Disclaimer – Nothing in this fictitious piece of writing is owned by my mentally unstable mind, however my soul is flattered to recognize your feelings in this matter. Without further ado, I bring you Chapter 6.
Chapter 6 – Apology NOT Accepted
I still contemplated what to do with Flint. Mixed thoughts swirled through my head: what the ups and the downs were. And that's when it hit me. WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE ANGELS AND DEVILS OVER ME??? THEY MAKE IT SO DAMN COMPLICATED!!!
Oh hell.
"Wingardium Leviosa"I levitated Flint and walked to Professor McGonagall's office.
OK, Wood. You can do this. She's not gonna blow up at you for knocking at her door.
What am I, mad? Of COURSE she will!
You're not mad! You just have unresolved issues.
Uh, that's like the same thing.
Believe what you want.
I took two steps towards her door, and lifted my fist.
As I waited for her to let me go in, I started having second thoughts. I mean, seriously. McGonagall isn't called "Old and Scary" for nothing.
I turned to go down.
"Come in."
Shit.
I opened the door and walked in.
"Mr. Wood. What brings you here?" She looked at me from those creep-ass glasses of hers.
"Well Professor…I was working on some plays when I heard a crash. I found Flint knocked out in the locker room."
"What was he doing in the locker room?" She demanded.
If I knew, I would tell you…
"I don't know Professor."
Angrily, she said, "Well Wood, I don't know what Mr. Flint was doing down there, but I want you to ask around your team and find out if they know anything. Meanwhile, I'll have a chat with Mr. Flint and Professor Snape about this."
"Yes Professor."
I walked out of her office and towards the common room. For some reason, I had a hunch that McGonagall might be right about the team knowing something.
"Latesco Leoninus"
KATIE POV
We were sitting in the lounge when Fred and George came back.
"So?" I asked.
"So what?" said Fred.
Sometimes I think I'm surrounded by idiots. "How did it go?"
They looked like deer caught in headlights. "How did what go, Katiekins"
"KATIEKINS?!" I roared. Now they were in for it.
I got up, strode over to George and Fred pushed them on the couch and started punching them.
At that point, the portrait opened revealing a not-too-chipper captain.
"Team, sit down. We need to talk."
I stopped punching.
"Oliver, are you breaking up with us?" I asked.
Harry sniggered. It's nice to know that part of me got through to him.
Instead of sarcastically answering, he glared. He GLARED. GLARED at MOI! Katherine Anne Bell. NO ONE, I mean NO ONE glares at me!
"Well top o' the mornin' to you too." I muttered.
He ignored that. "I was just in McGonagall's office, because someone thought it would be hilarious to knock Flint out. You lot know anything about this?"
"Oliver, we think it's hysterical. Don't you?" Answered George.
"You two were behind this?" stormed Oliver. I'm not scared of Oliver. Really I'm not. But seeing him getting all PMS-y is enough to send anyone running.
"Why, yes Oliver. We were." Said Fred. "One of our finest, wouldn't you think?"
That really did it.
"Funny? FUNNY? Do I think it's FUNNY that one of your immature pranks could take us out of the finals?"
Prank? He calls defending my Irish-born ass a "prank'? I'd teach the asshole to mess with me.
"For your kind information and guidance, Oliver 'IthinkIknoweverything' Wood, it was NOT a prank. As a matter of fact, they were getting revenge for me."
"So you're gonna take their side?"
"Their side? Wood you must think I have shit for brains or something coz it seems to me like you're taking FLINT'S side!"
"Flint's side? Of all the insane, stupid insults you had to come up with, that's the BEST you could do?"
"Oh I could do better. But the fact is, Wood, you don't even know the problem."
"I don't, do I?"
"No you don't."
"Alright, try me."
"OK I will. I'm showering after practice. I walk out of the room to get my clothes and who walks in, but everyone's favorite Bigfoot Flint. I asked him if he was looking for you, he said no. Instead he was looking for me. And you wanna know WHY he was looking for me? He was looking so he could do this."
I couldn't believe I was doing this but I lifted up my shirt and showed him where Flint had left a mark.
And the bastard was left speechless. Ireland 1, Scotland 0.
"Oh. Katie…I.."
"You what? You're sorry? SORRY, Wood? You're putting the blame on Fred and George when they were just looking out for me. That's what real friends do, Wood. And I'm damn lucky that I have friends who are willing to kick some ass for me. So I hate to say this Wood, but sorry doesn't cut it."
And I walked away.
Clausula Glabra. (end of page. Or that's what a translator on told me…)
So here's the 6th chapter. Sorry it took so long. Mucho writer block. Thanks to the reviewers!
FallenHarusame – lol yeah that's like me and my brother too! We're far from angels as well. Haha, I'm afraid Oliver doesn't do any ass kicking in this chapter. But I assure you he will in future chapters. Thanks for reading!
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