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March 2, Wednesday, DADA
Holy. Fudge. I refuse to go. I am not going. Why does the world love to torture me? I mean, it's not enough that I have to wear a skirt everyday to school but now a formal thing for the ministry? No. I am not going.
I was at breakfast, dreading the mail incase of another howler. After I had
Angelina check to make sure there was no red envelopes, I figured it was safe to unbury myself from Oliver's robes. Was I wrong.
"What the hell is this?" I asked, holding up a emerald green envelope.
"Hey, I got one too," Fred said, holding up his.
It turned out we all got one. I looked around the great hall and it looked like all the other fifth, sixth and seventh years got one too. What the hell was going on?
"So," I said, "who wants to open theirs first?"
"I will," Alicia said. With that she ripped open the envelope and read the message inside. She shrieked and dropped the whole thing.
"What!" we all asked at the same time.
What was it? Was it black mail? Did someone die? A love letter? Black mail? Or even…
"A WHAT?" I screamed, looking at my own letter.
We had decided not to wait for Alicia…she was currently speechless.
"I think it says 'The First Annual Fundraiser'." Oliver said, reading his.
"And what does that say?" I asked horrified, pointing to the last line on the letter.
All the color drained from George's face, "Formal," he gulped.
I threw mine down, "I'm not going."
"Come on, Kat," Oliver said, slipping an arm around my waist, "it could be fun."
"No. No it can't," I said firmly. "Fun is flying, fun is running around Hogsmeade, fun is being with your friends laughing, fun is not running around in a dress and high heels."
"Here, here," the twins chanted.
"Except substitute the dress and high heels to a blazer and tie," George added, who never ever wears the tie that goes with the uniform.
"I'm not going," I said firmly.
"Err, your mom might say other wise," Alicia said, holding up a mint green envelope, my mom's signature letter.
"And I'm not reading that," I said.
"Ok," Angelina said, taking my mom's letter out of Alicia's hands, "I will." So she ripped it open and read the letter, "She says you better get your stubborn butt over there or you'll be sorry."
"Lemme see that," I said, taking it out of her hands.
Katherine Ann Bell,
You better find a way to get your stubborn butt over there or you'll be sorry. And I expect you to find a decent dress to come in. and maybe you could bring that boy you were snogging. And what's this I hear that you almost choked Percy? …can't blame you though.
See you then,
Mom
I looked back at the fundraiser sheet, it was on March 21.
"That's a week after my birthday," I said, "I'm not going!" I shouted at my mom's letter.
"Hey, I got a letter from my dad," Fred said, "he says the both of us are going or he'll tell mom about all that money we're saving up for the joke shop."
"Damn traitor," George mumbled. "Now I'm going to have to spend a day filled with pricks."
Oliver sighed after reading a letter from his own parents, "Guess I'm going too."
"Me too," Alicia said, putting down a rose colored envelope, her mom's tradition.
"Same here," Angelina sighed.
"I'm not going!"
8 pm
"You're going."
I was about to go up in flames. Turns out my mom Floo Powdered her head into the common room fireplace. And now she was telling me I have to go. I was just happy that we were the only ones in the common room besides a few first years.
I paced in front of the fire place, everyone else sitting down behind me, looking rather amused.
People say I'm a spitting image of my mom. I really don't see it. I mean, she has the same sandy blond hair and brown/green eyes, but that's about it. Oh, did I mention she's where I got my stubbornness from?
"But why?" I asked.
"Because everyone else'll be there," she said, "and your father's job is on the line so you better turn up."
"How's dad's job on the line? And why will he lose it if I don't come?" I asked stubbornly.
My mom sighed, stubbornly, "you're going."
Oh, the war of the stubbornness is on.
"But-"
"They're going," my mom nodded her floating head towards my friends, "Aren't they?"
"Only from threats and black mail!" George said.
My mom let out a little laugh, "Hello, George."
"Hi Mrs. Bell…how's things on the other side of the fire?" he asked cheerfully.
"Good," she smiled…but not at me, "You know you're older brother's going Katie. He's finally home."
What? Lance was going? Oh, now I'm definitely not going.
