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October 25, Thursday, right after double transfig.
Sorry I haven't written in you for a while.
Ugh, we just got this huge project and guess who I'm paired up with? Marcus Flint! Out of all the people in the world, why him? I mean, his in his seventh year and still hasn't received a fifth year O.W.L. for transfig. How stupid is this boy! He just finished talking to me about how this grade will really help his average. So basically he'll flunk again if I don't do most if not all of the work. Maybe I should let him fail…
3:30, under the big oak
Well, everyone is in agreement that I should let him fail. Now it doesn't sound so bad. But if I let him fail, then I fail. So I'll split the work in half, even give him most of the easy crap and so then I do my part, he does his, I ace, he flunks. Perfect.
4:45
So, here I am, wasting my time on a buffoon…who apparently likes to hit on me. I'm sitting there divvying up the project and he's just starring at me! I don't understand it! I understand potions more than him! And that's saying something.
"So do you want the history or the effects?" I asked, I was trying to be civil.
"Which ever, do you know how pretty your eyes are?"
"History it is," And I write his name down under that section. "well, we're done assigning things, I guess," I double checked the sheet to make sure I didn't forget anything and look up to find him 5 inches closer than before. I shrieked to find him so close and the librarian came over and hushed me. "Marcus, what are you doing"
"What am I doing?" is he trying to be smooth because it really isn't working.
"I dunno, but now you're gonna go and find books on your topics," and I handed him the sheet in wrote down all the sections on.
"Do I have to? Can't I just stay here?" And he inched even closer.
Boy, does he have a way with words or what?
I cocked an eyebrow and I guess I put him down a bit because he actually went in search of books. That made me happy until I saw the books he brought back.
" 'Transfiguration level 1' , 'Transforming 101', 'Transfiguration for Dummies'?" I read off the titles. "Marcus, what section did you look in?"
"Transfiguration"
I put my forefinger and thumb on my temples, "And let me guess, you picked the first three you saw"
"You're so smart"
"Yeah, well you're not in my potions class…"I muttered under my breath. "Try looking for books that go along the lines of 'Dire Consequences of Transforming', 'Transforming One's Self' something like that"
And what do you know, they were real books. Go figure…
Another bonus, I moved his chair back to where it originally was and then some.
We actually got some work done, well, at least I did. I think Flint was admiring his new chocolate frog cards…
I've got practice in about a hour and I still haven't even started any of my other home work. I've got a mountain of home work and I'm still stuck in this library with a pimple-faced-greasy-haired-rotten-toothed-brainless-idiot! Argh! I still haven't eaten! I guess I'll grab an apple in the Great Hall before I head over to the pitch. And I know practice is going to "accidentally" going to run late.
Speaking of practice…
5:45
Oliver is my all around hero, savior, and what ever else would fit perfectly here!
He found me sitting at a table stuffed in the back of the library, no not our favorite, around a quarter to five, pulling half of my hair out of my head and trying to do work at the same time as Marcus inched even closer.
I was trying to think of a good wording for one of my topics. I guess I was biting my lip because Flint said, "Do you know that you bit your lip when you're thinking?"
If only he was that observant in class.
I was about to say some smart alic comment when Oliver came over.
"There you are, Kat, I've been looking everywhere" he seemed out of breath, "Angelina said you might be here," I knew he knew I would be here, I told him, twice. "I'm sorry but an opening came up so we can use the pitch for another45 minutes"
"So why didn't you tell me at practice?"
"Because it's 45 minutes earlier." I cocked an eyebrow, "I know, it's really last minute." he apologized.
This was so unlike Oliver, he never ever ever ever (!) did anything last minute. Especially with practice, that was the only way to ensure everyone would be there. If he changed it last minute, it was common knowledge that neither of our beaters would show up. They would say something like they had 'previous engagements' or some other bull.
I was about to say something when I caught a quick wink from Oliver.
"Oh, really?" I asked pretending to be upset, I looked over to Marcus who seemed to have moved two inches closer when I wasn't looking, "Sorry, Marcus, I guess we have to cut this short"
"I thought you said we'd have until 5:30?"
"Well, things change," I collected my books with such speed I didn't know existed, "sorry," I called over my shoulder as I followed Oliver out of the library.
"Oliver, you're a god above gods!" I said throwing my arms around his shoulders. "You saved me from another 45 minutes with that creep!"
"I figured you could use a break," he said shrugging his shoulders when I let go, "besides, you have your own home work, why do his? Oh, and I'm making it a point to make sure that you eat before practice," He added half way down the stairs.
"I was going to eat!" I protested stubbornly.
"You were supposed to end half past, that would have only given you 15 minutes to get to practice. When were you planning to eat?"
