November 10, Tuesday, 3 I think
So much homework, so much…Ahh…
On a happier note, I got an 'O' on my transfiguration project and Flint got a 'P'. he just came and asked me what I got. Boy was he mad. Not a good thing after I 'dumped' him-yeah, like I would ever go out with him. Oh well.
So much homework…
Oh look, here comes my god…
5:30
Yes, Oliver is my god incase anyone was wondering.
I was watching the Quidditch game in the grain of the table when he sat down next to me.
"Need help?"
"Yeeeees," I groaned. I knew he knew that I knew nothing about what I was supposed to know already. Wait, does that make sense?
"Help me in herbology?"
"Fine, just save me"
Oliver smiled and pulled back on my shoulders so I sat up.
"Why do they do this to me?"
"Do what?" Oliver asked.
"Give a ton of homework on the nights I have practice? I mean, everyday I don't, I have only some small thing to do. When I do have practice I have a Mt. Everest of homework"
"They hate us all," he couldn't have been more right.
I laughed and pulled out his herbology book and opened to the marked page. "What do you have to do?"
"Draw some kind of plant"
I cocked an eyebrow, "And why couldn't you do this?"
"Because I don't know which plant"
"Paying attention would help"
"No, she gave us a list of clues or some thing and we have to find out what plant and draw it"
"Ah," I never get neat little assignments like that.
Here were the clues:
I hate the sun and live in dark dank places
Get in my way and I'll kill you (harsh much)
I have no flowers and no thorns
wow, I think he got the easiest thing in the world.
"Oliver, you dunce, it's the devil's snare!"
Oh my god, he's never gonna pass his N.E.W.T.S…
"You're kidding," he said looking over the clues. "But it says it has no thorns"
"The devil's snare doesn't have any thorns"
"So how is it going to kill me?"
"By strangling you," I said, finding a picture of it in his book. "Now help me with potions."
Little bit after midnight
I don't think practice could've run any later.
It was our first practice since the match and Oliver is working us harder than ever.
Unfortunately Harry's broom was totaled and had to use one of the school's brooms, a Comet 1. That thing is ancient. I think it's older than me…
Oliver already gave him tons of magazines and is pressuring him to buy the most expensive broom out there. A Firebolt. I told him off already.
"Harry is not going to empty out his vault for a broom!"
"Why not?"
"Because he still has to get through school, not to mention afterwards!"
"But just think-!"
"I am thinking! I'm thinking what the hell will Harry do when he has no more money because you told him to go empty his vault on a broom!"
"He'll get a job!"
"Oliver! Get your head out of the clouds and back down to earth! He's 13! Who's gonna hire him so he can pay for school?"
"I would!"
"But you don't own a business!"
The team was watching us fight and laughing at the same time.
"What is so funny?" we both snapped at once.
"You two fight like a married couple," Fred said laughing.
"What!" once again we snapped at the same time then glared at each other and then back to the team, "Do not!"
They just flew away laughing hysterically.
"Get back up there Bell!"
When Oliver uses someone's last name, it's normally not a good thing. I glared at him before flying off to the other side of the feild.
I was cooling down when Oliver started up again around eight. "Harry, the Firebolt is-"
I was hovering next to George. I snatched his bat out of his hands, "Oliver Wood, if you don't stop harassing Harry I swear to god-!"
"-that you'll what? Hit me?"
I did. A bludger came buy and I swung it at him. I honestly didn't think that I would get him, but it did. It hit him right in his torso and he got knocked off his broom. I was just lucky that he was only 20 feet from the floor and that it had rained the other day so the ground was soft.
I think my eyes completely took over my head and I dropped the bat which fell to the ground.
"Nice shot," George said softly.
"OLIVER!" I screamed as I pelted down the field. All I could think was: I killed my captain I killed my captain I killed my captain! I killed Oliver! I knocked him off his broom and I killed him!
It seemed to take forever to reach the other side of the field to the bottom of the goal post where Oliver was laying.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," I landed next to him. I shook his shoulders, "Oliver!" nothing, "OLIVER!" boy I had really done it, I thought I killed him. Then his eyes fluttered open for a second as the team landed next to me. "Oh thank god, you're not dead"
Oliver smiled cockily before closing his eyes again.
"That was a good shot," Fred said. "Maybe we'll get off tomorrow"
I grabbed his robes by the collar and shook him roughly, "Is that all you can think of? I almost killed him!"
