Oh, thank you all for your reviews(Nyx-Night's, Frozen Fire 23, and Duck Goddess, you're the best!) and Jilene Marr, I'll try to keep Katie more in character. But you're gonna have to give me some leeway on that because J.K. Rowling doesn't mention her all that much, and when she does, it's just a couple of lines once or twice in every book. So be kind. I'll try though.
Ok, I'll start the story now… thanks again guys!
October 6, Saturday, noon-ish
Once again, Oliver is helping me with my homework. I don't understand why I don't understand potions. I mean I was always able to scrap a 'S' but that's not good enough for the O.W.L.S., I need flying colors. I'm sitting under the big oak with Oliver, I have no clue where Alicia and everyone else is, but I told them where I'd be so they can't yell at me.
Is Oliver asleep? He hasn't read over my shoulder yet…
1 o'clock
Ok, he was defiantly not asleep. I thought he was. He was stretched out on the ground with his hands behind his head. It was very convincing. So I tried the stunt he pulled on me back in September. So I put my nose two inches from his, but a lock of hair fell from behind my ear and tickled his nose. His eyes shot open and sat straight up, knocking me hard in the head. I think I blacked out because I woke up in a hospital bed. I sat bolt upright when I realized I wasn't outside anymore and looked around.
Madam Pomphrey was pacing in her office, I could see through the glass window looking out towards the ward, all the other beds were empty, and Oliver was in the chair next to my bed. He was hunched over and looking at the floor.
"Damn, why is your head so hard?" I asked rubbing my forehead where there was a huge bump.
Oliver looked up and smiled when he heard my voice. "Feeling better?"
I tried to look at the huge bump on my forehead, I thought Oliver's face would be embedded in there he hit me so hard. "Kinda…" I prodded the bump softly.
Then Madame Pomphrey came in rushed Oliver out much to my protest, it was jus a little- ok- big bump on the head, that's all.
She completely ignored me and hit me on my bump with her wand. She said something like it'll make the swelling go down. But did she have to tap it? And it wasn't even a nice tap. I think she wanted to kill me. It hurt more than the actual bonking.
"How long was I out?" I asked afterwards.
"Hmm…about an hour, I wouldn't say more than that. It was quite a sight though. Mr. Wood carrying you through the corridors in his arms"
"What!" I thought he had the common sense to get someone or at least charm me to the hospital wing or something!
"Oh yes, he carried you in his arms all the way up here like a newly wed"
I almost fainted, again. If anyone saw us, I'll scream. Then Alicia and everyone'll find out and the twins will never let me live it down. I'll have to transfer…
"Can I go now?"
Madame Pomphrey took one last look at my head and I was free to go
October 8, Monday, last class of double transfig.
I did ok over the weekend about no body knowing about Saturday, until Angelina passed me a note.
So Oliver carried you in his arms to the hospital?
What are you talking about?
Yeah, you were blacked out and everything. What happened? Did he knock you in the head while you two were making out?
No, well, we did bonk heads, but not while making out. We both bent down to grab a book.
well would you?
would I what?
make out with him?
would you?
no
well, there's your answer.
So I lied, whoop di do. Not about the making out part but the story of us bonking heads. What? Was I gonna tell her that I purposely placed my self two inches from his face? I don't think so. Even though she's one of my best friends, you don't mention that kind of stuff to other people.
After practice
We were all sitting in the locker room after practice when Oliver decided to give us one of his famous speeches. I actually made it the longest before drowning him out. And when I did, I at least made it look like I was paying attention. I think I was staring at a lock of hair behind his head that was sticking up at an odd angle. I was daydreaming about sleep. We've had so many practices lately that I've had to pull al nighters to get all my work done on time. I may not get the highest grades, but I make it a point to hand everything on time.
"What do you think Kat, you think you could run the team play?" Oliver asks me out of no where. So my mind goes into a whirlwind.
Team play team play. I know this one, I know I know this one. Is this the one where the beaters flank us or when I get thrown in the air? No defiantly the one the beaters both take out the keeper and fly through the middle hoop and we send the quaffe through after them. It's defiantly that one.
"Sure." I was beaming, I remembered!
"Do you remember which one it is?"
"Of course I remember. It's the one where Fred and George take out the keeper and fly through the middle hoop and we send the quaffle through." I pretended that he hurt my feelings. "I'm hurt that you would think that I wouldn't remember"
Either Oliver was happy that I answered so quickly or that I actually remembered. What ever, I'll take either! I remembered!
