Even though I have about ten billion trillion scholarship forms to fill out... study for the NEW SAT's (pray for me) and get everything organized for my future and uh-- -checks booklet of thing parents say to their upperclassmen child- oh yeah! I had better do all I can to get into college because if I don't go, I can't live at home!
Enjoy QTTA!!!
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-Chapter Eighteen-
Katie sighed and put her broomstick down after one fairly odd Qudditch practice. Other than the fact that Harry could move no faster than a snail, Oliver had been unusually sluggish the entire practice. He had been able to block most of the goals, but he wasn't quite as-- oh, how would one put it-- as obbessesed as he usually was at prior practices.
Angelina said it was because he finally grew out his "Quidditch" phase, and Fred and George agreed with it. Alicia assumed he might have been heart broken about something or other and suggested that Katie stay behind and investiagate. So, with that suggestion in her mind, Katie braced herself for anything, and asked Oliver if everything was alright. Which led her to the point where she is now.
Slumping onto the Quidditch pitch listening to Oliver drone on and on about-- SIGH-- Beverly.
"-- and then, right before the match, she all of a sudden says that she no longer wants to be with me. I asked her if this could wait until after the match, I really couldn't afford any distractions, you know?" He paused and looked over at Katie who, suprisingly, remained.
She nodded, "Yeah, I mean, it was a big mat--"
"EXACTLY!" Oliver cut her off, making a dramatic wave of his arms, "SO, then she tells me that she's not going to try and out-do a sport just to win my approval! After the match we continued our discussion, and she tells me that I don't pay enough attention to her, that I alsways put her second to Quidditch, and that I am heartless! Can you believe that? ME?! HEARTLESS?!" He had been pacing in small circles as he said all this, and finally collapsed down next to Katie. "What is that all about?"
The blonde looked up at the darkening sky thoughtfully before looking back at her captain, "Well, perhaps you--" she stopped herself. She had just about to agree with this Beverly person, but judging by the look on his face, he was desperate to hear something in his favor. "Perhaps you should go for a girl who's as into Quidditch as you are?" Katie lifted a brow at him expectantly. "I'm sure you know at least one girl who fits that categorey."
Oliver sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck and thought, "Well, sure. There's---" He squinted his eyes as he thought a bit harder, "Eh-- I'm drawing a blank."
With a roll of her eyes and an exasperated sigh, Katie probed further, "You don't know any girl that plays Quidditch? Has some knowledge about the sport--"
"Well," Oliver shrugged.
Katie got up, retrieving her broom as she did so, "Then I fear you are hopeless, Mr. Wood. Good night." Draping her broomstick over her shoulder, she retreated to the comforts of Gryffindor Tower.
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"That is not the point Fred! You had Alicia get it for you, and then you--- ARGH!!" As Katie entered the common room, she was greeted by Angelina's angry shouts accompanied by Fred, George and Alicia's snorts of laughter. "I'm gonna murder all of you!"
The twins exchanged amused glances then high fives, and in Fred's unused hand, rested Angelina's journal. (Because there was no way she would be caught dead writing in a diary. Diaries were for girly girls.) When Angelina went storming toward Fred, the first red head quickly danced out of her way and tossed it to his better half, who caught it with ease.
Katie rolled her eyes and moved through the center of common room, advancing to the girls dormitory where she could change and bask in silence.
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY!! YOU'RE BOTH DEAD!!"
Or something relatively close to silence.
About an hour later, Alicia entered the dorm, still giggly from the display in the common room. "So what was good 'ole Captain Wood bummed about?"
"His girlfriend, or should I say hi ex-girlfriend." Katie sat down on her bed, legs crossed beneath her.
Alicia gaped at her friend as openly as she pleased, "He knows what those are?! He had one?! When did this happen?" She crawled over to Katie's bed and demanded immidiate details. She wanted to know his every word. Katie even mentioned the fact that she hinted that he should go out with a girl that knew a thing or two about Quidditch or even played for one of the house teams.
"And--?" Alicia questionned, hanging on Katie's every word.
"He didn't seem to get the hint and said that he knew some girls, but he didn't really know what he wanted to do about it. I think he's really hung up about someone saying to him that he doesn't enough attention to things that aren't Quidditch." She combed her fingers through those blonde locks and sighed.
Alicia nodded her head, putting small braids in her own dark hair, "He thinks he does notice everything, but," she shrugged and shook her head. "He's a guy, what excuse is there for him?"
They conversed a little longer, before a very exhausted Angelina trodded to her bed and instantly collapsed in the soft comforters, blankets and sheets. "I'm going to kill Fred and George," she muttered, her fingers wrapped tightly around her precious diar-- journal. "They didn't get to read much, only enough to blackmail me for the rest of my life."
Katie and Alicia smiled at their friend as they settled themselves into their own beds. "Night, Angie. Night, 'Licia."
"Night Katie. Night Angie."
"Night, dummies."
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The next day, to Katie'scomplete astonishment, there was another girl hanging on Oliver's left arm. She lifted a quizzical brow as she looked the couple over. It was definately a different girl, that was for sure, but who was she? She poked Angelina, then cocked her head toward Oliver's new conquest. "Angie," she began softly, "who the bloody hell is that?"
Angelina leaned back away from the crowded Gryffindor table to see her captain and his girl. She grinned and shook her head, before returning to her regular position at the table. "That's Hufflepuff's keeper. Jennifer something or other. She's pretty decent, but nowhere near Wood's level of skill. He's probably just messin' with the girl's head."
"That would be mean of him," Alicia said, cutting into her sausage. "Then again, who knows. He might be that desperate to have a girlfriend."