Lance, the guy who taught me how to fly, the second I turned two, my older brother by nearly 7 years, would give me hell if he saw me in a dress.
"Do I have to?" I moaned.
"Yes."
"But-"
"No buts," my mom said firmly, "you're going."
I groaned, "fine, but I'm not going to be-"
But her head just smiled and disappeared.
"-HAPPY ABOUT IT!" I screamed at the fireplace. Like she could hear me.
I groaned again and her head reappeared in the fireplace. "What now?" I asked.
"I just thought I'd remind you to-"
"-wear a nice dress," I finished, "I know mom."
"No," she said, "To bring that boy you're with so we can finally meet him."
I groaned, "Mom, it's-"
"Don't tell me!" she said smiling at her victory, "Surprise me in two weeks!"
With that she disappeared again.
Damn her.
So I promptly groaned and collapsed on the couch next to Oliver.
Damn her.
Oh, and 12 days till my birthday!
March 3, Thursday, after practice
"Now I know you're trying to kill us," I said to Oliver, who was in the next row, in the locker room after practice.
"Come on Kat," he called back over the lockers, "You can take more than that."
"Well Fricken'-whoop-di-do for her!" Alicia called back, "My poor little bones are dying over here Wood! Dying!"
"Sorry twiggy!" he called back.
We all laughed, even 'Lic.
But 6 hours is waaaaaaaaaaaay too long.
After Alicia, Angelina and the twins marched out, I collapsed on the bench, laying my back down against it, finally out of my Quidditch robes and back into sacred jeans. I was just starting to close my eyes when someone called my name. I opened my eyes and Harry was standing over me.
"Yeah, Harry?" I asked, sitting back up.
Then he started asking me about the emerald green envelopes and I said it was nothing important, which it isn't anyway, and then he left and I laid back down on the bench and continued to fall back asleep.
"I'm not going to carry you back up to the castle."
I opened one eye. Oliver was sitting next to my head, leaning over me, smiling. Little devil. My little devil. Mine.
I closed my eye. "So fly me up."
He chuckled, "Why not walk with me?"
"Because I can't feel any part of my body," I said, opening my eyes and looking up at him.
"Was it that bad?"
"6 hours of practice, like 10 new plays, and three bludgers to my poor little body," I listed, counting them off my fingers, "Yeah, it's that bad."
He chuckled and stood up, "come on Kat," he grabbed my hands and dragged me up to a sitting position.
So I sat up on the bench and groaned, "I can't walk. I can't feel my legs and my hip where that bludger hit really hurts."
"Didn't we put a softening charm on those?"
"It's right where the joint is…I think I almost jammed it," I explained, rubbing the sore spot. "God damn bludger…"
"I'll be sure to yell at the twins," he chuckled, "Come on," and he pulled on my hands again until I was standing up.
"But it's such a long way back to the castle…," I complained.
"Will you stop complaining?" he asked smiling.
I smiled too, "You brought it upon yourself Oliver Wood."
"Yeah," he smiled, "I know." then he gave me a kiss before walking out of the locker room.
That got me going.
"Well, at least wait for me!" I called as I followed him out. I heard him laughing from the stair way.
11 days till my birthday!
March 4, Friday, 10 pm aka…10 days till my birthday.
So guess what I did today…C'mon! guess!That's right…dress shopping. I dunno what's so grand about that but Angelina and Alicia were rather happy about it.
So there we were. We snuck out to Hogsmeade and into the dress shop, attempting to find something nice.
"What about this one?" Angelina asked, coming out of the dressing room for the umpteenth time.
It was now a scarlet dress. Before that it was yellow, before that green, before that light pink, and before that, midnight blue.
"I still think I like the first one the best," I said.
Hey, just because I wasn't too happy about the whole idea doesn't mean I wouldn't give her a truthful answer.
"And it think I like Alicia in the light pink one," I said as 'Lic came out in a mint green dress.
"You think?" Alicia said, looking herself over in the mirror. "Hmm…maybe you're right."
"I know I am," I smiled.
"Well," Angelina said, "What about you?"
"What do you mean 'what about me'?" I asked.
"Your dress silly," Alicia said.
