November 18, Wednesday, after practice.
Ok, so far my week as gone completely down the drain, and Oliver just topped it off with a way-too-long-to-describe-practice, well at least no one almost died.
But good news, the next Hogsmeade weekend is on the last weekend of November (29), last week of term. Yay! I can go Christmas shopping. And the good thing is it's Oliver's birthday right after. So I can a gift for him too!
Ha ha ha! This school has yet to bring me down!
November 21, Friday, under the big oak, 6
It snowed and still going! No one was paying attention in any of my classes, all of our eyes were transfixed at the white flurries, only a pane of glass away. Some of my teachers completely gave up, like Professor Flitwick.
He taught us a charm that would make it snow inside, with out the disadvantages (no cold and it doesn't melt into a watery mess). Professor Lupin was nice about it too. But Snape would die before he let us off the hook. Even though the snow had completely covered the windows to the small dungeon, we still pressed on. Bastard…
As soon as classes ended we ran up to the tower, got changed and meet under the big oak. We built a snowman, which we built in Oliver's likeness, a broom and a sour face. Fred and George pretended that Snowman Oliver was yelling at them.
"What's that, oh dear captain of mine?" Fred asked the mute snowman, "You think I'm the greatest Quidditch player ever? Thank you!" he squealed and walked over to the real Oliver, who was sitting under the tree, "Why aren't you ever that nice to me?"
Oliver laughed before standing up and throwing a snowball at him, that's when all hell let loose. Fred jumped on Oliver, and tried pushing his face in the snow. George threw a snow ball at Angelina so I jumped on him. Then he started giving me a piggyback ride and that was fine and dandy until he 'accidentally' fell on his back. Angelina pulled him off of me so I could breath and Alicia threw a snowball at his face. And it went on like that, until we all fell down in the snow under the oak tree.
"That…was the…best," Fred said breathing heavily. Running around in a foot and a half of snow for a hour is not an easy task.
"Hey, lets make snow angels," Angelina offered.
And like little kids who just got a snow day, we made snow angels.
"The worst part," I said, in the midst of making mine "is when you get up and there is a single hand, right in the middle"
"Here," Oliver, being a-too-cool-for-snow-angels-seventh-year, had finished quickly and offered me a hand. He helped me up and guess what, no hand.
"Perfect," I said softly as we admired my handiwork-that-could've-been-mistakened-for-a-two-year-olds.
After two hours of messing aroundin the snow we headed inside and went up to the common room. Not before stopping at the kitchen and grabbing butter beer, a thermos of hot chocolate, and bags of cookies to bring up with us.
We all got changed into warm, dry sweats and sat on the couches in front of the hearth which had a huge fire going.
"So what cookies do we got?" Fred asked, looking in his, "I've got raisin, uck"
"Oat meal," Oliver checked his bag.
"I've got butter scotch," Angelina offered.
"Peanut butter here," haha, I got my favorite.
"George, what do you have?" Fred asked.
"Ummm, blueberry?" George asked aloud holding up one of his.
"Oh! I got the chocolate chip!" Alicia shouted. Of course we shared though, what are we? Barbarians-not including Fred and George that is.
That's not very nice Katie
Besides, Fred is the real barbarian, not me.
maybe, but you're the perv in the family.
I think you're forgetting Percy.
no, Percy's the prick
well, what did you say I was?
perv
oh
My God, I can't get up for one second with out the twins vandalizing you.
November 22, Saturday, 8 am.
I would've slept in later but I had this bizarre dream and I couldn't get to sleep after wards. Here, I'll tell you after I finish up about last night.
We stayed on the couch in the common room until like 11 at night. Around ten Oliver brings up-what else? -Quidditch.
"So only 5 days until Ravenclaw plays Hufflepuff," he said in what he wanted to be an off hand way.
We all groaned.
Then a little light bulb went off in my head. "Hey, let's make a pool"
"Why do we need a swimming pool right after a snow storm?" Fred asked.
"No, a betting pool," I explained. "Like we all did at the World Cup"
They were all game and I drew up the chart. "Now no skipping out when you have to pay. Oh, and the minimum is 5 sickles." I warned and 5 heads nodding in agreement.
"I'll put in 10 sickles and 5 knuts that Ravenclaw kills Hufflepuff," Oliver said, writing his name and amount down.
"Holding a grudge?" Alicia said smiling.
"No," for the record, Oliver is a terrible, TERRIBLE liar. Eventually we filled up the chart.
"So Oliver," Angelina said, "What do you want for your birthday"
"Like we all don't know," I said mumbling loudly.
Everyone laughed and Oliver playfully punched my shoulder.
"He probably wants us all to empty out our vaults, pitch in and get him a Firebolt," George said.
O
liver almost spat out the butter beer he was drinking, "Don't even bring that up," he laughed.
Then George passed me a beaters bat I just stared at it, "We're waiting on the bludger," he explained.
We all cracked up hysterically.
"So how's Marcus Flint doing these days?" Alicia asked
"Did he get you anymore chocolates?" Angelina added.
"Or is he popping those pimples of his?"
The butter beer in my mouth sprayed across the room at that last one. I instantly placed a hand over my mouth laughing before I did anything else. The room burst into laughter once again.
"Scourgify," Alicia managed through laughs and cleaned up the mess.
"Sorry," I said meekly.
"At least you didn't almost kill anyone," Angelina laughed.
"What is this?" I asked standing up, "Make fun of Katie day?"
"It's always make fun of Katie day," Fred and George said together.
