Ha Ha! I finally got 100 reviews! And it only took 19 chapters. Normally here I would say things like 'tsk tsk, it shoulda taken a lot less chaps,' or 'why the hell did it take so long? Shame on you all' but since your all so great…THANK YOU! And no, I'm not being sarcastic for once in my life.
And I'll try and make the chaps longer and get the story moving a little faster, but I figured since it's break, Katie would have more time to write. I'm just figuring. And I'll try and get a hamster in somewhere, lol.
Those who are giving me demands (you know who you are!), I shall give into the as much as possible, but if it changes the whole story and yadda yadda yadda, no can do.
Opps, I'm rambling again. Sorry.
And no one said anything about the George mix up thing! …well, I thought it was funny, and I don't even know where it came from. One of those outta the blue things.
God damn it! I've got to learn to stop rambling and being discursive ('dat was one of the words on my English final, take that educational system!)
Ok, I'll start now…REALLY!
January 1st, 9 am, Sunday
I think if I slept in once in my life cities would crumblllle, and the wooorld would falllll, tooo, pei-ceeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!
Damn Weird Sisters! Get out of my head! Stop playing catchy lyrics with phenomenal music and GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Getting back on track with my life! Gathering up the pieces you destroyed-I SAID GET OUT!
Ok………hey! No lyrics. I can write this no problem.
So I woke up this morning, not by the gentle rays of New Year's light and not by the soft chirping of birds (like there's any in January). Not by some one lovingly saying my name and nudging my shoulder ever so slightly and not because I felt like it, I had every intention of sleeping until noon. But a rather annoying, rasping, loud Tap! changed my plans.
At first I thought it was some random thing, so ignored it, my eyes still closed, and tried drifting back off. No way would the world let me. Then it came again and again with in two seconds. I thought it was an owl with some stupid letter, I thought it could wait so I tried to go back to sleep again. But then the stupid noise came back. So I reluctantly threw off my covers and walked over to the window. Nothing.
"God damn owl…"
Rays of light were just over the horizon. It was early!
I stood in front of the window like an idiot for a few seconds until something came flying at the window. I think I jumped like three feet back and I promptly fell on my butt. I stood up, and walked back over to the window, rubbing my sore little butt. Ok, maybe little isn't the right word.
As I was walking towards it, another thing came flying and I realized it was a pebble. A pebble. I fell back on my butt, because of a pebble. A PEBBLE! I'm a chaser for crying out loud! I get knocked off my broom by sweaty guys, get bludgers soaring towards my face almost everyday of my life and I fell back scared because of a pebble! Ugh, I truly am pathetic at times.
So I opened the window and stuck my head and shoulders out. I was so lucky that the next pebble hit the house wall instead of the window. I looked down and there was-
"OLIVER?"
How the hell did he reach me? I'm like 5 stories up. Oh yeah, he's a keeper. Duh Katie!
He waved his arms, signaling me to come down.
I looked at my watch, kind of accidentally fell asleep with it on. Ok, I always sleep with it on. Happy? And shivered as a strong wind blew up and sent my hair whirling.
"IT'S 5:43!"
He put his hand to his ear. Well duh he couldn't hear me. So I stuck my arms far out the window and pointed to my watch. He was still signaling me down. I sighed exasperatedly so he could see and then nodded in the same fashion like an idiot.
I slammed the window down and threw on the first set of clothes I saw, some sweater, jeans, and of course, my converse. Plus my black petticoat, Griffindor scarf and gloves. Ha! I didn't forget them this time!
I ran quietly down the stairs and out the back door of the kitchen. It must have snowed last night because there was an extra 6 inches on the ground and everything was shimmering, covered in snow.
Oliver was standing in the snow, with his broom in his hand, wearing a sweat shirt and a pair of jeans. He was shimmering too, but no because of the snow.
"Kat-" he started as I finally reached him. But I cut him off.
"Have you been practicing?" I asked, putting a hand on the side of his neck. He felt like a million degrees, his hair was plastered to his forehead and sweat was dripping down his neck and face, drenching the collar of his sweat shirt.
"Kat are-"
"You have, haven't you?" I was starting to get edgy, my hand moved down his neck and around the neckline of his sweater, completely drenched, and stopped at the front. "You don't even have a shirt underneath!" I grabbed his hand and started dragging him back to the house. "Does the word 'eudemonia' mean nothing to you?"
"Kat-"
"You're the one who is always telling us not to get sick, Oliver Wood. And then you do something like practicing in only a sweat shirt in January! At 5 am none the less."
I heard him sigh, and decided to ignore it. "You must be the biggest hypocrite in the world! You're worse than my mom!"
We finally reached the kitchen door, and I shoved him through and into the living room. I grabbed his broom out of his hands, pushed him onto the couch and draped a blanket over his shoulders.
" 'Don't you dare get sick, Kat, we have practice'," I mocked in a shrieky, motherly, version of his voice, " 'how are you going to practice when you're in a hospital bed?' 'I want you all healthy for practice' 'I don't even want to hear a sniffle out of you Bell!' yak yak yak, why don't you listen to your own advice?"
Oliver looked at my pant legs, "Why don't you?" he smirked.
I followed his gaze and realized my jeans were soaked up to my knees. "Well, at least I have gloves on!" I held up both my hands.
He grabbed my right hand, "There's a hole in this one," he pointed out.
"That doesn't matter!" I stormed up stairs up to my room, where I quickly changed into sweat pants, tee shirt and a sweat shirt.
