September 2, breakfast, time: no idea, Monday
Well, the sorting was the same as always, the twins made fun of Ron as always and I'm drowning out Oliver's new plays over breakfast like everyone else, as always. (the only thing that is actual different is that there are dementors guarding the school. They're "protecting" us from Sirius Black)
"Are you guys even listening?" I try not to giggle, I'm used to his Scottish accent but here it just came really harsh out of no where. Hehehe…
"Oh Oliver" Fred said like a little girl
"Of course we were listening" George putting on the same voice.
"How could our superb breakfast bring us away from your lovely voice and plays"
"Especially when they are enhanced by your Scottish accent?" They both laughed like little girls.
"So you weren't listening." Oliver concluded.
"Bravo" I said from his left and my best friends Alicia and Angelina started applauding. So Oliver gave up and sat back down.
He slouched down and put his hands over his head, "Did anyone have a clue what I said"
Boy, when he's bummed out his accent really comes out…
"Oliver," I said putting a hand on his shoulder, "It's just that you sent us, well at least me, a letter and a play almost every day, and I looked over them. They're gold and I know almost all of them, so no worries"
"Only almost?"
"Oliver!"
He smiled from the corner of his mouth, "Ok, ok, I get it." he sat up, "I just really want to go all the way this year an-"
"We know!" we all said at once.
"Good," he started collecting his books, "now practice will start a month from now and I want good grades from all of you and no detention what so ever after then. Fred, George, get it out of your system now." And he walked off to his first class.
"So," I asked bringing to the table a large manila envelop of all the letters and plays Oliver sent over the summer, "did you guys get all this"
Four other identical envelops made their way to the top of table. And I sighed, it's gonna be a loooooong year…
9 pm
Our teachers really know how to greet us to a new year. I get the worst possible schedule and a mountain of homework, and by the looks of everyone else in the common room, they've got it the same.
Oh, so this is the lovely schedule my teachers put together for me.
Monday
1st defense against the dark arts (Alicia)
2nd herbology (Fred and George) 3rd care of magical creatures (Angelina)
4th and 5th double potions (Fred)
6th lunch (everyone including Oliver)
7th astronomy (Fred and Alicia)
8th and 9th double transfiguration (Angelina)
Tuesday and the rest of the week is pretty much the same with a little tweaks here and there, like charms and some other class rotating days with the double classes. I already have a potions essay that is supposed to be 5 feet long due tomorrow. Better get started now…
11 pm
I am finally done with most of the crap load of home work that is due today. I changed back out of the uniform and back into more comfortable clothes, such as the ones I wore the first day, but with the real Patriots. And while I was trying to concentrate on my potions essay, our dear Oliver joins me in the hour of my demise.
"Oliver," I said before he could utter a word, I'm trying to keep calm, "I have to work on this. Can we talk tomorrow"
"Your still doing homework? I barely got any"
"Well, once I'm done, I'll have a party for all the 7th years while us 5th years are getting bombarded by preparation for the O.W.L.S., don't you have the N.E.W.T.S this year? Where's your pile of homework?"
"Finished like an hour ago"
"Help me" that's right, I've been reduced to begging. By none other than Oliver Wood. "please?" I begged again.
He smiled that cocky smile of his and sat backwards on the chair next to me, his arms crossed over the back and his chin resting there, "Only if you promise not to call me a freaking-kilt-wearing-Scottish-son-of-a-bitch-captain-of-yours again"
I bit my lip, pretending to calculate my options. Like I was really thinking. But for a moment I was, that line was golden.
"Kat"
"Fine," I smiled then turning to my so-far-only-two-foot-essay-that-I-didn't-have-a-clue-about.
"Help," I said meekly, handing it over.
"Um Kat?" he asked with one eyebrow raised, "Do you have any type of clue what your talking about here"
I slammed my head on the table, "No," I answered pathetically. "I tried fudging it over after I realized I was starring at the book for half an hour but not taking anything in." I was still eye to eye with the grain patterns of the table. Hey look, a swirl! And that one looks like broom. Oh my God, I've been turned into a Wood clone. I could probably find a whole game on the table. Well, as long as it's us winning the cup, who cares right?
"That wouldn't help"
I sat up and slumped in my chair "really?" I was getting a little edgy.
I dunno why but Oliver started laughing, at me. I guess it was because I had been pouring over my books for the past 4 hours and I probably looked a mess.
"Oliver," I said desperately, I was too tired to even try to be mad at him. He took the quill out of my hand and started working on my essay.
September 3, noon-ish, Tuesday
I think I dozed off because I woke up at 1 in the morning pouring over my books with a completed essay in front of me and a note from Oliver. I rubbed the sand out of my eyes, cleaned up all my stuff, and trudged up the stairs. I swear, I could've slept through the night there. I didn't even read the essay, which Oliver forged in very nicely in girly looking handwriting, or the note he left. But here it is, yes I taped it in…with added features I might add…
Kat,
Hope you had a good nap, looked like you needed it-
What does that mean? Am I ugly and just not know it?
-try to find some time and catch up on your beauty sleep-
Oh, he didn't
-not that you really need it-
That's better-wait did he just hit on me over a note? …naw, can't be, right?
-any way, hope my handwriting was girly enough to pass Snape's judgment. Normally I don't write all loopy and in script-
Well I would hope-shit! Neither do I!
-try and read it over so you know the material, it's probably going to be on the O.W.L.S. so study. Manage your studying so you're not cramming during the season.
