing. He started crying! Harry Potter was bawling his eyes out like a three-year old who's invisible, best friend was recently hit by a bus - hey, it happened. I saw it on the Lifetime Channel.
This made me feel really bad. I mean, I felt bad when I spent the night at Alicia's and while she was in the bathroom, I accidentally killed her cat by dropping a paper-weight on its head, so I hid the body in her closet so I wouldn't get in trouble, then she found it a week later and has since been borderline-phobic of closets and cats. I mean, I felt bad about that, but I felt really bad about Harry.
So, again, I had to open my big mouth - I just pitied the poor guy - and now I have a date with Harry Potter. To be honest, I'm not even sure how it happened, but the next thing I know, Harry is prancing down the staircase and Oliver Wood is looking very, very angry.
The way I'm running my life, I'll be dead by 18, I swear.
Saturday, November 18
Isomorphic: Different in ancestry but having the same form or apperance. Hmm... I did not know that.
11:30 am
Dear Diary,
I spoke with Oliver Wood and he forgives me. He's still really angry with me going through with it at all, but he forgives me. I don't blame him. I'm really mad at myself too. Things were going really great with my new, hot boyfriend, and what do I do? I decide to go out with a 13-year-old, pre-pubecent geek who has a nameless evil-doer after him and keeps writing to his dog, Snuffles. (I'm recommending him to the school's counselor about that last one).
Well, it won't be all bad. I agreed to have Oliver Wood be my undercover, security guard, just in case Harry tries anything. I doubt I'll need it but it seems to make Oliver Wood happier about the situation. Alicia, Fred and George will be "hanging around" too. I think they're only coming to watch the fireworks, though.
What have I gotten myself into? I just hope he doesn't take me to Chuck E. Cheese or anything.
10:20 pm
Hospital Wing
Dear Diary,
I just got back from my "date" with Harry. You can imagine how well it went considering I'm writing this in the hospital wing - again! Geez, if I'm not fainting or knocking heads with walls, I'm out on a date with the likelyhood of being rendered unconscious. I should really just get one of those wristbands - you know, like diabetics have: "Warning: May need medical assistance when flying, walking, breathing, etc."
Anyway, like with Marcus, it started out fine, Harry took me to this ritzy restaurant that just opened outside Hogwarts. (Weird place to stick a restaurant, if you ask me.)
He told me to order first, which I did - 8 oz. steak with potatoes and fruit juice (soda gives me gas). Harry order the same. It made me wonder about his reading ability. I mean, he didn't even look at the menu. Why else would he order the same as me unless he couldn't read?
After the waiter - who looked kinda like Michael Jackson when he was black - left, Harry tried starting a conversation with me. Unfortunately, all he wanted to talk about was some cartoon show - You-gee-oh! or something.
"Then Kaiba pulls out his third Blue Eyes, White Dragon card and fuses it with the other two! It becomes the blah, blah, blah..."
It was really boring. I had to keep splashing my face with drinking water just to stay awake. He must have sensed my lack of interest - probably when I almost fell asleep in my jalapeno poppers.
Harry tried to changed the subject. He asked me about the cute, silver bracelet I was wearing - which totally matched my black Rolf Loran evening gown and J.C. Sickle high-heels. I told him Oliver Wood got it for me that day we skipped class. My mistake was not stopping there. I talked about Oliver Wood for the next half hour, barely breathing in between. Why Harry let it carry on for so long, I don't know, but eventually he just got fed up and exploded at me!
He told me it was our date and I should stop talking about other date/datees because it was really tacky, etc. - which I would totally agree with, under normal circumstances, but seeing as how Oliver Wood was my boyfriend, I didn't think I was breaking any rules by talking about him, even on a date with another guy. Well, then he had to go and be all, "Oliver Wood is a jerk," and "Oliver Wood wears womens' clothing," and "Oliver Wood-."
That's as far as he got before Oliver Wood - in men's apparal, I might add - jumped out of the bushes and tackled Harry Potter, strangling the life from him. He was followed by Fred and George trying to pry him off and Alicia taking pictures for the Hogwarts yearbook.
"You've insulted me for the last time!"
"You're existance is an insult!"
"That's the lamest come-back I've ever heard!"
"You're mom's the lamest- Ah!"
"Help me, George! Oliver's getting stronger!"
"I am helping!"
"Stop! Stop!" I yelled, trying to break up the fight. Imagine my surprise when they actually listened to me. Fred and George let go of Oliver Wood, who refrained from beating up Harry, who felt his life no longer threatened and uncurled himself from the fetal position. They all seemed to look at me like I had more to say.
I didn't. "That's all I've got."
Oliver Wood didn't hesitate. I'd barely finished "-ot" when he drilled Harry Potter into the far wall with a left hook that would impress that guy Clint Eastwood played in Million Dollar Baby.
