Hehehe, so-many-reviews! Love you all to itty bitty pieces!
So it seems, everyone wants to know what Oliver and everybody else got Katie and I'll try to fit it in here…somehow…
Ok, now onward!
December 27, 3 pm, Wednesday
"So…What are we going to do?"
We were all sitting in the twins' room. Me and Angelina were playing with some pranks, Alicia was talking to George, and Oliver and Fred were moseying about.
"I've got it!" Fred announced, perking up, "let's prank Percy!"
Everyone snapped out of what they were doing and looked at Fred.
"All in favor," George said, "say 'Aye'."
"Aye," six voices chorused.
"All who oppose," George said, "say 'Nay'."
I think I heard some crickets chirp.
"Well, it's settled."
So in five minutes we found ourselves in the kitchen, baking cookies.
"So, can I ask why we're baking cookies?" Angelina asked, a blotch of flour on her face.
"Well," Fred said proudly, "Where going to put several Puking Pastries, Nose-Bleed Nuggets, and several other pranking inventions of our genius, into the cookies."
"When it's all said and done," George said, "Percy will be sick in bed for the rest of break, mum will be none the wiser, and we will be Scott free."
"Thanks to our geniuses."
"Don't flatter yourself…" I muttered and Oliver chuckled.
We had turned the kitchen into a disaster area. We decided to make stations. You know, one to make the batter, one to mix the batter, one to plop the cookie dough onto the pan, one to put the pranking objects in, and another to cook it. We decided to make only two pans with pranks in them ( "one for dear Percival, and one for future profits" Fred had said) and three regular.
Me and Oliver were at the mixing one, flour everywhere. I wiped some off my cheek, but I only made it worse. Oliver was worse off, Fred had accidentally spilt a cup of it on him, it completely covered his left temple and a lot of his hair.
I swiped my hand on the end of his hair and flour flew off like dust.
"It's a nice look for you," I smiled.
"Speak for yourself," he said as he wiped a floury hand on my right cheek.
Five pans of cookies, a mess of a kitchen and almost three hours later, we were finished.
"Scourgify," Oliver said with a casual flick of his wand and the kitchen returned to it's usual spotlessness as did we all.
We poured ourselves glasses of milk and started to enjoy the result of our hard work, the safe ones, not the ones filled with pranks.
"Do I smell cookies?" Percy called from the next floor up.
The twins smiled devilishly.
"Yeah," Fred said as George piled a bunch of the prank ones on a plate, "come on down, we saved you some!"
We heard Percy come down the stairs, "Really?" he asked as he sat down. Pranked cookies right in front of him.
We all nodded and got back to our cookies, trying not to laugh.
"You see," Percy said to his twin brothers, "isn't it much easier to treat me with respect instead of pulling pranks on me all the time?"
I tried not to laugh but it came out as a demented snort. Oliver covered for me though.
"Bless you, Kat."
"Ah, yes, Bless you Katie," Percy continued, turning once again to his brothers, "But don't you think I'm right?"
"Of course," Fred said as Percy bit into a cookie.
"How very wrong we were indeed," George nodded.
I snorted dementedly again.
"You really should see a doctor, Katherine," he turned to his twin brothers, "I knew you would see the errors in your way," Percy said looking around, "is everything ok? You all seem rather qui…"
His face turned so green that if you put him in the woods with brown robes on, you would mistake him for a tree or something. His slammed his hand over his mouth and ran into the connecting bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
"Percy?" Fred asked in a voice very much like his mother's, "Percy, are you ok in there?"
You could hear him being sick.
"You don't sound so good," George agreed.
Five minutes later, Percy was in his bed, Mrs. Weasley fussing over him.
"What happened dear?" She asked, putting a thermometer in his mouth.
"I don't know, mother," he said, still looking rather green, "I just had a cookie and then…"
"Darling, what cookies?"
We were currently cowering in the hall, "WHAT, DID YOU DO, TO MY SON?"
"I thought we were your sons too…" Fred muttered.
"I don't know!" George voiced over his twin, "we all had some of the cookies, he's the only one that got sick!"
In two seconds, Mrs. Weasley was scouring the twins room.
"WHERE, ARE THEY?"
"They what?" Fred asked.
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL! THE COOKIES!"
"We gave them to you!" George pointed out.
"YOU KNOW I MEAN THE PRANKED ONES YOU GAVE PERCY!"
Wow, she caught on fast. But we had already stashed all the pranked cookies in the attic with the ghoul. More like Me and Alicia, Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let Fred and George out of her sight.
