September 10, Tuesday, noon
I feel guilty about not writing in you for a while. So onward!
Gosh, I can't wait for the season to start. Then I'll have something to help me relax with my homework. Alicia and Angelina keep telling me to go get a boyfriend, that there are probably a hundred guys in the school that would go out with me. I asked who, Fred and George came out of no where and volunteered. Shot me… there nice guys and everything, but we've been friends since first year and on the same team for the past three. Doesn't sound right to me.
Besides, I really don't want a boyfriend. It's just one more thing to worry about. Actually like ten million. Like: does he really like me? Do I look ok? I would have to wear more make up (I only wear soft blush and maybe cover up and a little mascara at times), I would have to wear a skirt other than the school uniform, and a bunch of other crap I don't want to think about. So there.
They say I'm crazy and how wonderful their boyfriends are. Ugh, now you can shot me. I don't need one. It's as simple as that. They say just because I don't need one isn't a reason not to want or have one. How the hell do their minds work. I mean I like guys, I think I have more guy friends than girl friends. But all the decent ones I know are my friends, and I don't think I could ever see me dating any of them. Well, I search outside of school for a decent guy.
9 pm
Hey, I actually finished all my homework like an hour ago. Alicia asked me why don't I do it after school is over instead of after dinner. Well, because right after school is for lounging under the tree next to the lake, duh.
And I did it without the help of Mr. Oliver Wood who is now reading over my shoulder at the last entry. Excuse me why I hit him over the head with you.
10:34
Well, I'm going to sleep early and decided to write in you a little more. Lets say that Oliver is now going to sleep with a large bump on his head.
"What was that for?" he asked when I hit him. I think I accidentally got him with one of the corners, opps!
"Stop reading over my shoulder then"
He sat down next to me and I knew I was going to regret not standing up and leaving right then.
"So you don't have a boyfriend, then?"
"No." I decided with the sort and sweet answers that Oliver preferred to get in the air, but never really did.
"And Fred and George offered?"
"Yes"
"And you said no?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because they're Fred and George?"
"Why don't you want a boyfriend?"
"Can I ask why?"
"No"
I sighed, I was doing really good up to here. I should probably give him something I know he wants to hear.
"Because when the season starts I don't want anything else preoccupying me?" that sounded right.
"Good answer," and he started to get up.
"Hold on," I grabbed him by the sleeve of his robe and practically shoved him back into his seat. "What is with playing 20 questions?"
"Just wanted to know"
"What, about my nonexistent love life?"
He shrugged his shoulders, I took that for a yes. I sighed and handed him a piece of parchment and my stubby quill, "Just, write up a new play"
And I left him there. Wonder if he's still down there…
September 11, Wednesday, the first class of a double potions.
Hmm…when was the last time Snape washed his hair? I can see the grease from here, and I'm all the way in the back with Fred.
I should probably be paying attention right now, but it's kinda hard to. I mean, this guys drones on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...
Get it? Plus he has greasy hair and I think and even greaser nose that is reflecting the dim light into my eyes. Glad I'm not in the front…
10 minutes till the end of the second double potions.
Almost free, almost free, almost…
Eek! What the hell is that? A ten foot long essay on the effects of Mandrake root mixed with rats tail? Due Tuesday? Are you kidding me? The effects aren't pleasant but there isn't enough to write ten feet of it! Fred is just as white as me…
Lunch, whatever time it is…
Well, I've been here for the past 10 minutes, and from those ten minutes, 9 I've been noticing the beautiful grain pattern in the wood of the table…
Speaking of Wood I think that Oliver just sat down next to me…
September 16, Monday, sometime after dinner.
So, I've been sitting in the library since school ended, completely skipped out on dinner, and trying to finish this stupid essay for Snape, I hate that bastard…
None of my other teachers are doing this to me…why him?
Hey, my saving grace just walked through the door…concealing food under their robe I see…
8:41
"Oliver, you're a god" I think it sounded a little distorted because I was stuffing my face with the food he had brought. A bagel, apple, bottle of water, oh, and a bag of chips. He brought me junk food! Go Oliver! Luckily we were sitting at our favorite table, which is completely out of the view of the librarian.
