Oh, I realized a mistake, but I'm too lazy to go back and fix it. In the last chap. I said it was November 9, but it was really December 9th. I thought if I told you here all would be fine and dandy, most of you probably didn't pick it up though.
Ok, I'll stop rambling and start writing now!
December 15, Friday, potions
Well, I guess Alicia and Angelina have kept their mouths shut because as of now, there are no rumors flying around the school about what happened. Amen.
End of potions
Apparently the teachers don't know either because they keep piling homework on me. Did I mention Professor Lupin is out sick so Snape is covering for him? No? well that means I have four periods of Snape every other day! It's killing me!
And 24 inch essay on werewolves? Who gives a damn about werewolves? I for one don't! why do I need to recognize them? What am I doing? Roaming around the woods looking for werewolves? Besides, Snape doesn't even have right to assign us homework in D.A.D.A.! He's not the damn teacher!
tell me about it…
go away Fred
…no
Right before dinner
Ugh! So-o-o-o-o-o much homework!
So I was sitting at my favorite table in the library when Alicia and Angelina came in, looking oddly happy/giddy.
"Oh no, oh no no no no!" I slapped my hand over my cheek as they sat down, I still had a cut there, nothing big, "I am NOT going back to the hospital wing"
Alicia laughed slightly, "No silly, we know you've been feeling down..."
"So we thought we'd get you something to cheer you up." Angelina finished happily.
I think my ears perked up like three feet, "Chocolate?"
"No..."
"Candy?"
"No..."
"Butter beer?"
"No..."
I rattled my brain. "What?"
They were smiling very slyly and Alicia started to unfold what looked like a photograph.
"NO! Hell no!"
"What?" Alicia asked innocently enough, continuing to unfold the photo.
"I am NOT going on a date!"
"But why not?" Angelina moaned.
"Don't I have enough on my plate?" I asked realistically, well, I thought I did.
That shut them up, for now.
Don't get me wrong, Alicia and Angelina are the best friends a girl could ask for. But I hate it, HATE it, when they try and get me a boyfriend. Once Alicia set me up with one of her cousins…I don't even know what to say about it, it was that bad.
9 pm.
Oliver Wood is constantly surprising me. Sometimes it's bad, and sometimes it's good. Like practice, that was a bad surprise, he worked us like dogs for almost four hours! FOUR! And what happened after practice, that was a good surprise, in a bad way. Actually, it wasn't that much of a surprise, but it still made me smile once the initial shock was over.
We all trudged back into the main entrance way, our bags over our shoulders, but still in our Quidditch robes. (Saturday is wash day) And there was this group of Slytherins near the entrance to the dungeons.
"They think they could actually win?" came one girl's voice.
"Hey Marcus, didn't you…with that Katie Bell…?" a boy laughed
"Yeah," said a voice, that I would rather forget, chuckling. "Boy, was she-"
My cheeks must have been the same color as my robes. I looked down at the floor and started to walk again. But before I took two steps someone placed a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and it was George. I looked at the rest of my friends and they were all watching Oliver march across the entrance towards the Slytherins, mud flying off him.
I couldn't move and I couldn't say anything. I just stood there, my jaw hanging down to the floor, and watched as Oliver disappeared into the group of Slytherins. Then the girl who spoke first screamed and the rest of us sprinted over to where a circle had formed around Oliver and Marcus. Marcus had blood dripping from his nose.
"Take that back," Oliver growled at Flint, both of his hands were in fists.
"Take what back?" boy was he macho…
Oliver punched him in the face again, "You know damn well! Now take it back!"
Flint took two swings at Oliver, the first one he missed and the second hit his cheek. I knew how that felt. Oliver barely moved and punched Flint in the gut and face again before he knew what hit him.
Flint fell on the floor against one of the walls. "Protecting your girlfriend, are you?"
I didn't hear that though. I was looking at the other Slytherins, about ten, and realized that they all had their wands out, covered by the sleeve of their robes. I nudged Fred and nodded my heads to the Slytherin girl next to me. Fred nodded, 15 seconds later, the whole team had slipped their wands out from their bags. All but one, Oliver.
But George was carrying Oliver's bag and had his wand in one hand and Oliver's in his other. Worst came to worst, we were outnumbered, but they were all cavemen.
Flint was saying some crap when I realized his hand had gone back into his pocket, here we go.
Flint had drawn his wand and shot a spell at Oliver. Thank God Oliver has keeper reflexes, because that spell would've hit him in the face, instead it scraped his cheek. George tossed Oliver's wand to him, and without looking, Oliver caught it and aimed at Flint's chest. In two seconds it went from two captains having a fist fight to almost complete chaos. Everyone had their wands raised, waiting for something to happen between the two captains.
Flint was still shocked, his wand was pointed harmlessly away from Oliver. Oliver, on the other hand, was towering over Flint, in his scarlet Quidditch robes, with his wand pointed at Flint's chest and the darkest look imaginable.
Flint dropped his wand which clattered on the floor, but Oliver held his still.
"Hehe.." Flint managed, "so, Oliver…heheh-"
"Stupefy," a red spell went straight into his chest and he was out like a light, slum bag.
The next second we dropped our bags and faced the closest Slytherin. I would've blasted them all.
But, seeing as McGonagall, Flitwick, and Snape came out of the teacher's lounge that very second, I never had the chance. We kind of forgot that the teacher's lounge was connected to the entrance way.