Alicia laughed, "I guess you're forgetting all the times we got hit in the chest"
"But we didn't fall off our brooms!"
"I did once," Angelina said as an after thought.
"I think we should bring him to the hospital wing," Harry said.
"Good idea," and the twins carried him up there, the rest of trailing behind.
So Madame Pomphrey put him in one of the beds and did all this nurse stuff.
They were all going to stay but I wouldn't let them, "I'm the one who almost killed him, I'll stay"
"Are you sure?" Angelina asked.
"Positive, you guys have homework and I'm almost completely finished, go"And they left.
After 15 minutes Oliver still hadn't woken up and I once again came under the assumption that I killed him.
He's never going to wake up! He's dead! He's dead and I killed him!
So you can imagine what I was like when after and hour he didn't wake up.
I killed my captain! I killed Oliver Wood my freaking-kilt-wearing-son-of-a-bitch-captain! I'm gonna have to switch schools! Like any school would take a murderer! I'm gonna have to move back to the states. My grandparents are still there! But will they still love me? No I'll live in the country and off the land. I'll have this nice little burrow and I'll share it with some rabbits. Maybe a few prairie dogs and gophers too... Do prairie dogs eat rabbits?
Around 10:30 I was ready to flee the country.
I'll leave a note telling Alicia and everyone that I'm alright, but I have to leave. I'll leave the note on Oliver's dead body and I hope they understand that I'm leaving because I killed him. Maybe they'll send me some food. I hope they have a nice burial service for Oliver, they should defiantly bury him with his broom, he'd like that.
"Why did I have to kill you Oliver?" I asked aloud, moaning. And I put my hands back over my face.
"Who did you kill?" I dropped my hands and looked around. Besides me and the-so-thought-dead-Oliver, I was the only one hear. "Over here genius"
I looked at Oliver (who I still thought was dead) and realized that he was propped up on his elbows, eyes wide open and smiling. "Oliver!" I threw my arms around him. "I didn't kill you!"
"You thought you killed me?"
"Well, you fell off," I pulled away, "and I'm really really really really really really reaallllly sorry." I threw my arms around him and he held me tight.
"You thought I was dead?" he asked astounded, "your shot was good, but not that good"
He couldn't see it but I was smiling from ear to ear.
I shoulda known Oliver would never be brought down by the game he loves.
But my shot was good.
He pulled away, "How long have you been here?"
"Since we brought you here at eight"
"What time is it?"
I looked at my watch, "Almost 11"
"You've been here for 3 hours?" I thought he was going to go into shock.
"I told you! I thought I killed you! I was about to get out of the country!" Oliver laughed, "it's not funny! I really thought I killed you!"
"Can I get out of here?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I hate the hospital wing… I'm leaving." He was getting out of his bed, but I pushed him back down.
"You're staying here, what if you have a broken rib? It could puncture your lung or something"
He sighed, "Well where's Madame Pomphrey?"
"No idea, I'll go find her"
I eventually found her dozing off in her office and she followed me back out. "
Well, you should be fine, no broken bones, but you'll have an ugly bruise tomorrow," Madame Pomphrey concluded.
"So he's not going to die?" I asked, hey, I had to be sure.
"Heavens no!" Madame Pomphrey laughed, "I suppose you're free to go Mr. Wood," she drew up a pass, "If Filch catches you," she explained.
"So you really thought you killed me?" Oliver asked as we headed back to the common room.
"Well, you were out of it for three hours"
"You didn't see me breathing?"
"I was a little preoccupied with the thought that I did kill you and I was planning to live in a burrow in the country with gophers"
Oliver laughed and placed an arm around my shoulders. "let's go get something to eat," and he steered me towards the kitchen.
We each got a bagel. I got sesame seed with cream cheese and Oliver got egg with butter. We finished our bagels in the kitchen and headed back towards the seventh floor.
"Oliver," I said softly, the third floor maybe, "I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry too"
-HOLD UP, Oliver Wood apologizing to me, again? I'm starting to like this habit.
"I shouldn't have snapped at you," we had stopped in front of a portrait of some old guy sleeping,
"you were right" he sighed
- did he say I was right?
"It's alright, I snapped at you more and put you in a hospital bed, I think we're even," I smiled crookedly.
Once again, before I knew it, I was in Oliver's arms.
I'm starting to like this habit thing- no! no I don't! it's Oliver we're talking about! Stop thinking Katie, stop thinking!
"No more fighting," he whispered in my ear.
"Deal."
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