And yes, the hamster finally makes it's debut today.
January 20, Friday, after dinnerMother. Of. Fudge. Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, our seeker, our fabulous seeker, got a Firebolt. A Firebolt. Can you believe it? Because no one else on our team can. Turns out some mystery person got him one for Christmas.
"Can you believe it?" Oliver asked.
It was right after classes and we were all sitting in our favorite seats in the common room. The very comfy couch and two arm chairs. We hadn't gotten changed yet but we had all ditched the more…horrible parts of our uniform. The itchy sweaters, cloaks, and even shoes. I was playing Alicia and Fred in a card game called B.S. it's so much fun. You have to get rid of all your cards and you have to lie. So, I'm very bad at it. And Angelina was talking to George about some Quidditch team. Oliver had just practically flew through the portrait hole, smiling from ear to ear, into the common room and told us about Harry's new broom.
"A Firebolt," he was standing next to the couch, which I was sitting on having just lost, "On our team…a Firebolt…"
Angelina's jaw was hanging three feet down.
The twins smiled devilishly.
Alicia dropped the cards she was holding.
And I stood up on the couch.
"What did you tell him?" I asked icily, grabbing his tie and pulling it down, bringing him closer to me. At the moment I didn't know it was a gift. "I swear Wood, if he can't pay for his books next year…"
I was leaning over him, yes I was now almost a foot taller than him standing on the couch, and I realized I was inches form his face.
"Kat," I think I was choking him, "It was a gift…" yep, definitely choking him.
"Oh," the iciness from my voice and realized his face was turning slightly blue, "Oh! Sorry Oliver."
"Too bad," Fred said as I flopped back down on the couch and Oliver took off his tie, "we wouldn't have had practice next week."
Oliver sent him a look and sat down next to me.
"Can you believe it?" he asked in a soft voice, "a Firebolt…"
I looked over to him and saw that his eyes had completely glazed over, I smiled, typical Oliver. "Jez Oliver, it's not even yours," I laughed lightly.
"Imagine if it was though," Angelina said. "He would probably marry it."
Oliver now sent her a look but he had a slight curve in his mouth and that was the cue to keep ragging on him.
"Yeah," Fred agreed, "But then he would be cheating on his other wife…Quidditch."
"Don't forget his captaincy badge," George reminded.
"Or his own broom," Alicia added onto the list.
Oliver chuckled and we all laughed.
He is so obsessed with Quidditch. Not like that's something new though. Even when he wasn't a captain, he had always made up plays. He knew every international and national team and their style of flying. He knew how to make a great team and keep it together. I swear, he knows us all so well he knows what move we're going to make before we do. I think I was daydreaming about this because someone snapped their fingers in front of my face.
"Katie? Oh Katie? Are you awake in there?"
I shook my head and looked at Alicia, she was the one snapping her fingers. "Yeah?"
"You spaced out again," she explained.
"Sorry," I smiled, "What were we talking about again?"
I was bombarded by talk of the Firebolt and how could I forget about it and blah blah blah.
"But McGonagall took it away," Oliver said with his brow furrowed.
"What?"
"Why?"
"Doesn't she want us to win?"
"How could she?"
"Well apparently," Oliver stopped the flow of questions. "Harry is in some danger or something with Black and they're going to strip it down."
Oliver's face lost it's color and I could feel all the color draining from my face.
"That's mutiny!" I screamed. "It's going to come back in splinters!"
Oliver flinched to what I said like I caused him physical pain.
Harry is in every way the best seeker I've ever seen. But the boy seems to be causing our team so much trouble ever since he started playing. We lost the Cup the past two years because he was off saving the school or some what not, the dementors ruined our first match and they're only here because Sirius Black did something or the other to his parents. And now, he gets a Firebolt and just because he's the boy who lived, we're going to get it back in pieces. Wow, I'm mean. I did have a pretty bad day though. But he is still the best seeker I've ever seen.
"Katie! Will you stop spacing out!"
"Sorry."
January 21, Saturday, 10 am
"I've got detention."I was sitting in the library at our favorite table. I had a bunch of homework and it's all due Monday. I was wearing a Patriots sweat shirt, jeans, and my hair was tied in a messy bun…a really messy bun.
I looked up from my work and saw Oliver standing over me in the sweater Mrs. Weasley made him. He had a mixed look on his face. Like he didn't know whether to be angry or upset.
I tried not to laugh but it came out as a snort, how attractive.
"It's not funny," he said, sitting down next to me.
