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March 12, Thursday, History of Magic
Oliver is a dead man, dead! I can't believe none of us has killed him yet!
"Kat?" some one was nudging my shoulder gently, "Kat, wake up."
I knew who it was and I knew it was probably 1 in the morning. But that couldn't be right because I was up till 3 with my so called best friends interrogating my like I was a criminal. I just groaned and rolled onto my stomach.
"Kat. We have practice."
"No we don't…" I groaned into my pillow, I knew he was leaning over me, I knew it.
"Yes we do," god damn it, he was going into get-your-lazy-butt-out-of-bed-and-to-the-pitch mode. Damn it.
I just hugged my pillow.
"Katherine Ann Bell," he whispered sternly.
"She's not home," I said groggily, not even opening my eyes, "leave a message after the beep…beeeeeeeeeeeep…"
"Bell!" he said in a not so hushed whisper.
"I told you Mr., she's not home."
"BELL!"
I groaned and rolled over onto my back and propped myself up on my elbows. There I attempted to rub the sand out of my eyes and try to open them. When I finally managed it I nearly collapsed when I saw the time. 4 am. I had only one hour of sleep.
"Please tell me this is an optional practice," I pleaded.
"No, you're going."
Suddenly very cranky I grabbed the front of his scarlet robes.
"Listen buddy," I said, pulling him down and putting my nose a centimeter away from his, "thanks to your little stunt last night I was up 'till three in the morning getting interrogated by the energizer bunny cops over there," I nodded my head towards Alicia's and Angelina's beds. "so if you can concentrate your brain to something other than Quidditch for two seconds, you'll realize that I've only had one hour of sleep. And I swear to God, I will unleash Alicia on you."
"You know you're really cute when you're all worked up," he said after a while.
"Don't you dare try and sweet talk your self out of this one."
1 hour of sleep, no coffee or caffeine what so ever, definite recipe for disaster. And if it wasn't I don't know what is.
"Alright," he sighed and I let go of his robes. "If you won't to go to practice…I'll just have to carry you there!"
Next thing I knew I was slung over his shoulder.
"OLIVER!"
"What is going on?" Angelina asked, rubbing her eyes.
"We have practice," Oliver said happily, "Grab Kat's stuff and meet me down at the pitch in 30 minutes."
"Alright," Angelina said.
"WHAT THE HELL WOOD?" well, Alicia's up, "I'M NOT GOING TO ANOTHER GOD DAMN DAWN PRACTICE!"
"I'll get her there," Angelina said reassuringly.
With that, Oliver walked out the door.
"OLIVER!" I screamed as we walked out of the common room.
"OLIVER!" as we passed the kitchens.
"OLIVER!" as we entered the main entrance
"OLIVER!" as we passed the giant snoring squid in the lake.
"Yes, Kat dear?"
By then my face was blue.
"Why in God's name did you decide to have another way-too-early-in-the-morning-but-I-don't-care-as-long-as-my-team-is-ran-into-the-ground practice? Hm?"
He chuckled, "You guys could use the practice."
"No, we could use some sleep," I corrected.
"Well why are you going to bed at three in the morning when we have practice the next day?" we finally reached the pitch and started to climb the stairs to the locker room.
"I told you," I groaned, "After your little stunt last night, 'Lic and Ange were interrogating me all night. Do you really think I wanted to be up that late?"
"I guess not," he laughed.
I yawned, "Sleep is a dear, dear friend of mine and I try not to neglect it…Coffee too. Speaking of which, do you have any?"
"In the locker room," he said.
"Well c'mon! Get a move on!" I said, hitting his lower back lightly.
"If you say so," and he sprinted the rest of the way to the locker room.
"Jesus Christ that hurt," I said, rubbing my stomach. He finally sat me down on one of the benches. "No more sprinting up stairs with me slung over your shoulder."
He sat down next to me on the bench with two mugs and a thermos, laughing, "If you say so. Coffee?"
"Do you really need to ask?" I smiled.
He chuckled and poured me a cup of the precious drink.
"Oh thank God," I said after taking a sip. "It's so good…" I sobbed tearlessly.
"But it's black," he pointed out.