…if only I could remember potions…
October 9, Tuesday, Care of Magical Creatures
I'm so glad Hagrid is the teacher now. The other professor wasn't all that great. He lost an arm and a leg while he was teaching, no I wasn't there for either. The books were a little annoying, it almost ate one of my shoes. It was the one that goes with the uniform, so even if it did, that's ok because I hate them.
He taught us about hippogriffs. They're so adorable, everyone else seems to hate them though… They've got the head, front legs, and wings of an eagle, and the rest is a horse. I love them! Me and Angelina got to pair up with a chestnut one. His name was Camanche, so cute! Angelina thinks I'm crazy and that maybe he should be my boyfriend. Will they ever let me live without having a boyfriend? I mean, I'm already dying with just homework and Quidditch, if I had another thing to worry about, I think I would faint…
October 12, Friday, dinner
Yes! The first Hogsmeade weekend is coming up! Halloween! Ha ha! I need some chocolate, I can never really find any around here.
Oh, and I got a 'V' on a potions essay (very well done) that I actually did myself! Ok, maybe Oliver helped me here and there and checked my work but I did it myself! Ha Ha Ha! In my handwriting and all! Yay!
October 16, Tuesday, right after practice, 7-ish,I think
Ugh! I just got my progress report and we had a really crappy practice. (Report cards are coming out right before Christmas.) I'm doing great in all my classes, minus one. Can you guess? Ya, that's right, potions. I'm still only scraping 'goods'. All my other classes I'm getting outstandings and excellences, why am I a dunce at potions? I try really hard, but I can never get higher than a 'G'. Ten sickles I'm getting a howler tomorrow. We're all sitting in the locker room, I'm gonna ask everyone why I'm an idiot at potions.
8:30
Well, Fred and George say to be happy with a 'G', because there both getting 'B's', Angelina Snape's out to get every Griffindor and Alicia agrees. Oliver was somewhere at the moment. So I got no real answer and they pretty much said just deal with it.
"But I need to be a scholar athlete!" I said, I think my voice started to crack.
"Well, get used not getting everything you want," Fred said, he had a bad practice too.
" 'Not getting everything you want'? Fred, I never get anything I want from other people, that's why I get it for myself! Besides, how is someone else going to provide me with good grades!" I was getting really angry.
"Well," George said, "You should go out on a date with Snape. I'm sure that would raise your grade"
" Are you sick in the head! All I asked for was advice for potions, and you all never give me real advice. You could care less!" some one grabbed my wrist and it must've been Oliver because I was yelling and everyone else was in view. I was trying to wrench myself out of whoever's grip it was but instead they grabbed my by the shoulders and slung me over theirs, they started to walk away and I was still yelling at Fred and George.
Who ever had picked me up sat me down in one of the showers and turned on the cold water. I look up and it's Oliver.
"Now stay there 'till you cool off." I guess he was angry about the practice too.
So I sat there in the shower for almost 45 minutes with my back against one of the walls. I was still in my Quidditch robes, padding and all, just letting the cold water soak me. It was actually probably the best thing anyone could've done at the moment.
When Oliver came back he was dressed and cleaned. At least I wasn't muddy anymore.
"Feeling better?" he asked smiling.
"I hate Snape." I was still edgy and really not in any mood to discuss anything, even the weather.
Oliver reached over and turned off the water and offered me his hand. "Come on, Kat"
"I'm fine right here," and I turned the water back on, ignoring his offered hand. For anyone out there who cares, sitting in a shower fully clothed with cold water pouring on you is a very good way to relieve stress.
This time he charmed the faucet to stay off and almost dragged me out of the shower and to my locker. He grabbed a nearby towel and slung it over my right shoulder.
"Make your self look somewhat decent," he said as he left the room.
So I got changed, put on a pair of jeans and a very-slightly-bigger-than supposed-to-be white crew neck sweater (I hat tight sweaters so I buy them a size larger than normal and shrink them to the perfect fit for me). I dried off my robes and hair, and stuffed everything else in my leather messenger bag. I left the pitch, expecting to walk back alone when I realized Oliver was waiting for me outside.
"Well, at least you look decent." He said looking me up and down. "What took you so long?" he asked, setting his pace equal to mine.
"I didn't know you were waiting," So I took my time in the locker room. I was hoping I wouldn't really have to talk to anybody till I reached the common room.
"Still edgy?"
"Only slightly," yes, I was edgy.
"Practice or grades"
"Both." I knew he knew. Did he have to make me feel worse?
"You shouldn't have-"
"- yelled at Fred and George. I should've been nicer, I shouldn't have flown so bad today, I shouldn't get so worked up over my grades, I shouldn't have been so edgy, I shouldn't have sat in the shower for almost and hour and I shouldn't have done a lot of things but I did!" I had my hands on my head and was practically ripping locks of hair out. I started walking faster and Oliver jogged a bit to catch up.
