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And this chapter is hella long! Or at least I think so.
Sorry it took so long. The ending of the chapter is sooooo LAME but w.e, I just really wanted to get this updated.
Thanks for being patient.
CHAPTER 5 Adventures In The Owlery
Katie laid the quill down onto the desk, quietly rolling up her parchment and sealing it with a crest. She got up from the cherry wood chair and in course of walking towards her bed, she thunked her shin roughly on the table's leg.
"Ahahaha, paaaaiin", she cursed lightly, sure to not wake her dorm mates.
Should I wake them? Or should I wake Oliver? Wake friends? Or annoy Oliver? Wake friends? Or annoy Oliver?
Carefully, on tiptoe stealing, Katie winced as the door creaked on its un-oiled hinges, and entered the dorm room.
She knew which one was Oliver's immediately. Who else would have 7 posters of Quidditch around his bed? Not to mention the magazine sized one of some babe in a hot tub. But we'll leave that un-speculated.
Feeling a bit apprehensive, Katie stood by Oliver's bed, wondering if it was a good idea to wake him.
It's Friday morning, and 7 am. He won't mind. And as an after thought... this can be great revenge for those early Quidditch practices!
She slid the hangings open, with a foolish grin on her face. There was Oliver, with a stiff frown on his face, wearing a tight white T and plaid boxers. Katie made a note to tease him about that later.
Right before she reached to tap his shoulder, she acknowledged his toned biceps. He could sooo beat me to pulp...but I could sooo get revenge.
At last, reaching forward, she prodded her index into his shoulder, "Wake up Wood!"
Without warning, Oliver jolted up from his spot and with a painful hit Katie and Oliver's heads collided.
"INSERT CURSE WORD HERE", moaned Oliver.
"Holy Mother of BEEEEEP", growled Katie.
"What the hell is going on Bell?"
Katie frowned, trying to get her thoughts together, knowing that if he ever called her by last name, she was in deep shtick.
Without a comment, they both stomped out of the dorms, clutching their heads, to hold a peaceful conversation in the commons, or rather, an argument.
"What was that all about?" Oliver questioned through his groggy eyes and rough voice.
Katie looked sheepishly to him, immediately regretting her stupid, stupid idea.
"I've got to deliver a letter", she barely mumbled.
"And why would that concern-Oh", before Oliver could finish his sentence, he realized 2 things.
1. Katie was deathly paranoid of the school's Owlery, ever since she had accidentally been locked in there on her 2nd day of first year.
2. He was her slave. He would be escorting her. He had to attend to her.
Oliver looked at Katie wearily, tired of her charades, and yet even more tired to actually get mad at her.
Whipping out his wand, Oliver changed out of his pajamas and into day clothes by magic, with Katie following suit.
"Come on", he grumbled, and softly added, "I can't believe it's only the second day."
"It'll be really quick, I promise."
"Yea sure, sure", Oliver grumbled rubbing his eyes again as they walked down the 6th floor, towards the Owlery doors at the other side.
"After I'm done you can just go back to sleep."
"You know I can't go to sleep once I wake up."
Katie frowned, understanding it was true, but her shame was wearing off by now.
Simultaneously, they glanced out the windows in the hall.
Another rainy day, it would be. It was already quite cloudy, and a heavy humidity hung in the air.
Oliver's gaze landed on Katie, who was walking at least 2 steps ahead of him. For some un-known reason he could scarcely place, suddenly he felt good inside.
That's all. Just good.
Hey, maybe even great.
But it felt as if in the milli-second of gazing, he began to enjoy her presence. Maybe even want it.
Oliver's mouth stretched as he yawned, remembering his suppressed anger. As fast as the good feeling had come, it had fled away.
As Katie pulled open the door to the stairs of the Owlery, Wood glanced around the hallway reflexively. It was all quite empty and soundless, except for the peculiar wooshing of the leaves of the trees in the Forbidden Forest as the humid breeze swept by.
And then he a spotted it. It was just a very brief glimpse of something red and fuzzy sticking out of the tall vase to his left.
Oliver rubbed his eyes, but didn't look back because Katie had already left and he needed to get this escapade done and over with.
Katie carefully stepped over the rat skeletons and approached a dark brown barn owl. Her face portrayed her disgusted emotions. Who would enjoy the stink of owl excrement?
Wood leaned on the narrow window by the door as he watched her tie the letter to the owl's foot. As Katie turned around and smiled at Oliver when she was done, they heard a thump, then a click.
Both were frowning by now, and by the worry in Katie's eyes, Oliver could tell what was going on in her head. He frowned back and they stood still for a moment, awaiting another sound.
Nothing came, which worried the duo more.
Without warning, Katie suddenly bolted towards the small stairs that led down to the door outside, as Oliver followed hurriedly.
"We probably just imagined it."
"The both of us?"
"Maybe it was an owl."
"Wood shut up, you know very well what that sound was."
Katie grabbed the door knob and yanked as hard as she could.
It was hopelessly locked.
She kicked at the door.
Nothing happened.