"I was going to grab an apple on my way over"
"Well, at least it was something healthy," I saw him smile out of the corner of his mouth. "Come on, you can do your work at dinner"
"How was Flint?" Fred asked, we had all apologized ages ago at the same time. I really mean the same time. We all said sorry at the same second, and laughed afterwards at our stupidity.
"A monster," I said as me and Oliver sat across form him and his twin.
"So how many pimples does he have these day?" George asked from next to Fred
"You know I'm gonna try and eat dinner. Be kind"
"That much hu?" Alicia asked as she sat down to my right
"Katie Bell, about to eat a dinner?" Angelina asked, sitting in-between Fred and George, "And at a reasonable time? I don't believe it"
I got my self a plate of chicken and was about to take a bite when Fred and George started a commentary.
"Now watch as she takes her first bite," Fred said in a hushed whisper sounding very excited.
"Oh, oh, here it goes!" George said, bouncing up and down on the bench.
"Look at that posture!"
"No wonder she has such great form!"
I threw down my fork and glared at the twins smiling as Lee Jordan cam and sat in between Fred and Angelina.
"Will you two stop it, commentating is my job," Lee put an arm around Angelina's shoulders, "Isn't that right, baby"
Angelina pushed him off the bench backwards and Fred moved back to his usual seat. Lee stood back up. "Why do you refuse to go out with me?" he asked Angelina, practically yelling.
"Because I have a boyfriend," she answered, not even looking at him.
Lee's jaw dropped, "Since when? I thought we had something special!"
"Exactly what did we have, I mean besides a mutual commenter-player relationship?"
"I'm not sure, but I'll find out," and he walked away.
"So who do you guys have as partners for the transfig. project?" I asked, looking up from my work.
"Some Hufflepuff, Cedric Something-something…" Fred trailed off.
"Cedric Diggory?" Oliver offered.
"That's the one. How do you know him?"
"He's the seeker on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team," his voice started to rise, "you know the one, the team we're playing in less than two weeks! Have you been paying attention at all!"
"Yes!" we all said at once.
"Ok, repeat one thing I said about our up coming game"
"We were supposed to be playing Slytherin, but Malfoy is making a big deal out of nothing so now we're playing Hufflepuff-"Angelina started.
"-who has a completely different flying style-"Alicia continued.
"-and Cedric is larger than normal seekers so he has weight to shove around. So if Harry gets in front of him, we're golden." I finished.
Oliver looked happier. Score one. Oh, Oliver is reading over my shoulder and telling me we have to leave for the pitch. Gotta go!
After practice
I love flying. I don't have a clue what I would do with out it. Plus, it's the ultimate way to relieve stress and hatred towards a certain professor and a certain buffoon. Yup, Snape and Flint.
Thank god we had a good practice. It's so close to our first match that if we didn't, Oliver would eat us for dinner and spit us up in time to play. We've been practicing the team play with a lot of others. The only problem is that's kinda hard to juggle a bludger long enough to hit the keeper. And we can't practice hitting the keeper because we can't exactly take out our only one and our captain at the same time. But other than that we've got every thing down pat. Those Hufflepuffs better watch out because we're gonna hit them so hard they won't have a clue.
October 31, Saturday, Halloween morning, 9 maybe
only one more hour and I'll be in Honeydukes, candy galore! Then Zonko's and the Shrieking Shack and all that other good stuff. One more hour…just one…
Lunch
Oh my God, I died and went to heaven.
We're all in the Three Broomsticks drinking butter beer, eating at least some of our candy, or pulling pranks in Fred and George's case. Nothing is better than Hogsmeade, I'll tell you that. I'm gonna retire here, or live here under some sort of situation.
Poor Harry though. His stupid muggle guardians never signed the papers. Oliver was upset about this because he wanted to go over something with us all, not that he was missing out on a great treat.
"But I guess we'll have to wait 'till we get back." He concluded and the rest of us all cheered with our mugs of butter beer. "Are you guys ever serious about Quidditch?"
"Oliver," I groaned, we all did.
"It's just that you are far more obsessed than us," Fred explained and Oliver shot him a look but he was smiling out of the corner of his mouth. Team:1, Oliver:0! Zip! Nada! hahaha!
…so I'm in a good mood, so what?
3 in the morning, so I guess it's October 2nd hu?
Sirius Black attacked the Fat Lady! How the hell did he get in! Why do we have the dementors then! They're not doing anything if he got in!
Ok, maybe I should explain more.
We all got back from Hogsmeade (4-ish?) happy, windswept, and a little more than cold, but no one paid the cold any mind. We went up to the common room, dropped all our stuff off and went back down to the feast. Which was great! I might add. So much food. Even though we stuffed ourselves with candy and butter beer all day, we always have room for Hogwarts desserts and dinners.