"Actually," he said putting a hand on my shoulder to stop me, which I shook off and continued walking. But he put his hand on my shoulder and forced me to walk slower, "Actually Fred and George had that coming, they were out of line. But wanting to get good grades and fly the best you can isn't a bad thing"
I just wanted to fall on the floor, instead I just stopped walking. In two seconds I went from stiff and edgy to slouched and ready to fall apart "But wanting isn't getting me any where..."
"You've done more than want," he moved in front of me, placed both hands on my shoulders, and forced me to stare into his brown eyes. "You've worked hard on school work everyday, and I know it of all people. The O.W.L.S. aren't for another 7 months, if you keep going like this you'll be fried before then"
I sighed and some what smiled crookedly, "Yeah, guess you're right"
"I know I'm right. And don't worry about your flying. You're the best chaser I know and the only one on the team who knows almost all of the plays and can stand my constant bantering"
"Really?"
"Of course"
"How many chasers do you know?"
He laughed and placed an arm around my shoulders and practically steered me back to the castle and into the common room.
When we reached the portrait he said to meet him back in the common room at 8:30. I said the password, flung my bag on one of the couches after taking my uniform out of it, and went upstairs. And here I am. Now it's 8:45, better go…
10:00
Oliver Wood is a god above gods.
When I came down he had a whole spread of junky food. Turned out he went to the kitchens while I was upstairs. I can downstairs and the common room was empty except for Oliver, his arms over flowing with butter beer, chocolate (which made him an even better god above gods), tons of different deserts, and of course, some fruit and potato salad. (What? He could never change his ways completely)
"Little help?" he asked as he just caught a bottle of butter beer from falling over.
Iran over to him and help him put the food on the table in front of the fire place. I think my eyes must've grown to the size of dishes when I realized how much food he brought.
"They let you take all this?" I asked in amazement as he handed me a butter beer. We were sitting on the couch I threw my bag on and I was eyeing the food like a dog who hadn't eaten in five days.
"You didn't skip dinner again, did you, Kat?" I must've been drooling.
"Well, I have a lot of home work. I was planning to run from practice straight to here so I could finish at a some what reasonable time," I explained.
"So you haven't eaten since 12?"
"I told you! I have a lot of home work!"
"So get it, I'll help"
"Really?" I took a bite of potato salad as he nodded smiling. I swallowed, "Well then in that case…my bag is right next to your feet"
"Here," he handed it over to me. "I'll get mine, we learning about some man eating plant, that supposedly lives in the dark woods." he added absentmindedly as he ran up to the guys dorm and came back with his bag.
When he came back I was sitting on the couch cross legged with my sleeves rolled up to my elbows and my Transfig. book across my lap.
"What are you up to?" Oliver asked as he sat back down.
"Some gibber-di-gibber about turning a tortoise into a tea kettle or something…" I was biting my quill, which was becoming an even smaller stub everyday.
"Are you ever going to get a new quill?"
I ignored him. "Why would anyone ever need to know this?" I was astounded that our "wise" professors would give us such a stupid assignment.
"Because, incase you're on a tortoise farm and you'd like a cup of tea, but have no teapot, that's your solution." Oliver answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Finally out of my edgy mood, I laughed. We both finally finished our homework by 9:45 and completely stuffed.
"So, you think we'll go all the way this year, Kat?"
I smiled, how did I foresee this? I didn't have to look into my crystal ball or anything.
"Of course"
"You said that last year," I sighed, "and the year before that," he pointed out, "and the year before that and the year before that"
"Ok, I give up! Is there anything wrong with being optimistic about things?"
"No, but the year before that you-"
"Oliver! Every year I think we'll go all the way. Even when I was a first year, when I wasn't even on the team, I thought we would go all the way"
"I thought you were on the team when you were a first year"
"No, I was a second"
"And Harry was a first"
"No, Harry came the year after that. He's two years younger than me"
Oliver groaned, "My god, I'm only 16 and I'm losing my memory"
"I thought you were 17"
"Not until the end of November"
"I knew that"
"I'm sure," he laughed. "I think we're over worked"
"Agreed," and we cheered to that with our bottles of butter beer.
I stood up after a few minutes, stretched and yawned. "Well, I'm gonna go to bed," I looked at the table where there was still some food, "need help cleaning up?"
"No, I got it," he said smiling,standing up and handing me my bag.
"Thanks, for everything"
"For what? Throwing you in a shower? Anytime"
"Har har, Oliver Wood," I said as I climbed the stairs to the girls dorm. "night"
"Night, Sleeping Beauty," he called softly from the common room.
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