Ok, so I set myself up for that one. I plopped back down on the couch next to Oliver, laughing with everyone else.
Around 10 Alicia and Angelina went to bed, and Fred and George soon followed. Were they leaving me alone with Oliver on purpose? I don't need a boyfriend for crying out loud.
"I hope Ravenclaw, kills Hufflepuff…" I said softly, starring at the fire
"So why didn't you bet on that?" Oliver asked.
"Because just because I want it to happen doesn't mean it will," I sighed, Oliver's arm somehow made it around my shoulders. When did that get there?
"Who says it won't?"
"The facts"
"What facts?"
"Well, the Ravenclaw chasers are better than the Hufflepuff, but the Ravenclaw keeper is weak on his left hoop. So that would be everyone's right and mostly stronger hand," I looked over to Oliver and he was starring at me. "What? Isn't it simple?"
"Why hasn't anybody else pick that up?"
"You mean you haven't?" if he said yes, I dunno what I woulda done.
"No, I have, but no else I know. How'd you figure it out?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "I always shoot lefty before righty. It was harder to get a shoot by him lefty, normally it's the opposite." he was still starring, "gosh, you know I have a brain under all this blonde hair, right?"
Oliver laughed, "yeah I know. I also know it doesn't kick in during potions"
"No, that's when it goes for a walk around the grounds." he laughed again. "so what do you want for your birthday?"
He thought for a second, "Nothing"
"Nothing?"
"Nothing"
"Not even a Firebolt?"
"That's not fair, you can't get me that. I won't let you get me that"
"I just asked what you wanted, not what you wanted from me." I smiled slyly, "gotcha"
So we talked for 45 minutes and I headed up to bed.
"Night, Oliver"
"Night ,Sleeping Beauty," he called softly as I climbed the stairs.
Which is really weird now that I think of it. Not him saying that but how it relates to my dream. I think I was Sleeping Beauty. I don't know, alls I know is that I was running around in a floor length gown and I think a tiara on my head. I can tell you I was not happy. And I was watching Oliver fly above me-in a kilt! A KILT! How bizarre hu? Can you understand now why I couldn't get to sleep?
November 27, Thursday, after dinner
Haha! Ravenclaw flattened Hufflepuff. No really! Ravenclaw was up by 50 and then they caught the snitch! Haha! I wanted Ravenclaw to win. I'm a sucker for grudges.
And so are Fred and George, they threw a small in their dorm for the team. Celebrating the 'conquering of our enemy'. I'm so glad they lost though. Plus, we're about a gillion times better than Ravenclaw and therefore it just proves the pint that we are at least a ga-gillion times better than Hufflepuff. So there. And they did cheat with us.
And now we're not out of the running for the cup! Hufflepuff is though! We can still have our name on the god damn thing! I can't tell you how happy Oliver was. When that Cho girl caught the snitch, I thought he was going to jump off the stands and kiss her he was so happy.
Later in the common room
"You had a dream about me?" Oliver asked, reading my diary, "And I was wearing a kilt?"
We were all in the common room, sitting on the couch and chairs in front of the fire, attempting to do our homework.
I swiped you out of his hands, "If you don't like my bizarre dreams, don't read it"
It was simple enough for him to understand, or so I thought. I started doing my potions-or rather tried doing my potions-again.
"And you were running around in a gown and tiara?" he was reading you again
"Oliver!" I snatched you out of his hands again and hit him over the head with you before stuffing you back in my bag. Sorry!
Oliver rubbed his head, "You didn't have to hit me"
"You didn't have to read my notebook"
"You mean 'your diary?"
"No I mean 'my notebook' to 'write down all my teenage thoughts'," I explained, rolling my eyes at what my mom had said 3 months ago.
Eventually, Alicia finished and went to the library to find a book. Oddly enough George went with her. George read something he doesn't have to? Please. And Angelina and Fred went to go play chess. Leaving me and Oliver on the couch.
I know what they're up to. Oliver isn't my boyfriend! They can leave us alone all they want. Nothing is ever going to happen!
"So what else happened in that dream of yours?" he asked, pretending to help me with potions. I guess he caught on to what everyone else was doing too.
"Didn't you read about it already?" pretending to write something down.
"Yeah, but how do I know that's it?"
"Because I say so and I'm an honest person"
"Your point?"
I sighed and really wrote something down. I still have to finish that stupid homework now that I think about it.
"So, am I in any other dreams of yours?" he asked after a while.
"Sure, why not?" this was getting annoying.
"So I'm in all of your fantasies?"
"Of course, Oliver. What ever inflates your ego"
Oliver laughed lightly, and dropped the subject.
So what if in another dream he was chasing after me like a madman playing the bagpipes?
It meant absolutely nothing right? Hell, like I would believe anything else.
November 28, Friday, 2
"So what is everyone doing for Christmas?" Alicia asked.
"Gosh 'Lic," I said, "it's not even December yet"
Oh, and 'Lic' is pronounced like 'lease'. I know, but that's the only other word I could relate it too.
"Oh, that reminds me," Fred said.
"Mum says you're all invited to spend Christmas with us," his twin finished.
And of course, we all accepted.
Like I would turn down a week and a half of Mrs. Weasley's cooking? I mean my mom and dad are great cooks, but Mrs. Weasley could've opened up a restaurant if she wanted.
We were outside in one of the courtyards
"Brilliant," Fred said gleefully, "Now we can spend the better part of vacation pranking Percy!"
"I'm in," I said raising my hand and everyone else followed suite.
But seriously, who would pass up pranking Percy for almost two weeks?
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