I was watching the third Harry Potter movie today and I realized how stupid they made poor Ron look. Not only was he all psyched out about Hermione all of a sudden appearing and all that, but his dream with spiders wanting him to tap dance or whatever was totally priceless. And definately when he was telling Dumbledore that Scabbers had betrayed Lily and James and it was just really funny.
Ron: It was Scabbers, Professor.
Dumbledore: Scabbers?
Ron: Yes sir, my rat. Well, he's not really my rat, he was Percy's rat before that and--
Ron is a priceless treasure to the Harry Potter series... More important than Harry and Hermione combined. Though they make himlook super stupid in the movies and rather daft in the books, I think he's the best creation since tweenkies!
Ok! Onto QTTA!
The Gryffindor party was nothing short of amazing! Everyone was crowded into the space, celebrating loudly and passing around goblets of butterbeer, compliments of Fred and George.
Music had somehow began to play, and those who were not celebrating mindlessly, or drinking butterbeer til their heart's content, began to dance, whether alone or with others. Life in Gryffindor Tower was what one could call... Good. Yeah, life was very good.
Then morning hit...
"Ouch! George, move your hand," Katie groaned as she woke up the next morning, on the floor of the Gryffindor Common Room. Rather than getting up, the blonde simply turned over, bumping into the unconscious figure of someone else, whom she had yet to identify.
George opened his eyes and glanced down around, trying to locate his hands, then looked over to Katie, "Uhm, hate to burst your bubble, but that's not my hand."
By now, a few more had woken up, and it seemed the entire house had decided to crash in the common room. There were a litter of students scattered across the armchairs, couches and available floor space. There were even a few students lying down on the stairs leading to the girls' and boys' dormitory.
Katie's eyes fluttered open and she jumped up, searching for the person's hand that was touching her. She grimaced as she discovered that it wasn't a hand that she had been on top of, but a canary creame. "How sick," she muttered, wiping the pastry away from her side.
Oliver strode down from the boys' dormitory, stepping carefully over the sleeping students. When he reached Fred, who was lying at the very bottom of the stairs, the seventh year boy elected to step right onto the Weasley twin, and continue on his way. Fred simply released a grunt, before opening his eyes. His gaze landed on Oliver Wood, who was simply striding across the common room in preperation to leave for the Great Hall.
"Oy! Wood!" Fred rubbed his aching back, where he captain had stepped on it.
Oliver turned around, "What do you want, Weasley?" He had a good natured tone to his voice. Nothing could destroy his mood today, for the Gryffindor House had done the impossible and won the Quidditch Cup.
"Bloody good game, yesterday."
Those few who were awake cheered loudly, waking up others and causing them to cheer as well. Wood grinned at the lot of them and nodded, but his attention was reclaimed by Fred once more, "We're going to miss you, mate."
Katie blinked at Fred's words. Where was Oliver going? Wait a minute. She began to count silently in her head, and once she realized that her precious Oliver Wood, Quidditch obsessed captain was in his seventh year, and she only in her fifth, her face fell all the way down to the bottom of the lake.
Oliver Wood would be leaving forever! Never to be seen again! And then what would become of Katie? She bit her lower lips as she clumbsily got up and hurried to the girls' dormitory.
Angelina poked George in the ribs as they boarded the Hogwarts Express. The red head let out a fairly high pitched and shrill scream, causing all girls that heard to giggle madly and any boys to roll their eyes.
"This year was by far the best! We're going to have to work hard if we're going to find a keeper anywhere near Wood's skill. Especially in Gryffindor." Fred stated as he pushed through the train's corridor in order to get to the compartment they usually occupied every year. "Everyone in our house wants to be chaser or seeker for some reason."
Katie was second to enter the compart after Fred of course, followed by Alicia, Angelina, George and Lee. They instantly arranged themselves in their favorite, most comfortable spots. "Probably because those are the most fun spots to play. No one wants to be a beater or anything," Angelina responded logically.
The twins rolled their eyes, but didn't bother to speak.
"Forget about Qudditch for once," Alicia muttered, "What about our O.W.Ls? Those were a bit harder than I thought they would be. It's aweful how they made us take such hard exams!"
