Eeeeeeeeee! Reviews! Love them all. I'm glad all of you loved that 'when did your brain kick in' bit, not to mention all the fluffiness. And I have lots more fluffy ideas, either in this chap or the next, depends on where I go with this. But there will be a certain scene with lots of George/Alicia fluff…which we all love.
And I know, it's been ages since I updated, I'm so sorry.
February 15, Saturday, noon
I was walking through the halls towards the library when some 6th year girl called me a whore. She said something like how dare I go out with Diggory and Wood in one day, especially on Valentine's blah blah blah.
Let's just say she's sitting in the hospital wing with elephant ears and a bunny tail, with a bloody nose my fist might have accidentally found.
February 18, Tuesday, after practice
Ugh, as the amount of days till the end of the month, aka the match, get smaller…so does Oliver's patience.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP HARASSING MY CHASERS?"
So all of a sudden we're property. He means well though.
"BELL, FLY RIGHT OR GET OUT OF THE AIR!"
Then again…
"BELL!"
Ok, it's on.
"WELL MAYBE INSTEAD OF JUST SCREAMING, YOU COULD TELL ME WHAT I'M DOING WRONG WOOD!"
Once again, he came up with this impossibly hard play and was expecting us to get it right on the first try. Did I mention he was wearing the shirt I got him for Christmas? How right that thing is sometimes.
"YOUR FLYING LIKE A TWO YEAR OLD! THAT'S WHAT YOUR DOING WRONG!"
"I think it's that time of the month," Fred said to his twin.
"Yeah," George agreed, "for the both of them, I mean."
"FOR YOUR INFORMATION IT ISN'T!" I spat at them, "AND THAT'S NO REASON TO BLAME A CERTAIN CHASER FOR SCREAMING AT A CERTAIN PIG HEADED CAPTAIN!"
"NOW I'M PIG HEADED?" Oliver screamed back.
"YEAH!" ok, that was a little lame, "I GUESS WHEN YOU LOOKED IN THE MIRROR YOU OVER LOOKED YOUR PIG SNOUT AND GIGANTIC EGO!" that little comeback came full with hand gestures, me making a pig nose and all.
Ok, maybe that was lame too…maybe.
"DOUBLE PRACTICE!" he declared and everyone else groaned.
But did he seriously think that was going to stop me, the Queen of all that is stubborn? No way.
"I'LL STAY OUT HERE FOR TRIPLE PRACTICE!"
Now I was being unreasonable.
"I HOPE YOU'RE UP TO 6 HOURS BELL!"
"HELL, I'LL STAY OUT HERE ALL NIGHT -!"
But at that moment the rest of the team slapped their hands over my mouth. Five separate pairs of hands clamped over your mouth isn't something one would like to experience.
"What was that, Bell?" Oliver asked triumphantly.
I would've screamed something witty and sarcastic back but I did have ten hands covering my mouth.
"Nothing," Fred answered for me.
"She was just saying how much she was looking forward to it," Alicia said.
"And what a good captain you are," way to suck up Harry.
"And how talented you are," you too Angelina, you too?
"And how much fun we're going to have!" ok, George, that was a little over the top.
"That's what I thought she said," and he flew back to the hoops. I just glared at his back.
The rest of our double practice mainly consisted at Oliver countinously yelling at us, me in particular. But I kept my composure and only threw him dirty looks instead of starting another row.
February 19, Wednesday, after practice.
You'll never guess what I found today. Guess all you want because you'll never, ever, get the right answer. No, it wasn't Oliver sitting in the library with some random girl. Do you really want to know what it was?…ALICIA AND GEORGE SNOGGING IN THE LOCKER ROOM!
Ok, there I said it. I feel so much better now.
I'll tell you what happened.
We had practice and I decided to get there a little earlier and beg Oliver not to take his anger from yesterday out on the team…again.
Some may call it sucking up, but it can save lives. Especially when Oliver and Quidditch are thrown in together. Not to mention a little prematch kill-your-team nervousness.
So I finally made it to the fourth floor of the pitch, that's where the Griffindor locker rooms are, I had sprinted all four flights of stairs and luckily, I decided to sit down and take a bit of a breather outside the locker room, trying to compose myself for the life saving job I was about to endure, when I heard some peculiar noises.
I realized the locker room door was cracked open, just the slightest bit to peer an eye through. So, of course I did. I stood up and peered through.
And there was Alicia and George snogging on the bench, the dogs. I backed up to the railing along the landing, my hand clamped over my mouth, praying that they didn't see me. I was grinning form ear to ear.
"Kat?"
This was not one of my finest moments. All adrenalined up from happy giddiness and cautiousness not to get caught, I was extra jumpy. So when Oliver called my name from the next landing down, I kinda fell down there. You see, I jumped up so high, I kinda fell back over the banister. Did I mention I landed on top of him.
"I am so sorry," I said. "Thanks for breaking my fall though."
It was true, I was currently sitting in his lap.
He chuckled, "don't worry about it."
So I got up and offered him a hand.
"Thanks," I guess he suddenly remembered yesterday's practice because he got all mad on me. He pushed past me on the small landing and headed up the stairs to the locker room. Leavening me still standing on that stupid landing. "You're going to be late, Bell."
I sighed before I remembered what a certain couple was doing in there. At the current mood Oliver was in, their heads would soon be mounted on his wall.
"Wait!" I screamed, sprinting after him and scrambling in front of him. "You don't want to go up there." I had one hand on the wall and another on the banister, blocking his path.
"And why not Bell?"
"…er…Fred and George set off a stink bomb," I lied.
"Bell, you're a terrible liar."