Once again I find myself lazing around while Oliver does my homework once again. Well, not lazing around because I really did try to do this stupid essay.
"Kat, did you even try this?" he asked, still hunched over my paper.
"Yeah, for the past five days, but..."
"You're not the brightest wire in the bulb?" he finishedlooking at me smiling.
"I just called you a god, try not to ruin it"
"Do I get to wear kilts as a god?"
I ignored him but smiled all the same, it's in my nature, I'm always smiling, and I don't know why. The only time I know I'm not smiling is during potions, but other than that. Why shouldn't I smile? Oliver is reading over my shoulder and saying something like you shouldn't smile during a game or practice either, Kat. Something like that…I think…
9:02
Well, my-freaking-kilt-wearing-Scottish-son-of-a-bitch-captain just threw down my stubby quill, finally completed with my essay. I gave him a hug across the shoulders, "Oliver, you're the best!" I probably shouldn't have done that but I was just so happy. Then he pulled out some of his books and started working.
I couldn't believe it…
"You did my essay before you did yours?" I asked amazed. Even Alicia and Angelina wouldn't have done that.
"Yeah, well, you're just so cute when you're in trouble," he pinched my cheek as he said this and I brushed his hand away, "besides, it's just herbology…" and he started sloppily doing his home work.
"Oh no you don't," I swiped the book out from under his quill. "You're actually gonna do your homework the right way"
"Why? I'm never going to use this stuff when I'm flying!" he protested.
"Ok, well…" I started to think of a scenario, "lets say you and your friends are walking-no flying-through the woods. Your friend gets a bad cut and you need to patch it up temporarily until you can find a healer. You could mash up some herbs you find on a trial but how will you know which ones to use? You could wind up poisoning your friend. Or you and your friends are hungry while flying through the woods. How will you know which berries you should eat or-"
"Ok, ok, you made your point." Now it was his turn to beg, "Help me? Please"
And of course I did.
September 28, Saturday, 11 am.
Oh my god, I love the weekend, we're all sitting under the huge oak tree, well actually, Fred and George are tickling the giant squid at the moment…
Oh, Alicia just passed me a note, hold on.
Few minutes later…
Here's the note, yes I taped it in. the normal print is mine, Alicia is the big one and Angelina has the nice pretty handwriting….
so what's with you and Oliver?
I dunno, what's with me?
you spend every night in the library with him
are you two an item? I thought you didn't like having a boyfriend?
I don't, and I don't have one. Do you guys miss me or something? You can join us in the library if you want you know.
so you're not going out?
no, he helps me with potions and I help him with herbology. That's all.
you know 7th year herbology?
it's all really basic and all in the stupid text book, a second year could probably do it.
I dunno… he did bring you dinner last time…
and you wouldn't? that's not very nice, I'm supposed to be best friends with you guys. I didn't have anything to eat all day!
she's right…
yeah, I guess…
Haha I won! I looked over at Oliver and he was "asleep" or at least his eyes were closed and was laying on the ground with his arms crossed behind his head… hmm…he looks sort of cute…NO! No he doesn't! Stop thinking Katie! Stop! Oliver is your captain! Team mate for crying out loud! Just put down the quill…
October 1st, Monday, after dinner? I think….
Ok, Oliver announced our first practice, Wednesday. Too bad I have a Defense against the dark arts essay due Thursday…ahhhhhhhhh…
Later that night in the library…7-ish?
Ha! I'm finally getting the hang of potions! I should've asked Oliver to help me years ago! And he's doing better in Herbology, knew he could.
Look who's not such a bad teacher after all…me!
October 3, Wednesday, after practice, 7:30?
Damn I love flying. Your so free up there. I really needed that, even though it was raining… hey, I may be wet and cold, but I love it. Did I mention muddy? Yeah, I took a quick shower in the locker room, I never really trusted Fred and George, and cleaned my robes, but I'm still cold. The twins did give me the password to the girls prefect bathroom so me, Alicia and Angelina are heading over.
7:45
My go this place is huge! You have no idea! The tubs are like freaking swimming pools with all sorts of different scented bubbles. Heaven.
No one else is in here so we each got separate baths. I got lavender and water lily. I smell so good! And the water is soooooooo hot. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…
8:30
Damn homework….better get started…damn essay…
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