Night Sleeping Beauty,
Your-freaking-kilt-wearing-Scottish-son-of-a-bitch-captain,
Oliver
Yeah, I probably should've read what Oliver wrote for me but I already handed it in and probably won't get it back in time to study over it before the not-so-pop quiz he's probably gonna give us. Someone shot me. Or hex me, anything!
…Oliver is never gonna let me live down the kilt-wearing-captain-thing hu? And why does he have to ruin such a nice note with a mention of the season that's three months away? Well, that's Oliver for you…
September 5, Thursday, sometime after dinner and before I'm actually gonna start my new mountain of H.W.
I'm starting to think that I'm the only one who can take Oliver's constant bantering of Quidditch. Really. Is there something wrong with me or am I building an immune system to it? Than why is everyone else falls apart every time the word is mentioned? Is there an epidemic going around or something? Hmm…
I had just gotten back "my" essay that I got an 'O' on, and since Oliver wasn't at the dinner table with us at the moment, I decided to gloat, worst mistake of my 15 year old life.
"So," I started, "what'd you guys get on the essay"
Fred and George didn't even bother answering.
"An 'S'," Alicia answered and Angelina nodded, hers was the same.
"What did you get?" Fred asked.
"Oh, nothing much," I whipped out the essay, or what I thought was the essay. Instead it was the pop quiz I completely bombed because I didn't read over Oliver's handiwork. The twins burst into laughter and even Alicia and Angelina did after a while. I did too after I realized what had just happened.
No, but seriously, Snape almost gave me detention. He said something about my essay being one of the highest in the grade (apart from his so called perfect Slytherins) and that it was "highly impossible" that I bombed the test. I said that I hadn't gotten much sleep because I was studying all night for the test next week in his class…or some other B.S. like that. He actually let me go, amazing I know. But I think he punished all of us with another essay. Oh well.
Oliver decided to join us during our laughing moment. It must've been a sight. I was holding up my ridiculously bad quiz grade triumphantly while cracking up hysterically with my four friends.
Oliver looked from my horrible grade (that was written (big) and circled in red at the top) from my-red-face-from-laughing-so-hard to the twins, Alicia, and Angelina, who were all laughing equally as hard.
"Do I want to know?" he asked as he sat down in the middle of me and Fred.
"Katie, actually got…" he was laughing so hard he couldn't finish.
"…a worse grade than us!" George finished for his twin.
Mean while I'm still holding my quiz, laughing like an idiot. The whole Great Hall is staring at us now, and we were getting some very funny looks from Harry and his friends. Who cares though? They're third years.
After our 'little' laughing I decided that I would actually go to the library. And of course Hermione Granger was in there, behind a pile of books looking very tired. But that was her nature. I went over to my favorite table, it was next to a large window and you could see the Quidditch pitch from al most all of the four seats. But it was getting dark and you no longer could see the pitch. But who cares, I know it's out there…somewhere…hopefully…
8:07
Ok, time for a nice break. I'm actually doing pretty good. I should be done with in the hour if I don't get distracted.
…speak of the devil…
8:30
Well, once again, I'm here, Oliver Wood helping me…again.
You know Oliver I was doing just fine! …until I got to potions…
"So you didn't read over the essay I wrote?" he asked as he "accidentally" pulled out my horrible quiz. Tsh, accidentally, sure. Way to make me feel bad Mr. freaking-kilt-wearing-Scottish-son-of-a-bitch-captain-of-mine.
"Umm…about that"
"Kat…didn't you get the note. I told you to read it over"
"Oh, the note about me needing more beauty sleep because I'm dead ugly? That one?"
Oliver just smiled. He knew I was edgy and decided to ignore it. Well lets see him ignore this one.
"Just so you know, Mr. Wood, dearest captain of mine-who likes to wear kilts, I am not the brightest bulb in the box. I'm probably not even the brightest out of the two wires that make the light bulb shine oh so bright. So if you want a bright bulb that you can go talk to…Hermione Granger is right over there." I motioned with my quill (which I bit down to a stub) to a table I know to be right behind a certain bookcase.
"Time for a new quill, hu Kat?"
How the hell did he ignore that? My brother couldn't have done it better himself. Am I craving attention? Can't be right? I'm a dunce when it comes to potions and the world knows it. So why would I crave attention about it? I've got people that want to help me, Alicia and Angelina for instant, it's not Oliver right? I could laugh at that. Ha ha ha! I laugh, I laugh. Ok, getting back on track.
I just scoffed at him. "Stop making fun of me Wood. You know I'm an idiot-"
"-Yeah I know"
I kicked him under the table and finished my sentence, "-at potions." I watched happily as he rubbed his calf under the table. "And if I recall, you aren't the brightest wire in the bulb either when it comes to Herbology"
He scoffed at me. Oh yeah, I hit a nerve. "I don't understand the point of it." he said.
"The point?"
"All you do is stuff plants into a pot, besides, you don't need to know about plants to play Quidditch"
How did I see that coming?
"Yeah," I agreed, "but Puddlemore won't take someone who doesn't have enough common sense to stuff a plant in a pot"
Oliver sighed, "Yeah, maybe"
"Not maybe. Would you let someone in who didn't do good in the easiest subject in the school"
"They let my brother in though," sure go a head Oliver, ruin my whole speech. "Ok, well you fly a lot better when your grades are up. Because you have less stress, so less stress means less nerves before a game and less anger to take out on your team. Before, during, and/or after, genius"
Oliver smiled. My speech hit home. Katie:1, Oliver: Zip! Just then a bunch of first years came in followed by Alicia, Angelina, Fred, and George. Who sat down next to us.
"So what are you working on now Katie?" Fred asked.
"Because if it's potions, we won't bother copying it." George chimed in. I kicked both of them under the table.
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