He tried to get past but I wouldn't let him.
"Well…" I searched for an excuse, "Doesn't Fred's socks smell like a stink bomb?"
Oliver just stared at me in all his angry captain glory.
"Doesn't it?" I force a fake laugh, and sighed as he pushed me out of his way and continued to go up the stairs.
Then I realized he was like five steps away from uncovering my new favorite couple. So I did what any true friend would. I practically flew up the stairs and jumped on his back.
"BELL!" he screamed at me, trying to catch his balance, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DO-!"
That's when he fell backwards and we both fell down the stairs. Why don't I ever see any of this coming? But this time, I landed on top of him for the second time today.
"Bell…" he growled.
I prayed Alicia and George heard the large noise and decided to stop their fun. I am such a good friend.
"Katie?"
I turned around and looked up at the landing that connects to the locker room. There was Alicia, bright red, and George, if possible even redder.
"Oh," I smiled meekly, "hey guys."
"Do you plan to get off me anytime soon Bell?"
Jez, those two owe me big for this one. And I mean big like give me chocolate every time I have a craving for the stuff. And I can't believe Oliver was still mad at me. Well, yes I can. But that's not the point.
"I told you, Wood," giving him back the same edginess, "Fred sent off a stink bomb in the locker room."
I said that last part loud enough for Alicia and George to hear too, praying they would get the hint. I turned around just enough to see George pull something out of his robes and throw it into the locker room. God bless his soul, because if he didn't catch on, I would have his head before Oliver.
"Yeah," Alicia covered, "smells terrible."
"Then why were you in there Spinnet?"
Oliver, Oliver, Oliver, if only you knew…you just might be as happy as me. But probably not.
"She was helping me," George helped.
"Why the hell would she-DO YOU PLAN TO GET OFF ME ANYTIME SOON BELL?"
So I got off of him before he started blowing fire out of his nose and incinerated my eyebrows. But this time I didn't offer him a hand up.
"You know, Wood, some girls are sensitive about their weight," I said, towering over him menacingly, "and if you do catch them at the wrong time of the month, you'll be sensitive about you're broken nose."
And with that, I stormed up to the locker room landing.
So what is that? Like two incredibly bad comebacks in two days? But I think it had the right effect, because he didn't even criticize me all practice. All in all, I think it was a good practice.
February 21, Friday, History of Magic
so, I gave Alicia some breathing time before I started playing 'A gillion Questions' with her. But of course, I was going to do this note style.
So…how's George?
Fine I guess, why don't you ask him yourself?
I would, but I haven't been able to find him I think you would know best…since you two were snogging before practice on Wednesday!
He told you?
Of course not.
Then how do you know?
I thought you were supposed to be the smartest witch in our grade.
KATIE!
Alright, alright…I caught you, you sly dogs!
How?
Well, let's just say peculiar noises were emitting from the locker room.
Oh my god…
Don't worry, I haven't told anyone!
You haven't?
Of course not, I even saved both your heads from being mounted on Oliver's wall.
No you didn't.
Of course I did! You two were just lucky I got to the locker room before Oliver.
That's why you were laying on top of him?
Well, we kinda fell down the stairs.
What, were you holding hands?
'Lic! He was about to go into the locker room so I stopped him.
How? By jumping on his back?
No comment
I always wondered bout you two.
Hey! This interrogation note is on you, about a certain Spinnet snogging a certain Weasley, not some non existent relation between me and Oliver.
I never said anything about a relationship…are you hiding something from me Katie?
You think you're so sly.
Oh, but I am.
Stop beating around the bush and tell me everything!
What bush?
IT'S A SAYING!
I know, it's just fun to make you lose it. It's even funnier when it's a note.
Lose what?
Katie…
What?
You and Oliver are so meant for each other…
'LIC!
Well, it's true ask anyone.
So then she sent me this a few minutes later:
Do think Katie Bell and Oliver Wood deserve each other?
Of course
And attached to that was:Take that Katie.
So I sent her this.
Who did you ask?
Some random guy sitting next to me.
'LIC!
What?
Sometimes you're worse than me.
You wish.
..I've taught you so well…It brings tears to my eyes.
Oh please. But you really have to stop the denial act.
What denial act?
About you and Oliver
There is no act!
Sure there isn't
Hey! Sarcasm is my job, butt out!
But really Katie. Even though he is married to Quidditch, I'm sure he would take a break from his relationship to be with you. Deep down I'm sure he's really nice. So quit the act and commit!
Commit to what? Like I even have time to commit to anything other than school and Quidditch. I barely have time to commit to eating and sleeping!
Come one Katie, stop lying, you know you like him.
#1: have you ever noticed the fact that I can't lie to save my life?
#2: I'd rather commit some time to eating and sleeping before some guy.
#3: have you not notice that Oliver only calls me 'Bell'? and that he only calls my name to yell at me or pass some food at meals. 'Bell, can't you fly any better than that?' 'Pass the butter, Bell.'
#4: how did this note go from me asking you about George to you asking me about Oliver?
Hmm…don't know about the last one. But I am enjoying this.
I'm giving you to the end of the day to tell Angelina, then I am…and everybody else I can find.
Alright! But when will you go out with Oliver?
Ok, I'm stopping this.
She sent me a few other little I'm-just-sending-these-to-pester-you notes. Which I crumpled up and chucked at her. How can one note form into that question. The note wasn't even about me! It was about her! But then she had to go and change everything around. She better tell Angelina soon.
So I finally got Alicia and George together. :sigh: alright, bring on the reviews telling me I better get Katie and Oliver together ASAP…c'mon! I'm waiting!