Oh and I started a new story, I know I know, I will finish this one, don't worry. But I have no clue if it's good or not. So when you're done reading this one, go onto my profile and click on 'Puddlemere United', yes that's the title. Yes, I know I'm original…
November 29, Saturday, 9 am
haha haha! 1 more hour! Just one more hour! Oh, I can't wait!
Later
Hogsmeade is the only good and pure thing about Hogwarts. I mean really, they let us go into a town where there is a huge candy shop, the ultimate pranking store, and a haunted house. Honestly, what other school would let their students do that?
And I got Oliver the perfect gift. I mean the perfect gift which I'm not going to say incase some one is going to read this book. So take that Fred and George. And it was snowing there so of course we eventually had a snowball fight.
"I wouldn't be surprised if someone thought we were first years," Angelina said as we sat down in The Three Broomsticks. We were practically dripping wet, but luckily we remembered that drying charm.
Ok, maybe it was Alicia who remembered but that eventually filters to me, so I know it too.
"Good times as first years though," Fred said as he took a sip of butter beer, his eyes glazing over.
"We were so innocent," George added.
We nearly spit out our butter beer.
"You two were never innocent," Oliver said.
"Oh, but we were," Fred rebutted, "until we stole the Marauders' Map"
"Too bad we gave it to Harry…" George trailed.
"What?" half of the people stared at me, "I thought we were next in line for that!"
I motioned to Alicia and Angelina
"Well, Harry needed it more," Fred took another sip of butter beer.
Angelina snorted, "Since when have you been so righteous?"
The twins just shrugged their shoulders.
All of the sudden the warm and cozy pub went cold and silent. And our warm butter beers turned cold. We looked out the window we were sitting next to and outside two dementors hovered past.
"There are dementors in Hogsmeade?" Alicia asked softly and George put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"I guess they're looking for Black here too," Oliver said, still starring out the window.
I hate those damn things.
November 31, Tuesday, 9 pm
Perfect! That is my gift in a nutshell! Perfect!
Anyway, as soon as classes were over we went and got changed, then took that secret passage to Honeyduke's cellar, and then made our way to The Three Broomsticks where we celebrated. Fred and George sang their rendition of 'Happy Birthday' while the rest of us continuously were popping party poppers. I got this long green elf hat.
Hey! It's better than what Alicia and Angelina got. Alicia got this really corny wizards hat and Angelina got a stuffed vulture on a purple bonnet. hehe hehe...
"Hmmm….I could get used to this…" Fred said looking up at his ring leader's hat. It was about two feet too high.
"Ok, one more round of butter beer on me," George said, "and then…presents!"
So we all dished out or presents.
"Here," George said, giving Oliver a package that looked suspiciously like a broom. I swear, if Oliver thought that we would really get him a broom, I would crack up hysterically. But so it happens, it was a broom.
Or a children's broom. You know the kind that only fly two feet off the ground. But George added a little touch and scribbled 'Firebolt' on the side. Oliver starred at his new 'Firebolt' and cracked up laughing like everyone else.
I whipped a tear of laughter out of my eye, "Will you ever let me live that down?" I asked as Oliver opened Fred's gift, a second hand beater's bat and a muggle ball that has 'bludger' written on it in permanent marker.
Everyone in the pub was starring at us we were laughing so loud.
Angelina got Oliver a navy blue tee shirt that said 'Captain' on the front and 'I said "FLY!" not "FALL OFF!" on the back. Oh boy was that dead on…
And Alicia got him a gag agenda book that said things like: Practice, Practice, Harass Team, Practice, Special midnight Practice, New No Eating Diet For Team, Sit On Fat Ass On The Ground And Shout Untrue Insults At Hard Working Team, and other such things that Oliver had already accomplished over the past week.
And me, I gave him a Quidditch team. Our Quidditch team. No, I did not give him the deeds to our soul. I got him this miniature wooden team that I charmed in our likeness. The little Fred and George were back sassing Angelina and Alicia, and the little me was yelling at little Oliver and little Harry was watching us go at it. Eventually the little Oliver yelled at all of us to get back on our brooms and the little us did.
We watched the little us fly around the pub, laughing hysterically. Eventually the little me sent a bludger flying at little Oliver and thankfully missed this time and little Oliver yelled at little me some more.
"I don't have to feed them, do I?" Oliver asked laughing while he gave me a friendly hug.
"No," I answered and he pulled away. "Just take your anger out on them and not at us"
"Amen!" The rest of the team chorused.
Yes, I know it was short. But don't worry I have this huge idea for the next chp and I already have it on paper, but I have to type it up. I'll be back!
remember, go read my other fanfic, I need to know if it's good!