"Yes it is," I contradicted. "Oliver Wood: perfect-well almost perfect-student, Quidditch captain, incredible keeper, and now, the biggest hypocrite in the world."
"Oh yeah," he chuckled, "how do you figure?"
"Now if I remember," I pretended to think, "on like the second day of school, you warned us all not to get detention and get it out of our system now before the season started. And look at this, just over a month to our match, you go and get detention. An-"
"-Kat."
"Wait, I'm not done," I stopped him from saying anything else, "and didn't you also say that the practices a month from matches were most important of all?"
There was a long pause.
"I hate you."
"No you don't," I said turning back to my work and I heard him sigh, "So how'd you get it anyway?"
"I asked McGonagall for the Firebolt back," he sighed. I guess he decided to be upset.
"And?" I didn't bother to look up form my work. Hey, I still have to finish it.
"And she said that it wasn't ready yet."
"And?"
"And I said that Harry needs it to practice."
"And?"
"And she said that it might be jinxed and Harry may be hurled off his broom."
"And?"
"And I said I didn't care as long as he caught the snitch first."
Bingo.
"She said that for a captain I didn't care enough about my players," he added, "And then she gave me detention for not caring enough…can she do that?"
"She's a teacher," I pointed out, "She can do whatever she wants."
"Well, I'm a captain-"
"-I noticed-"
"-and I can do whatever I want with my players," he ignored me.
"So why don't you go tell her that," I was laying the sarcasm on pretty thick but he didn't quite catch it.
"Good idea," with that he started to get up.
I snapped up from my work and grabbed his arm, "Are you kidding me?"
"What? You told me to."
"I was being sarcastic!"
He sat back down, "Oh."
I slammed my head down on my books. For a genius keeper/captain/play maker, he is so oblivious to sarcasm sometimes.
"Lot of homework?" he asked. I was head on with my herbology textbook but I could just see the expression on his face. Ten sickles he was looking at me with one eyebrow raised and giving me a cocky, crooked smile. Ten sickles.
"Like you have no idea," I muttered into a picture of some man eating plant.
He grabbed my shoulders and pushed my back upright against the back of my chair. Then he took my books and finally my stubby quill from out of my hand. "Are you ever going to get a new quill?"
I slid further down in my chair so my chin was practically resting on my chest. "No."
Oliver chuckled and I sat back up and he explained some potion's gibber-d-gabber to me…which I still don't understand.
January 25, Wednesday, History of Magic
Oliver is driving us nuts. He will not stop talking about that Firebolt. I mean it's one of the greatest things to ever happen to our team and I was ok with him rambling for the first three days straight because he's Oliver. He has detention tonight so we all get a tiny itsy bitsy break for three hours before bed. But tonight wasn't the greatest night for him to land detention. Angelina just got out of potions last period and relayed the messaged that I officially have a crap load of homework for a class I haven't even had today. Joy…
After dinner
So something very interesting arrived for the twins at dinner. A hamster. That's right, a furry rodent that is sure to someday bite me. Oh, but it gets better.Turns out they were going to test a hair-color-changer-hat on it's fur. As long as it's not eating anything the twins shove down it's throat, I'm fine. A little color change, heck, I might get a laugh before slapping both of them.
"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TORTURE THE POOR DEAR!" that was Alicia screaming at the twins as she scooped the little thing up into her hands.
"Why would you do such a thing?" her little origami mouse squeaked from on her shoulder, "and to one of my cousins!"
Sometimes I want to rip that thing up. What ever possessed me to buy that thing should rot.
Currently, the hamster is now residing in a cage on top of Alicia's trunk. It's cute enough, but I just hope she doesn't let Hammy , the hamster (how creative), out of his cage while the owls are in here.
You can tell I've had another bad day can't ya?
Half an hour after whatever time Oliver was supposed to be let out of detention.
"I still can't believe she gave me detention!" Oliver was pacing in front of the fire while we all sat and listened to him rant. It's the only way he cools down, "We could've had practice tonight!"Fred punched the air and Oliver sent him a look.
"What did you have to do anyway?" Angelina asked.
Oliver sighed as he sat down in one of the arm chairs, "made me clean the trophy room, with out magic."
"Well that's irony for you," Alicia said as she petted Hammy.
"I know," Oliver groaned, "She said if I wanted to win the Cup, I should act like all the players who did. Like I should act like Flint or all those other filthy snakes…"
I sighed, he'll calm down…eventually.
Semi short, I know. But I finally put the hamster in! so rejoice!