Then I went down to Charlie's room, where Oliver was staying, and tried to find the same for Oliver. I found some laying on the floor, well they looked clean enough.
When I came back down stairs Oliver was still where I left him. I threw the sweats at him from the kitchen, "Try and make your self look some what decent."
I heard him laugh as I put on a pot of hot water. Hot coco sounded perfect then. Once it started to boil I realized coffee was the better choice. My brain doesn't function properly at 6 in the morning, after only 4 hours of sleep no less. I couldn't even imagine what my hair now looked like, and at the moment, I really didn't care.
I sat down at the kitchen table and slammed my head on it.
"Edgy?" Oliver asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I didn't even look up, "Go make the god damn hot chocolate."
"Go in the god damn living room."
He was mocking me.
So let's recap my morning so far.
1: I went to sleep at 2.
2: I got rudely woken up just before 6, thus giving me only 4 hours of sleep
3: I walked out into the freezing cold.
4: yelled at my freaking-kilt-wearing-Scottish-son-of-a-bitch-captain.
5: didn't have one sip of coffee
6: and that-freaking-kilt-wearing-Scottish-son-of-a-bitch-captain-of-mine is currently mocking me.
Not that great of a morning to start the New Year, hu?
I looked up at him and he was still smirking. I mumbled some gibber-d-gabber and walked into the living room, Oliver had started a fire which was crackling happily, and where I promptly fell on the couch. I was so tired I was about to fall asleep. I was so tired I could've fallen asleep on a rock…standing up.
"Kat?"
I opened one eye and saw Oliver standing over me with two cups of hot chocolate. I sat up, sitting on one of my legs, and took the one he was holding out to me as he sat down. It was almost overflowing with marshmallows. Damn he knows me well.
I took a sip and sighed. I was so relieved to have something hot finally in me.
"Good?" Oliver asked.
I licked the marshmallow fluff off my lips and nodded. I was having a minute of 'me and chocolate time'.
"Kat?" he asked, we were all of a sudden playing 20 questions? "Are you mad at me?"
I thought for a moment. I had a major flash back of him harassing me for what I got him for Christmas because he liked to see me get worked up, waking me up early on Christmas, having me try his deathly horrible black coffee, him waking me up this morning, him forcing me to come outside where it absolutely freezing, and finally to him mocking me. But then I had flash backs to all the good things he had done, help me with any amount of homework, help me after the Flint incident, beat up Flint for me, stop that dog. No amount of hard practices or small stupid things could ever cover up all the good things.
I looked at him, "Only for coming in while I was in the shower to harass me and waking me up early…several times."
Oliver chuckled, "Actually, I had Angelina do the first, she forgot her brush. I caught her before she was going to open the door and asked her to do me a favor."
I hate it when things backfire on me.
"Oh," I took another sip of hot coco.
"Besides," he took a sip out of his own mug, "I meant last night."
He must have felt bad, he wasn't even looking at me, but instead at the crackling fire. I hadn't even thought of that.
"It was only for good luck," I paused, "wasn't it?"
I didn't think I wanted to hear the answer.
If he said 'no' everything would be turned around and mixed up between us. Years of friendship would be in risk of being ruined and the ever present question, 'do I want a boyfriend?', will be turned into 'do I want Oliver as my boyfriend?', I've avoided the first for months now. I couldn't avoid the second if he said no.
If he said 'yes', then everything would be fine and dandy, nothing changed. we would still be friends but only with one moment in time that we only brought up in good company and laughs.
90 of my body, the 'we're friends and he is your freaking-kilt-wearing-Scottish-son-of-a-bitch-captain, you idiot!' part said I wanted to hear the second. But the other 10 , the 'we don't just have to be friends' part said I wanted to hear the first. The littler part had proved right once, what if it did again?
Either way, I was saved from this odd moment when Fred and George came bounding down the stairs.
"I smell…"George said sniffing the air, "chocolate!"
The twins ran into the living room where they found me and Oliver next to each other on the couch, sipping hot coco, at 6:30 in the morning.
"And I spy…" Fred said looking at us "an awkward moment!"
"Oh my god," I groaned, "You're morning people."
Oliver chuckled, "There's hot coco in the kitchen.
"I'm there!" George ran into the kitchen.
Fred followed, lingering for a second to send me a mischievous look.
January 5, Thursday, after dinner.
That was the last meal I will have in Mrs. Weasley's kitchen at least until Easter break, if not later. I think I'm about to break down and cry."For Pete's sake!" Mrs. Weasley said as I brought up this very said subject, "I'll send you food if they're starving you!"
We half protested, said that Hogwarts was feeding us fine. But that's a LIE! Have you ever tasted the lover pudding they serve once a week? I don't think so? Or the lamb's bladder? Ugh! Makes me sick.
Anyway, Mrs. Weasley promised to make us a huge dessert so I gots to be going!
After dessert
Oh. My. God. It was b-e-a-utiful. I was going to live in the huge cake she baked and live here forever it was so big. But after a gigantic slice the first thing that came to mind was to pray that the scale was busted when I saw my phone number after I stepped on it.
Right before bed
Ok, I did not in fact see my phone number when I stepped on the scale. So I gained four pounds over a two week period…OH MY GOD! I GAINED FOUR POUNDS!
Ok, was that long enough? I hope so because my lil fingers are hurting. Setting was today's big thing at camp. I'm an outside hitter and my camp coach is determined to have me as a back up setter. Apparently, I have good hands…why can't I just hit and have them leave me alone? JK jk, I had the same coach as last year, she's a great coach, and I was a back up setter then too. I CAN set, I'd just rather hit.