Oh yeah, I hadn't even tried on one. But I think my mom would been fine if I showed up in jeans and a tree shirt. Could you imagine the look on her face?
So I sighed, walked over to the clothes rack, picked out some random dress in my size and tried it on. And it actually looked really good.
It was an emerald dress with off the shoulders sleeves, which were more of a tank top look. It was tight and loose in all the right places around my torso but flared around my legs with three layers of soft material underneath to make it flare just a bit more. It just covered my knees. It had a gold sash tied loosely around my waist so it fell diagonally across my hips and the same color hem at the bottom of it.
And I actually liked it.
"Oh, my god," Alicia said when I came out of the dressing room.
"You're not leaving the store until you buy that," Angelina said demandingly.
"Does it look that good?" I asked.
"Yes." they said at the same time.
I was never very comfortable with the whole dress idea, but this one wasn't bad at all. No itchy spots or places that didn't fit right. Yeah, this one would be fine.
"How much is it?" I asked, trying to find the price tag.
Alicia found it and I saw her smile drop…well more like her jaw.
"How bad is it?" I asked.
Angelina went to go look and her jaw dropped even more.
"Ok," I asked, "How bad is it?"
Did I want to hear the answer?
"18 Galleons and 35 Sickles," Alicia gulped.
No, no I didn't.
I looked in my purse, 19 Galleons and 40 Sickles.
"Well, I just made it," I said.
"That's great!" Alicia said, giving a whoop of joy.
"But then I won't have money for shoes or anything," I pointed out.
So I miss shoe shopping…bummer.
"Don't worry about it," Angelina said rather happily.
"Why?" I asked, "Am I going to wear my converse with this?"
She shook her head, "Remember those goldhigh heel sandals that I wore to that thing last summer?"
I smiled, "Angelina you're a god!"
Praise the guy who gave us all the same shoe size. God bless him…wouldn't that be God though?
So all in all…it was a 'very successful shopping day' in the words of the Great Alicia Marie Spinnet. If I ever quote Alicia…slap me.
"So what did you get?" Oliver asked me as I plopped down next to him on the couch after we got back, trying to peak into my bag.
"A dress and an empty pouch," I said.
"Well can I see the dress?"
"Nope," I sighed.
"Why not?"
"It's bad luck."
"That's only weddings," he pointed out. "And we're not getting married are we?"
Well, maybe we are. Whahaha!
Sorry, couldn't resist…could you imagine what our kids would look like? they'd be so adorable! My sons would grow up to be so handsome because they'd look just like their dad and-ok! Getting back to the real world and what really happened. Though I do like my little fantasy world on Planet Katie.
But anyway!
"No," I said gloomily at the thought that my fantasy world wasn't coming true…at least not any time soon.
"So why can't I see the dress?"
"Because I'm way too tired to even take it out of the bag."
He just chuckled.
It makes sense! We spent like an extra three hours in that shoe store! I wasn't even buying one pair so it was torture. And the thought of walking around in those two and a half inch heels isn't making my day any better.
So we stayed in the common room for another hour before heading up to bed.
"Night Sleeping Beauty," Oliver called as I climbed the stairs to our dorm after I said goodnight to everyone.
He's so adorable. God damn him and his god damn Scottish-Oliver charm. And damn those high heels I'll have to wear pretty soon.
Oh, and the 10 day countdown to my birthday is officially under way.
…so 10 days till my birthday!
Hehehe! Hope you guys liked that little chappie! Did you really think I would put her in an unflattering dress? I think not! And I had already wrote this by the time I read my reviews, so the off the shoulder thing was already said and done with. What can I say? Great minds think alike! And I was seriously thinking of a lilac colored dress and I figured Katie would think like me- dark is slimming! Not that she's fat…or that I am…which we're not…fat that is.
Oh, now I have to do the dramatic questions…
What will happen at the formal thingy? What will happen on Katie's birthday (which officially March 14th if you didn't catch that)? What will Oliver get her? Will it be a terrible day? What awkward intros are bound to happen?
Well, if you want to know, you'll just have to wait for the next chapter! Duh! Lol.
Oh, and tell me if you like the dress. I think I did ok with it, just lemme know though, kz?