"I agree," Katie nodded, leaning back in her seat, "but thank goodness it's all over. Can you believe we'll be in our sixth year? Everything is going by so fast."
Lee nodded, looking out the window as the train began to move. He looked over at everyone and grinned, "Soon enough we'll be through with Hogwarts and we'll be making a fortune in the real wizarding world. I can see it now--"
"No you can't," Alicia cut him off with a small grin. "No one, but that whack-o Professor Trelawny can see the future."
"And sometimes I even doubt that," Fred muttered, shuddering at the thought of the looney woman.
George laughed at his twin, "What's the matter, Freddy? Not happy about the little prediction she made for you? Something about--" George was unable to finish when his twin suddenly attacked him in attempts to keep him silent. It was kind of like an instant replay of their first year, always fighting and wrestling.
The battle came to an end when Angelina finally stopped them both in quite painful ways. With both twins not doubled over in pain and clutching their lower belly, she grabbed their ears and led them to their seats. "Now both of you, stop acting like babies." Her gaze turned to George, "What did Trelawny say?"
George opened his mouth to reply, but Fred instantly recovered and was once again battling his twin, but only this time, Angelina was in the mix, fighting along side George in order to get information.
Lee and Alicia shook their heads while Katie continued to look on with vast interest.
"Welcome home, sweet," Mrs. Bell cried out happily, grasping her daughter in a tight hug. "You did well on your O.W.Ls I assume? Oh, it is so great to see you again after so long! You really must invite your friends over to come and stay a while, I'm sure you girls could have so much fun."
Katie smiled at her mother, and looked around, "It's wonderful to see you too, mum." She paused a bit, still looking around, "Where's dad?"
Mrs. Bell's smile changed, it had a sort of mysterious glow to it at the question, "You know how things can get at the ministry with foreign affairs and all that.
"Oh, with the Quidditch World Cup and all?"
"Sure dear, now, let's be off. There is so much we have to catch up on, and I want to hear all about your Quidditch season. I hear Gryffindor won the sup this year! That's quite something!" She began to lead her daughter away and chattered animatedly. That was unlike the mother Katie knew.
Turning around and seeing her friends with their own families, she grinned, "One minute, mum. I'll be right back." She hurried over to the Johnson-Spinnet family and gave each member a tight a hug, then made her way over the Weasley group.
"What kind of wierd-o just sends someone an owl," George was asking his younger brother critically, eyeing the small creature Ron held tightly in his hands.
The red head looked a bit uncomfortable and shifted a bit, "Well, uh-- I er-- Harry?"
Harry simply grinned and shook his head, unable to finish his best mates incoherent reply. It was the smart one, Hermione that came up with a logical answer, "I got it for him, since the whole Scabbers incident and all. I thought it would be nice to get him another pet since well, you know."
After parting with the twins and Harry, her eye landed on Oliver. She sighed a little. Out of everyone, he wouldn't be coming back next year. After getting out of her dreamy daze, she realized that the overly handsome and charming Irish boy was talking to her mother! Instantly, the small blonde began to panic.
"Katie told me about how great of a leader you are, and how you stay so focused all the time," Mrs. Bell was saying. Oliver was trying to be modest, but a proud grin spread across his face. "I find that to be an admirable trait in young man. You will definatly go far, Mr. Wood."
Oliver grinned and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Well, thank you, Mrs. Bell. When you see Katie, could you tell her goodbye for me? I can't seem to find her anywhere."
Mrs. Bell, still smiling, nodded, "Of course I will, and good luck to you."
Oliver left and vanished into the stream of departing witches and wizards, and Katie hadn't even said good luck, or goodbye, or something terribly corny like 'You're the best, don't ever change,' or anything! With a defeated sigh, she went over to her mother, "Come on, mum, let's go."