"What is GOING ON?" Professor McGonagall asked in a shrilly voice. Looking over the mayhem which was 6 of the 7 players of the Griffindor Quidditch team, still in scarlet robes about to duel 9 Slytherins now that Flint was knocked out on the floor.
"Er…" was the immediate reply she received from all the students.
"Apparently, your Quidditch team was trying to duel my Slytherins," Snape said in a cold voice next to her. "Maybe we should revoke the team..."
"Nonsense!" I couldn't tell who she was more mad at, us or Snape for making such a suggestion. "Can you count! They're clearly outnumbered! Why would they think to do such a thing? They-"
She took a deep breath before she could get anymore worked up. "None the less, ten points deduction from their house for every student present. So that's 100 from Slytherin and 60 from Griffindor," I watched the rubies in our hourglass, "and detention on Wednesday, after dinner"
I stood still, not daring to believe we got off that easy. I looked over to Angelina, who somehow got back to back with me, who looked just as shocked.
Eventually one of the Slytherins crawled back into dungeons, and the rest followed suite, leaving Marcus on the floor. He deserves it…
We decided we better bring Oliver to the hospital wing, we had no clue what spell Marcus used, so we figured better safe than sorry.
Oliver was a lot more cooperative than I was, he didn't even need a mental patient bed.
"So," Alicia said once Madame Pomphrey left to go find something or another, "does anyone else believe that we got off that easy?"
We all laughed lightly.
"It's because we're on the Quidditch team, you know," Fred pointed out.
"Who cares?" I asked, hugging the scarlet robes I was still wearing, "this is the ultimate safety seat"
Damn, I love those robes.
"Can we have a go at him now?" George asked, "Now that his face is a pulp"
Oliver laughed, "Have fun"
"Oh, don't worry-"
"We will," his twins added, identical mischievous grins on their faces.
I smiled, God knows what they're going to plan.
After 8:30 Madame Pomphrey ushered us all out, something like we're ridiculously muddy and how is Oliver supposed to get any rest, blah blah blah.
But little does she know I'm coming back, with food.
12 am
Sneaking back into the hospital wing isn't that hard. Madame Pomphrey doesn't even lock the door…hmm, Fred and George'll like to know that. Bwhahaha!
Ok, anyway. And those house elves in the kitchen really love me. They're so cute and adorable! I've got to get me one of those. Yeah, like I'm that rich.
"No fruit?" Oliver asked after I laid the spread of food on his lap.
"There's pineapple"
"Does that count as fruit?"
"Of course it does! It's my favorite!" I sighed, hey, no one disses pineapple around me. "And if you don't like it I'll go back to the kitchen and go get some apples, and pears, and grapes, and oranges, and strawberries"
I stood up from the chair next to his bed. I was about to turn around when he grabbed my hand.
You see, here I was expecting something along the lines of 'it's ok, you don't need to go' or something like that.
"Don't forget peaches," he smiled.
I sighed, rolled my eyes, but his smile is so god damn contagious I couldn't help but smile too,"Alright, Mr. Healthy, I'll go get you every fruit imaginable."
So I picked up the delicious spread of food ever imaginable and went back to the kitchen.
"Mr. Wood doesn't like our food?"
"Why does he not want the food?"
"Is the food not good enough for Mr. Wood?"
Maybe they're not so cute after all. I mean, I was standing in a crowd of house elves who were either angry/upset/confused by the fact that Oliver only wanted fruit and the others were either running into things, hitting themselves, and one almost threw themselves in the stove. I grabbed the last one before house elf was tomorrow's main course.
"Now listen," I said, holding the squirmy house elf, "Oliver loves the food you cooked for him. It's just that he is-er-injured and only wants fruit. He asked me to get every fruit imaginable"
The house elf I was holding jumped out of my hands and back into the kitchen, not any where near the stove thank God.
Let me tell you, all that fruit was heavy. They gave me like 5 apples/peaches/pears/oranges/plums, 4 things or grapes, like a branch of strawberries/raspberries/blueberries/wild berries, 2 coconuts, cut up pineapple, and a bunch of crazy looking fruit I didn't even know what to call.
"So," Oliver asked, his new spread of food on his lap, holding up one of the odd fruit, "what exactly is this?"
I had my arms folded on the bed, and my forehead resting on the top arm, my face in-between them.
I looked up, "You're eating it"
Oliver chuckled, then took a bite. "this is pretty good. Try some"
He offered it to me, it was red and had yellow swirls on it. "This isn't like the poison apple in that muggle movie, is it?"
Oliver laughed, "it's really good"
"So was the poisin apple"
"Would the house elves really give you something poisoned?"
I thought for a moment. First I saw the sweet little things willing to give me food, then the frantic/screaming/throwing themselves into wall house elves after I told them what he said.
"Yeah, I think they would"
Oliver laughed, was I really that funny?
"I promise, it's fine"
I sighed, "Oh, alright"
I dunno what that fruit was, but it was delicious.
"Oh my God," I said, looking at the thing after I swallowed, "it's like an apple and a peach mixed in one"
After a hour, almost all the fruit was consumed. Oliver even had some pineapple.
"So this is how many times I've landed you in the hospital wing?"
Oliver laughed, "Twice, I think"
"Boy, you better stay away from me"
"Never."
there you go guys! the fight you've been waiting for! too badI don't write fights that well...hmmm.
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