"At the moment, I don't care," I said, "I need the caffeine." then a cold breeze came through and I started to shiver. I was still in my pajamas, same ones when we all accidentally walking into the Great Hall for breakfast with. Except now I had no socks and a tee shirt instead of a long sleeve shirt. Brr…..
"Cold?" Oliver asked
I put the now empty mug on the bench beside me and hugged myself, "Just a little."
"Here," he smiled, having me stand up. He took off his long scarlet robes and wrapped me in them, not letting my arms into the sleeves.
Him being 6'0" and me being 5'7", about a five inch difference, it was dragging on the ground quite a bit. But it really didn't matter because he sat me back down on his lap.
"Better?" he asked smiling, his arm wrapped around me just as much as his robes.
"Um hm," I said softly, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes.
He started rubbing my back and I instantly started to drift off. I had only 1 hour of sleep and even if I drank that whole entire thermos of the precious caffeinated drink, I would be out cold with in the hour anyway.
"Jesus Christ, can't they ever find a decent place to do stuff like that?"
I opened one eye and there was Fred and George standing in the door way.
"I know," George agreed, "And he yelled at me and Alicia."
I groaned and stood up, reluctant to leave Oliver's lap, slipped my arms through the sleeves of his robe and held them up close to me so they just barely reached the floor. I was freezing.
"Where are they anyway?" I asked through a yawn.
Damn Oliver waking me up at damn 4 in the morning after only one damn hour of sleep and then being all damn sweet and stop me from being damn mad at him. Damn…
"Oh look," Fred said in fake sweetness, "She's wearing his robes. How sweet!"
They both 'aaaaaaaaaawwwwww'ed and I threw them a dirty look.
"Are you still in your pajamas, Kates," George asked, catching a glimpse of my bare feet and the hem of my pajama pants.
"Yes, and I'm freezing!" I said, "Now where's 'Lic and Ange with my clothes?"
"We're right fucking here!"
Oh, so they were.
"I told you I'd get her here," Angelina said sleepily. "Oi, you know we've only had one hour of sleep, Wood?"
Oliver glanced at me, I finished downing another cup of coffee and slammed to mug down on the bench, "Yeah, I know."
"Here are your god damn clothes," Alicia said, chucking a plastic bag at me, filled with all my stuff.
"Be right back," I aid through another yawn as I caught it and went into the next row to change. In two minutes I completely ready.
"Hey, Kates?"
"Yes George?"
"You're still in you pajama bottoms."
"Damn it…"
In another two seconds, give or take, I know had on everything that needed to be on to play Quidditch…at 4:30 in the morning. It's a wonder how Oliver has managed to stay alive all these years.
And from 4:30 to 5, Oliver shoved another new play down our throats.
"THAT'S FUCKING RETARDED!"
Well, at least Alicia is up. I almost started to drift.
Oliver looked over the play on the white board in the back of the locker room, "No it's not!" he protested after double checking it. "it's perfect!"
So what if it involved intricate, risky, and confusing moves? So what if it included two bludgers that could hit our face if something went wrong in an already high risk place? To him, it was perfect.
George put his hand up like an excited school girl, you know, waving it in the air to catch Oliver's attention and saying things like "oh oh! Me! Pick me!"
"Yes George?" Oliver sighed, calling on him reluctantly.
"I'm going to have to agree with our swearing angel over here," he motioned to a fuming Alicia who was cursing under her breath, "it is a little ridiculous"
Oliver scowled slightly and scratched the back of his head, "Kat, what do you think?"
I rubbed my eyes and ran over the play on the board a few times in my head, trying to imagine what it would like in the air. I furrowed my brow starring at the white board, with the red and green dots, but the fourth time over I made up my mind.
"It'll need to be perfect," I said, Angelina groaned next to me, "do it over a few times and every time change something just the little bit it'll need to catch them off guard every time."
Oliver beamed at me, but everyone else groaned and looked at me like they wanted to rip my head off and mount it on the wall with a little plaque underneath that read 'here lies Katie Bell's head, the idiot who gave Oliver Wood a reason to beat us into the ground'. But that's just a little off track.
"You only agreed with him because you're the one kissing him," Angelina said at 7 in the morning once practice was over.