At the same moment, the three girls rolled their eyes and chorused together, "Boys."
"What about them?" Fred voiced curiously as he, Lee and George seated themselves next to and across from their three female friends. "I'm assuming that you were saying men like us are ruggedly handsome."
"Top of the line," Lee put in, preapring his plate. He glanced up at Katie and grinned, "A rare and vanishing breed, if I do say so myself." He wiggled his eyebrows before he began to attack his breakfast.
George nodded, and spoke with his mouth full, but no one could really understand what the red head was saying. Katie sighed and shook her head, while Angelina roughly jabbed George with her elbow, reminding him of manners, but it was Alicia who spoke. "Of course we think that about men, but you guys are just little boys."
The three girls laughed and continued witht their breakfast.
After a moment of silence between the six, conversation once again broke out. "So, uhm, what are you guys doing for the next Hogsmeade trip?" Lee had finished eating and was toying with some eggs that remained on his plate.
"We're going to Zonkos," Fred and George replied together.
"We're going anywhere but Zonkos," Alicia and Angelina replied together.
Katie smiled at the pair of them and rolled her eyes, "How predictable of all of you." Her blue gaze rested on Lee momentarily, "So what are you going to do? Zonkos? Honey Dukes? Three Broomsticks? Or all of it?"
"Probably everything," Lee answered. "And you?" He recieved a shrug for an answer.
"Hey! Glad I caught you all at one time," an unmistakable voice reached their ears at that very moment, causing all, even Katie, to cringe slightly. "I've already spoken to Harry, so I just have to talk to you lot. Tommorow's practice is cancelled, we're still searching for a broomstick for Harry."
"McGonagall's ordering him a new one?" Fred questionned, a hint of envy in his voice.
Oliver squeezed between Katie and George so he could sit, and shook his head, "No, she's not, but we have to find something around here that's suitable enough for a seeker. So far, we aren't having much luck." He rested his elbows on the table and his chin on his upturned hands. "So what are you brats talking about?"
Were her ears decieving her? Was Oliver Wood, Quidditch fanatic and extraordinare, not asking a Quidditch related question? Katie blinked a few times, then mentally smacked herself. Of course he wasn't obsessing about Quidditch at the moment. Everyone had to take a break every now and then, right?
The others seemed just as shocked by this non-Quidditch related question. "We were talking about something that has absolutely nothing to do with Quidditch," George said slowly, making he emphasized the non-Quidditch part.
Oliver nodded, "Ok, so what were you talking about?"
"Hogsmeade," Alicia said, eyeing their captain cautiously. "You know, about what we're going to be doing and all that."
Once again, Oliver nodded, "I was thinking about taking Jennifer to some old jewlery shop or something. She likes stuff like that." At the mention of this, Katie stiffend. If any of the others, they simply ignored it. Oliver; however, did not notice. "But we might also go to the Quiddich supply shop. She mentioned this new cleaning kit, and I think I should give it try. I hear that it's probably one of the finest kits created, and works especially well on the new Firebolt. Imagine if we had Firebolt's on our team! We'd zoom past everyone, and win in no time at all. It would be amazing. We'd be untouchable! And then I could create even more new plays! I could--" And he was off. Rattling twenty small sentences a minutes, creating new plays right there in his scrambled eggs.
"Yeah, well, that's great and all," Katie began quickly, jumping up from her seat and begining to walk away despite the fact that her breakfast was only half done. "I'm just gonna go-- uhm, yeah and I'll see you guys later, yeah? Alright, bye guys." With that she turned around and hurried away from the group. She just couldn't get away from the fact that she had been so easily replaced! Not that they had ever gone out or anything, but, she felt as if he was already forgetting all about her.
Alicia, Angelina and Lee watched their friend depart from the great hall, while Fred and George tried their hardest not kill Wood. Would he ever stop talking about Quidditch as if were some holy ceremony only worthy enough for some whacked up god?
Upon reaching the common room, Katie had anticipating basking in silence and drowning in self misery, but apparently, some higher power was preventing that. Collin Creevey came hopping up to her, camera at hand. "Have you seen Harry Potter, miss? I've been looking for him everywhere, but I can't seem to find him?"
Katie took a step back from the overly energetic boy, an expression of annoyanceon her face. First of all, Harry had made it perfectly clear, LAST YEAR, that no one was supposed to give his where-abouts to this boy. Second of all, she wouldn't anyway, not after last year's fiasco of him taking pictures of absolutely everthing that didn't matter. Angelina had sworn the boy had magicked a camera in the girl's lavitrine. None of them ever found out if it was true, but judging by the way he always eyed Alicia, Katie could safely assume that he had put some of his wretched cameras.
"Sorry haven't seen him."
"Well, have you seen any of his friends about? I really must find one of them," he clutched the camera tightly. The boy was practically shaking with some sort of excitement.
Katie rolled her eyes and walked away, "No, I haven't seen them."
He turned around and followed her, "Well, are you sure you haven't seen Harry? I mean, you are on the Quidditch team with him, aren't you?"
Would he never leave her alone? Katie walked around one of the armchairs, trying to lose him, "I'm quite sure that I haven't seen Harry." She didn't feel like explaining herself to some second year wierdo who's past time enjoyment was stalking the house seeker.
"Well if you see him, will you let me know?" He stepped infront of her, stopping Katie in her tracks.
A frustrated sighed escaped Katie, and she stormed past him and into the girls' dormitory where she would be able to bask in silence and drown in self misery. Collin shifted slightly, staring intently at the door that had been slammed by the blonde. He coughed a bit then spoke loudly, "Is that a maybe?"
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