We went back up to the portrait after but it was already crowded with tons of people.
"What is going on?" I asked, a little more than a whisper.
"You've got me," Fred said from behind me.
Then Percy shoved through. "Excuse me! Head boy coming through! Excuse me, I'm Head boy!" he pushed past me roughly and I couldn't catch myself because it was so crowded so I would've fell down the stairs if Oliver hadn't caught me at the last second.
"No offense," Oliver said to the twins while he helped me regain my balance by placing a steady hand on my back, "Your brother can be a prick at times"
"At times?" Fred asked, "That's considered a compliment"
"We thought he was a prick all the time," George explained.
We all laughed. Percy is a world renounced pain. And now that he's head boy, his ego has only grown.
"But what is going on?" Angelina asked, "Did some one forget the password?"
"I don't think everyone could've forgot," Alicia said. "But then again, the password just changed since the semester's over and maybe the first years forgot"
Just then Percy screamed, "Some one go get the head master! Now!" and a bunch of first years went and did his bidding. The first years were back with Dumbledore. He didn't need to push past because everyone made room. A few minutes later Peeves the Poltergeist said loud enough for everyone to hear, "He has a bad temper, that Sirius Black"
Dumbledore immediately led us all to the Great Hall where the rest of the Houses were soon gathered.
"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Dumbledore said as all the doors were being shut. "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately, send word with one of the ghosts." He was about to leave when he added, "Oh, you'll be needing these…" and with a flick of his wand the four long tables slammed up against the wall and thousands of purple squishy sleeping bags appeared on the floor.
We all grabbed sleeping bags and as we were trying to find somewhere in a corner to sleep Fred pointed out, "Hey, look at Perc, I think his ego got twenty times larger in the past 3 seconds"
Percy was pacing around with his chest thrusted out so his head boy pin shone in the candle light. "lights out in ten minutes!" he was shouting and he told off some first years.
"I hope it doesn't get any bigger because there won't be any more room for any body else"
We all laughed and found a spot in a corner and laid our bags in a circle.
"You think they'll find them?" Alicia asked, she was on my left.
"Well, the whole school knows he's here," Oliver said from my right, "I doubt he would stay"
"But how the hell did he get in?" George asked, across from me.
"Maybe a secret passage…?" Angelina offered from the other side of Alicia.
"But Fred and George know all of them," I said, "And there's only one coming from Honeyduke's cellar that Filch doesn't know about. And Black can't exactly waltz in."
"There's also one from the Shrieking Shack to the Whomping Willow," Fred said from the other side of Oliver, "But why would anybody go in either?
"We tried once, remember?" he twin reminded him.
Fred sighed, "Good times as first years…good times"
"What are you talking about!" Angelina shrieked, "You both almost got us all expelled"
"But the important thing is that we didn't," Fred pointed out.
"Lights out!" Percy shouted from the other side of the hall and all the candles went out at once.
Yeah, like that would stop us.
We pretended to fall asleep every time Percy walked past, but Fred or George would just happen to flail in there sleep. Either making Percy trip, kick him in the shins or some thing else. It was really a sight. Percy would get all red and seemed to puff up like a bird.
Eventually the twins, and Angelina fell asleep. Alicia was soon to follow.
I looked overat Oliver. He was laying on his back, his hands behind his head, just staring at the enchanted ceiling. It was a clear night and the stars reflected in his eyes.
"So what do you think?" I asked softly.
He turned his head and looked at me, I was on my side, "That we better win the game"
"Oliver," I groaned, "I meant about the fact that there's a murderer in the school, you know the one, Hogwarts, ring a bell?"
He smiled out of the corner of his mouth before looking back up at the ceiling, "He's long gone, he wouldn't linger." he looked back over at me, "So how's working with Flint?"
"You had to remind me? He drains all of my energy," I paused, "Oh, and he tries to hit on me"
Oliver rolled over on his side, his face a few inches from mine. "What did he say?"
Oh boy, he was angry. He was trying to hide it but he was never really good at hiding his emotions.
"Just stupid things," I rolled on my back.
He leaned over me, "Like what?"
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling, "Like 'you have pretty eyes', 'did you know that you bit your lip when you're thinking?', and he's always inching closer. But when he gets up I push his chair back like four feet," I looked back over at Oliver who was now scowling, "It's really nothing, he tries to be smooth and things like that, but it never works. I just get angrier at him"
"I'm going to rip his head off at the game"
"Oliver, it's really nothing," I paused, "But be my guest if you want to touch that disgusting thing, he'd probably look better without it"
Oliver laughed and finally dropped the subject, rolled back on his back and looked back up at the stars.
Well, I'm about to fall over, and Oliver is reading over my shoulder, so I'm gonna try and get some sleep.
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