We had exactly 45 minutes for all of us to take a shower, get changed and get up to the castle for our first class. So currently, the guys were using the shower stalls in the locker room and we were leaning on the wall outside…in towels.
"Please," I said, "I just want to win, and that play will really help us."
"Stop lying," Alicia said, "…son of a bitch…"
I ignored her and pulled my towel around my torso tighter, "Does anybody else feel weird about this?"
Just that second Harry walk by, his face turning scarlet.
"Yup," they both chorused.
I laughed.
"Since when do damn boys take so damn long in the damn shower?" Alicia asked, still swearing.
Me and Angelina just laughed.
"What is taking them so long?" Angelina asked once our laughter died down.
"No idea," I said, "HEY! WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG? WE HAVE CLASSES TOO!" I shouted over the running water.
"Oliver?" Fred called, "Is that your dear Kates?"
"My one and only!" he called back.
I smiled at that one and Angelina and Alicia threw me a quick look. Gosh, you know this place is going down hill when you're not allowed to smile.
"Is she yelling at us to hurry up?" George asked.
"Because she knows that'll only make us take up more time!" Fred called to his twin.
"WEASLEY!" that was all three of us.
"Look," I called, "Angelina's feet are getting really smelly right about now and Alicia cursing more than ever, don't think I won't use them against you!"
"Katie!"
"Damn traitor!"
For the record, getting hit "lightly" by fellow chasers, with their throwing arm, hurts.
"Like I care?" Fred said.
"Besides," Angelina said, as I rubbed my recently attacked arm, "Katie's hair smells like mud and is packing 5 pounds of it!"
"Mmmm!" Oliver called, "my favorite!"
I ran a hand through my sandy blonde hair and it came out dirtier than it already was. I laughed just because she was so right.
Then all the water shut off and the twins filed out, Oliver right behind them, with towels around their waists and water still dripping off them. The three of us sighed in relief that they were finally done and we started to walk in when Oliver caught me around the waist into a tight hug.
He put his head into my muddy hair, "I think you smell delicious," he whispered in my ear.
I laughed and he gently nipped my earlobe, which made me jump a little. How often does someone snack on your ear?
"And you taste like strawberries," he whispered.
I wrapped one arm around his neck, the other was holding my towel, and kissed him.
"Well you taste like coffee," I rebutted smiling.
He laughed and tried to kiss me again but I put a finger to his lips.
"Strawberries need to be cleaned before you can eat them," I pointed out.
He laughed again, "fine, go take your shower," and he let me go.
I gave him a quick peck on his lips before running to the shower.
"Promise me some more strawberries later?" he called before I went into the shower area.
I stopped and turned around, "Only if you promise me more coffee."
"Alright," he smiled.
"It's a deal then," I laughed before running into the showers.
Two days till my birthday!
March 13, Friday, Potions…I think
"So Fred, what'cha get me for my birthday?" I asked in a whisper.
"Nothing," he whispered back.
"You're lying to me."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Prove it."
"You're ears are turning to a fade shade of red. Now tell me what you got me."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"no-"
"Mr. Weasley," damn I hate that Snape. "Do you care to tell us about your no doubt highly intelligent conversation with Miss Bell?"
"Sure Professor," he stood up, cleaned his throat, and I braced myself for the worst, "We were just discussing the probability to which the last time you washed your slimy hair just might be."
Oh, he just didn't say that with a straight face.
I think Snape's face was trying to implode on him. Everything seemed to move towards his greasy nose. His eyes started to bug in and his mouth became a tiny line, scrunched up in fury. Kinda scary.
"50 points from Griffindor!" he finally said. "And detention tonight Mr. Weasley."
"Well," Fred said as he sat back down next to me as Snape walked away in a fury, "At least I don't have to go to practice tonight."
He was smiling. He just lost us 50 points, probably has to wash Snape's hair for his detention and he's smiling. Oliver's gonna have his head.
And tomorrow's my birthday!
So did ya like? I hope so. Warn me if Oliver and Katie are becoming gag cute versus the all loving smile cute. I need to know these things. So if you happen to gag during a certain scene. Warn this poor author before it gets worse.