It was at this point that I blacked out. Fred and George said when Harry hit the wall, he set in motion a chain reaction that caused the chandelier over my head to fall onto my head. All I'm sure of is this splitting headache and shards of crystal that fall out of my hair every time I comb it.
Madame Pomfrey's turning out the lights now so I'll have to report more tomorrow.
Sunday, November 19
Consternate: to dismay, confuse, or terrify. I think I had this word confused with something else.
10:26 am
Dear Diary,
Oliver Wood visited me this morning. He said he felt really bad about the chandelier falling on my head, etc. He gave me this really nice silver-plated watch.
It has occurred to me that Oliver Wood has a lot of money. He's always buying me stuff. He told me has a job with above average pay, but... I don't know... what kind of job could he have that fits in between school hours and Quidditch practice and pays enought for a 90 galleon watch? (I checked the catalog.)
Could Oliver Wood be a gigolo! I mean, he's totally attractive enough. It would definitly explain the money and hours. Wow. I can't believe I'm dating a man-whore. He's probably slept with dozens of girls - girls from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff - gasp! - even Slytherin. He could be carrying STDs! What if he has AIDS! He did seem a little pale when I saw him earlier - like the skin color, not the bucket.
Poor Oliver Wood. I wonder how long he's had it. I wonder if Madame Pomfrey knows. Should I ask her? Probably not. Even if I did, there's no guarantee she'd give me an honest answer - because of that whole doctor/patient confidentiality thing.
I can't believe he hasn't told me yet. This is really something two people should discuss when they're in a relationship. I tell him every time I get just a blister, much less a terminal disease.
Whoa! Terminal! Oliver Wood is going to die! But he's so young, and our romance is just beginning. He can't leave me right now - we've got a Quidditch match in 4 days! Besides that, he's really hot. There just aren't many good-looking Englishmen - and even he's Scottish. But still, his death could seriously hurt England's population. I mean, women aren't exactly going to be vying for the attention of Crabbe or Goyle.
Oh! Alicia's come to help me back to our dorm. I don't think I should tell her about Oliver Wood just yet. I still need time to think.
12:16 am, no...pm, maybe...
A little after Noon
Dear Diary,
I may have let it slip that Oliver Wood has AIDS. I totally did not mean to, but Alicia saw the watch and I found myself telling her everything.
Can you believe it? She said I was just over-reacting.
"This is a serious matter, Alicia," I told her, "We have to assume the worst."
"We don't know for a fact that he has AIDS. We don't even know if he's a gigolo."
"But the signs!"
"What signs?"
"Excessive money, late nights, lately I can't understand half of what he's saying. It's like gibberish. He's clearly losing his mind."
"Okay, 1.) the money could be from anything. His job, his parents, his piggy-bank, etc. 2.) The late nights you can't be sure about because you don't even see him after 9 at night. 3.) He's Scottish. No one can understand half of what he's saying, because it is gibberish."
She had a valid point - well, a valid three points. But that really didn't solve my problem.
"What should I do?"
"Have you talked to him?"
"Yeah, right. He'd probably be mad at me for figuring it out. He's obviously keeping it from me for a reason."
"You're not even sure if he's keeping anything from you. You know what? If you don't talk to him, I will."
"Okay, just don't mention my name."
What a friend. I just hope she asks him soon. I have a Herbology exam to study for and Oliver Wood has my notes. I don't want to ask for them back if he's dying. That's so rude.
3:06 pm
Dear Diary,
I ran into Harry Potter a little while ago. Quite literally, actually.
I was chasing Fred - or maybe George - because he'd stolen my plush, white jumper - that I'd only taken off for a second - and he wouldn't give it back. Well, just as I was rounding a corner - BAM! - I took out Harry Potter. I swear, that kid has to have some sort of internal bleeding, by now, with people hitting/slapping/running into him, all the time.
I apologized and tried to dash off before I got myself caught in another date. But he said he wanted to tell me something important. He'd already declared his love, so I figured nothing was likely to top that.
"I'm not in love with you, anymore."
That took me by surprise. "Okay."
"I love someone else."
"Oh, yeah? Who?"
"Cho Chang, from Ravenclaw."
I knew he was gay! I wonder if this Cho guy is too. I bet they'd make a cute couple. If they ever hook up, I am so getting a picture.
"Oh. Well, I'm happy for you, Harry. It takes guts to come out of the closet."
He gave me a funny look and walked away.
Cute kid. He's a little weak in the intellect department, but he'll probably turn out alright.
6:50 pm
Dear Diary,
Somehow word got out that Oliver Wood is a gigolo with AIDS. It may have been Draco. He was in the hospital wing for another skin treatment this morning when I spoke with Alicia. He's a dirty rat. I wouldn't put it past him to spread it around school.