"How the hell did we get off that easy?" Fred asked his twin after Mrs. Weasley left us in their room, unable to find any cookies.
"I have no idea," George said, laying on his mattress, which was currently on the floor with the all the sheets ripped off.
Fred looked around at their room, it looked like a bomb exploded. "She doesn't expect us to clean all this up, does she?"
George snorted, "like it would ever happen."
December 30, 1 am, New Year's eve, (Well, I suppose it's January 1st, New Year's day, but I really don't give a damn right now.)
After dinner I was upstairs in my furnace room, laying on the bed, and listening to the new Weird Sister's CD Angelina got me. Normally I'm not much of a fan of them, but the songs on this one aren't half bad. Then George came running in.
"Hey," he said, "we're all going to have partners and at midnight we're all going to kiss for good luck. Oh, and as seeing as me and Fred are paired up with Alicia and Angelina, that leaves you and Oliver, got it?"
That's what he said, but with my head phones on, it sounded more like "we're all going to have partners an-I need you more than eveeeeeeeeeee-for good luck-why did you have to go? And leave me all a-loooooonnnnnnne-Paired up with Alicia-still trying to get over you-Oliver, got it?"
Ya, the italics is the lyrics to the song I was listening to. I know, not one of their best. So what I heard made no sense: that George needed me more than ever for good luck, why did I leave him all alone paired up with Alicia and he was still trying to get over Oliver. So, I decided to humor him.
"What ever you say, George."
So I looked at the ceiling, fingering the necklace of a miniature broom Oliver gave me and wondering why the hell George was trying to get over Oliver and if I was lucky or something. I was still listening to the Weird Sisters so a few more lyrics got tossed in with my thoughts and made an even bigger mess.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
We were all in the living room, getting close to 12, I guess, wearing the sweaters Mrs. Weasley made. Speaking of the living room, it's very quaint. There's a long couch in front of the fireplace, which was currently cracking merrily, two arm chairs on one side of the couch, and a love seat on the other. Oh, and there's an old classical radio that was currently playing some singer Mrs. Weasley loved on some station Mrs. Weasley loved. Too bad Mrs. Weasley went to bed like an hour ago, she had warned us not to dare touch her radio. If we did, it would probably fall apart, the thing's ancient.
Any way, Oliver was in the kitchen getting butter beers for everyone and George had just told me the message again.
"What are YOU talking about?" he asked surprised, "I told you earlier!"
"I had my head phones for crying out loud!" I had stopped myself from throwing my hands in the air, "do you really think I heard a word?"
"Well, why did you agree?"
I groaned angrily throwing my hands in the air, admitting defeat with self control going straight out the window, and went to go help Oliver. Where George came in and repeated the same message, again. They all like to see me worked up, I know it.
I wanted to sink into the floor and never come up.
"You ok, Kat?" Oliver asked.
I snapped out of my trance and picked up the three butter beers left on the counter, "Of course." and we walked back into the living room, where certain doom awaited me.
A few minutes, later the 30 second countdown began on the radio.
30...
Oliver was standing next to me, he took the butter beer out of my hands and put it on the coffee table.
28...
By now my heart was racing a million miles an hour.
25...
"Are you sure you're ok with this?" Oliver asked, both of my hands in his.I nodded, I knew my mouth wasn't going to work and my voice would fail me.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded again.20...
The next thing I knew, Oliver had dipped me. Dipped me! I was only happy I was wearing a sweater and that he didn't drop me.
I looked around, holding on to his neck and shoulder. "When did you learn this?" I asked with an eyebrow raised smiling.
He shrugged his shoulders, "you pick things up," he smiled.
"Just promise me you'll pick me up if I fall."
He chuckled, "You really think I would drop you?"
I was so low my hair was almost skimming the ground, and my hair is only just past my shoulders. I tightened my grip in response and he chuckled again.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
By the time the lady on the radio had finished the count down, Oliver had brought me back up and kissed me. It was kinda long for good luck.
"I need the extra luck to win the cup this year," he explained, smiling and blushing slightly.
My cheeks were as hot as the logs in the fire.
HA! There! I gave in to every one of your demands!
I cannot tell you how glad I am that I started this chap yesterday, I came hom,e from camp so dead beat tired, I thought I wouldn't finish it, but it kept nagging at me so I decided to finish today and not put it off any longer. 8 straight hours of hard core volleyball will dot hat you know…
Oh, and I did have this little tid-bit planned ever since the holidays started, even though I was kinda abrupt going into it with George, but I think I smoothed it over with the lyrics.
So you're not all that powerful! Mwhahaha!
…that doesn't mean you don't review though!