Katie
Bet you expected to never hear from your old Quidditch Captain, again, eh? Well, I'm writing to the entire team as a sort of formality and all, saying how I'll miss you guys and how this was the best year any captain could ever ask for and all that, but I'm sure you and everyone else know that already, and that really isn't how I opperate. I looked for you once we arrived at platfor 9 and 3/4, but I couldn't find you anywhere. I did bump into your mother, terribly nice woman, and perhaps a little too happy, no disrespect meant or anything. Uhm, well have a wonderful summer and good luck at Hogwarts next year. I'm hoping your new keeper will be able to keep up with my amazing skill.
Sincerely,
Oliver
Angelina and Alicia,
Yes! Yes! Yes! Oliver wrote me!
Katie
Katie,
What about Lee?
Alicia
So far summer was going spectacularly well for Katie. Fred and George sent word of their poor O.W.L scores, and how Mrs. Weasley learned of their plans of a joke shop. As the entire group had expected, the Weasley mother was no too happy about the desicion of her two sons. They had also let it known that they had gotten box seats to the Quidditch World Cup.
Angelina wrote to Katie in an angry fashion, expressing how she, the biggest Quidditch fan in the world should have been invited to the World Cup in box seats, but no! It was Harry and Hermione who were going.
--Hermione! Hermione Granger! The girl who doesn't even really care about Quidditch! It's otrageous and I find it humliliating that I will be forced to sit directly under the box when I personally feel that I should be in the box rather than under it! I'm distraught!
GRRR!
Angelina
Angie,
Nice to see you're improving in your vocabulary and all, but aren't the seats under the box really really good? I mean, sure you won't be in the box, but you'll get a great view of the game, and who cares if you aren't in the box seats. Maybe if you didn't know a certain red head twin was there, you wouldn't be raising such a fuss. Heh.. I know I'm right. Anyway, I'm afraid I won't be going to the World Cup. My father muttered something about more important newts' eyes to poke out or something like that. He won't tell me why I can't go, just that I can't. Make sure you and Alicia give me a play by play when we go back to Hogwarts, I want to hear all about the match. Have a great summer, Angelina, and don't let the fact that you won't be sitting with Fred get you down.
Katie
Katie watched as her dad apparated into the house, yet again, and hurried over to his study. He shuffled around in there for a few moments, and left with a small pop. He had been doing this all day, and whenever Katie asked what it was he was doing, he grunt a reply, "Official Ministry business. Very dull, but very busy."
He always called something dull when he wanted Katie to take no interest in whatever it was he was doing. Usually it worked, but it only struck her curiosity further.
"Mum," Katie asked her mother one day, after watching her father hurridly apparate out of the house, "Dad is planning something at the ministry and you know about it, don't you?"
Mrs. Bell shifted in her chair a bit and smiled weakly at her daughter, "What do you mean, honey? Your father is hard at work at the ministry like he always is."
"Something's happening other than the World Cup, isn't there?"
"What would give you that idea?"
"Mum, I know you can't keep a secret," Katie stated plainly. "You get all shifty and smile more than usual, and talk a lot too. So what's going on?"
"Nothing, darling," Mrs. Bell insisted with a nervous grin. "Besides, I'm not the person to ask. Perhaps you should talk to your father." She noticed her huband just apparate in and then out again. "When he's not quite so busy, perhaps."
Katie nodded and sighed, leaning back in her seat, "That will be in forever."
TooSweet4Words- Thank you for your continuous reviews and and support and you get even more icecream and cookies! Yay!
IdUnNoXx- I like how you aren't a Katie/Lee shipper and are a Katie/Oliver one but still support my fic AND on top of that... I never really put down who Katie was gonna get with.. Haha! I am tricky, no?
Well kiddies, hope you are enjoying hope you are sitting back relaxing, eating popcorn and enjoying the fic because I will feel bad if you hate and then I'd tweak it.. You know.. Get rid of the really obvious typos and all that.. Then uhm.. I dunno try and be a bit more descriptive or something.. Or uh.. I dunno.. But anyway. Keep reading.. uhm.. You guys rock! and... Have a great summer!
Oh! And go out and see The Adventure of Shark Boy and Lava Girl.. Even though I'm 17 and all that and shouldn't have gone by myself to see that movie, I did, and it's pretty good. I liked it anyway..
Ok well..
Later Days
Richi Sama