Oliver Wood doesn't know yet - about everyone else knowing, I mean. It would be awful if he didn't even know he had AIDS and then had to find out by some second-year, gossip girl. I can't imagine anyone taking that too well.
I asked Alicia if she's talked with him yet and she said she was being sarcastic! I have to go talk to him. Yeah, right. I'm sure that will go over really well, especially when I tell him the whole school knows.
Maybe if I just wait it out, the whole thing will blow over. (Don't judge me! I have a fear of confrontation.)
Monday, November 20
Divination
Peccant: 1.) sinning; guilty of moral offense. 2.) violating a rule; faulty; wrong. Yep, I'm definitely feeling some of that right now.
Dear Diary,
I am so stupid - so very, very stupid. I really regret not taking Alicia's advice and just talking to him. Maybe then he would eventually talk to me someday. As it is, I doubt he'll ever even look at me again.
Oliver Wood was late to breakfast this morning. I figured he was polishing his broom or something, but eventually he did show up and you could totally see the veins popping out of his forehead.
"Madame Hooch is suspending me from Quidditch until she has me tested for HIV. Apparently, someone has been spreading the rumor that I have AIDS. And Professor McGonagall gave me a week of detention because she heard I was selling myself for money. I'd love to get my hands around the neck of the hawfwit who's talking mince about me." (A/N: "Hawfwit" means a moron and "mince" means nonsense, in scottish.)
"Well, the school has to keep its students safe," Percy said, "They're only security measures."
"But I'm not a gigolo. And I don't have AIDS. It doesn't make any sense why someone would tell people that."
This is why I don't play cards - I simply can't hold a poker face. My lip started quivering, my eyes started watering, and my face started to scrunch up like Renee Zellweger trying to pout.
"Katie? What's wrong? Are you ill?"
I shook my head. "I'm so sorry, Oliver Wood. I'm sooo, so sorry."
"What are you talking about?"
I sobbed. "I didn't know. I just figured, you know, that since you bought me all that stuff that you had so much money... and the late nights... I didn't... I just assumed..." I whimpered and couldn't continue.
But I didn't have to. He understood my meaning by that point.
"You told people I had AIDS?"
I nodded.
"You told people I was a gigolo?"
I nodded.
It was difficult to see anything clearly through my tears, but it wasn't hard to notice Oliver Wood's face turn red with anger and his lips tighten into a thin line - you'd almost think he was related to McGonagall.
He mechanically got up and walked out. I followed after him, trying to apologize and pleading for his forgiveness. He finally stopped and turned to me. I thought this was my chance, but he pointed where I was standing and ordered, "Stay," then continued walking.
I obeyed. I figured I owed him that much.
How did this get so out of hand so fast? It never even occurred to me that the teachers would get involved. It never even occurred to me that they'd even find out unless Oliver Wood told them.
You know, I heard in Japan people commit suicide to reclaim lost honor. I think I might try that. The worst that could happen is I die - and that really wouldn't be so bad, right now.
Arithmacy
Dear Diary,
He must hate me. I know he does. This is just so upsetting. I'm a terrible person. I can see him, now, leaning over a piece of parchment with a quill in his hand...
"Oh, Katie Bell, how do I hate thee? Let me count the ways: 1.) you told people I had AIDS, 2.) you told people I was a gigolo, 3.) you're an idiot, 4.) you're fat, 5.) your hair is gross and you should wash it more, 6.) green is so not your color, so stop wearing it..."
Wait, that last part doesn't really sound like him. And it's definitely not improving my mood at all. Okay, inhale... exhale... think happy thoughts... chocolate, koala yummies, Percy dressed as Tinkerbell... Okay. Now, I'm okay.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm a terrible person! He wasn't selling himself. He wasn't even dying. I am so stupid! I don't think I can ever get over this. I hope Oliver Wood can. It would really suck if he never talked to me again. What about Quidditch! How will we cope? Oh, man... I am so getting benched.
Potions
Dear Diary,
We got our papers back today. I got a D! I can't believe it! I worked really hard on that paper. I even interviewed a real moonshiner! That paper was gold.
Well, I guess it was more bronze than gold. And the topic was actually the origin of moonstone, not moonshine. But I still think Snape just has it in for me. I mean, we did beat Slytherin the other night. He probably didn't even read my paper because he's holding a grudge, or something.
(Sigh). I really don't have the energy to complain. I'm still really upset over the Oliver Wood issue. On my way to class, I saw him in the hallway. I called out to him - and there's no way he didn't hear me with that mega-phone I borrowed from George - but he just kept walking.
I have to make it up to him. I have to convince him I'm sorry and I'm worth taking back. I don't know how, but I'm sure of one thing: Oliver Wood will lo- er, like me again.
I'll make it a winter project - like the food can drive last year.
Do you like the second chapter as much as the first? Or did I do a Hollywood and you're going to ignore it's existance? Feel free to review!
Thanks for reading.: )