"I AM GOING TO GET YOU TWO CADS IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"
Katie shouted fruitlessly as Oliver pulled her back and reached his hand into his pocket to retrieve his wand.
Of course, Fred and George Weasley had already though of that.
The spell they had cast had not only locked the door to the Owlery, but it had also taken away the trapped person's wand.
Quite clever, but Katie and Oliver would not have said this, since they were fuming to the brim with spite.
"This is not happening...this is so not happening...I'm still dreaming of course."
Muttering curses, Katie made her way up the stairs as Oliver stared at the door in agony.
Of all the days? Of all the times? Of all the people? It's Saturday, for Merlin's sake!
He stumbled back up the stairs, dragging his feet up and glaring at every brick that passed under his eye sight.
Katie was gazing shrewdly out the window; the weather seemed even gloomier then when they had come in.
The idea of shouting out the window for help fled in and out of his mind like a match, doused in hopelessness. Obviously, Fred and George would have thought of a charm to block sound from leaving the Owlery windows or door.
"Now what do we do?" Katie kicked aside stray owl pellets, droppings, and rat skeletons, and slumped down to the floor.
Oliver's chest burned in anger at their hopeless dilemma.
"I can't believe they're doing this. I can not believe they did this!" Katie continued grumbling as she flicked bits of straw with her fingers.
Oliver eyed the drowsy owls hooting pompously from the rafters. "Maybe we could send a letter for help?"
"We don't have paper", Katie growled, angrily hitting the wall behind her with her arm and grimacing at the pain that issued.
Oliver's gaze flickered over to Katie. It was peculiar to see someone he knew to be a righteous little ball of energy acting so royally pissed off. It was almost enlightening.
"Well, at least it's not a school day", Oliver said encouragingly. If it was possible, Katie seemed to glare even harder, "You'd rather waste a Saturday then a school day?"
Oliver faltered and sat down next to her. Long moments of silence passed between them. Each immersed in their own thoughts of trying to get out.
"Spoons", Katie murmured.
"What?"
"We could use spoons."
"And dig through brick?"
Katie rolled her eyes, "Well we could soil the brick then dig through it.
"How would we soil the bricks?"
"Spit, tears, and urine of course", Katie bit her tongue to prevent Oliver noticing her joke.
He winced, daring to ask again, "If we were able to soil the brick, where would we get the spoons to dig through it? Would you have a stash of spoons hidden in the vicinity that I don't know about?"
"I dunno. Who's asking?"
"We're going to be here for a while…aren't we?"
"Unless we could break off wood from the rafters and make wands out of them to get us out of here…yea."
Oliver grinned despite himself and let out a dramatic sigh. Comic relief was good in times like these.
"Did you know there's a 23 percent chance that in the vicinity of a bird you will get sharted on?"
"Sharted?" Oliver looked to Katie in bewilderment at the random, grotesque comment.
"Oh, just a cleaner version of the words 'shit on'. Anyway, can you imagine how much that 23 percent chance exponentially grows when we're in a room full of owls who've just come back from their nighttime wonderings, in which they were most likely hunting out rodents, and they are most definitely digesting right now?"
"Katie, what the hell are you getting at?"
"Oliver, I'm only telling you this to make you feel better. I just want you to know it could've very well been me, and you should just think that the chance of this happening was very high, so there's really nothing to be upset about."
"Katie", Oliver towered over Katie who was holding back a laugh.
"No need to get all menacing on me Captain! I was just telling you that the barn owl left shit on your shoulder."
Oliver craned his neck to see the white droppings oozing down his left shoulder. Eyes widening, he spastically thrashed around until the sweater was off, leaving him in a white t-shirt.
Katie was breathless with laughter, pounding the floor with her fist in earnest. Oliver looked at her in irritation, glanced back at his shit-stained sweater, and grinned. He walked over to Katie and wiped a bit of the white droppings onto her sweater.
"That is not cool", she glared towards him, and as realization dawned, Katie replayed Oliver's actions by thrashing around her sweater until it was off as well.
It wasn't until she had smacked Oliver on his head that they settled down once again.
"Well, you know…this is better then sitting in the Commons doing homework", Katie voiced as an afterthought.
"Is it? Is it really?"
"Fine. It isn't. You're such a pessimist Oliver!"
"No I'm a realist."
Katie began to giggle, "Realists are pessimists."
Oliver grumbled, turning his head towards the rafters, "This is going to be a very long day."
"See what I mean? What's wrong with long days?"
"Katie is there any possible way to get you to shut up? Possibly?"
"There's tons of ways. But why should I tell you?"
"Because it's another opportunity for you to talk of course", he mumbled to himself, "For the last time."
Katie blinked blankly at him.
"Well, why don't we play the silent game?" He offered.
"Do I look like a five year old?"
"Fine you know what? I'm going to sleep."
Katie watched Oliver turn his sweater inside out, pile it into a pillow and sprawl out on the floor next to her.
"Wake me up when Fred and George are back to let us out OK?"
Katie silently lay down, with her back facing him. She didn't answer.
Oh Gods above, this is going to be a long day.
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