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April 16, Thursday, Defense
So what are we doing for my birthday?
Hu?
Katie! My birthday's in twelve days!
I know! You've been telling me over the past month, counting down, you just caught me at a bad time, I didn't get any sleep last night.
Maybe that's because you were out with Oliver for like two hours.
It was that long…
Yup, now what did you get me?
I don't know, what's you get me?
You're birthday was in March!
So get something for my anniversary.
Haha, alright, when is it?
The 28th
That's my birthday!
Wait…21, 22, 23...sorry bad with numbers give me a sec….…………..oh my god! it is!
After classes and some time before practice
"We have to celebrate our anniversary on a different day!" I said running into the common room.
I was met by several weird looks from several different people in several different years. You see, I had hoped Oliver would be sitting on the couch as he normally is right after classes. So instead of telling this to Oliver, I told this too some random second year with a camera who instantly took a picture of me with a huge flash. I was seeing spots as I climbed up to the seventh year boy's dorm.
"Oliver?" I asked opening the door. There was definitely someone in there, I just couldn't tell who because there was currently a huge red dot over their face with several other different colored dots flying around the room.
"Umm…h-hi…"the red dot said, more like squeaked.
"What's wrong with your voice, Ol?" I asked the dot, which was gradually fading away.
"What's wrong with it?" a rough Scottish accent asked from right behind me.
So of course it was Oliver when I turned around. I mean, how many people are running around the school with a Scottish accent. Ok, maybe there's this one first year Hufflepuff who accent isn't nearly as deep, but that's it besides Oliver.
"Kat, are you ok?" Oliver asked, through several dots I could see him cocking an eyebrow at me.
"That kid with the camera took a picture of me," I explained, "Who needs that big of a flash?"
I was so still so dizzy that I was swaying back and forth so Oliver grabbed my elbow and guided me over to the edge of his bed to sit down and then got me a glass of water. How I made it up the stairs the world will never know.
"Thanks Oliver," I thanked after a while when all the dots finally disappeared from my view.
Damn flash…who has one that big and bight anyway?
"So what'd you need?" Oliver asked from besides me.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, we can't celebrate our anniversary on the 28," I said, suddenly forgetting about that stupid flash and that stupid kid who took probably a really stupid looking picture of me with that stupid camera that was stupidly huge and stupidly came equipped with that really stupidly big stupid flash.
"Why not?" he asked. "I was actually going to remember it this time around."
I was afraid he was going to get mad at me or at least a little bit irked.
Irked…Hehehe.. that's such a funny word…irk…Hehehe
"It's 'Lic's birthday," I explained. "So I was wondering if we could do something the day after…or something? You don't mind, do you?"
Oliver smiled warmly, "Of course not. But am going to have to find her a gift…"
I smiled and gave him a hug, "That makes two of us. Thanks Oliver."
"For what?" he asked as we went down to the common room.
I shrugged my shoulders, "For being an all around good guy and being so sweet."
Oliver was about to answer when Percy blew by past us from behind on the stairs, threw me off balance and pretty much took Oliver with me.
You see at the same time Oliver reached out to stop me from falling, I grabbed the collar of his robes which sent us flying down the stairs.
"You all right?" Oliver asked, sprawled out on the floor next to me.
"Ugh," I mumbled, rolling over onto my stomach, "I think so…What was that all about?"
"Percival," Fred said, him and George standing over us.
"Right prick he is," George agreed offering me a hand as Fred gave on to Oliver.
"Reckon he has a crush on little Kates over here-"
"WHAT!" that was me and Oliver. Oliver in more of disbelief and me in pure shoot-me-down-and-kill-me-the-biggest-prick-in-the-whole-castle-likes-me-likes-me.
"Well it makes sense," Ange said as she and 'Lic came over from the portrait hole.
"I mean he practically stalks you," 'Lic added.
I felt all the color drain from my face, "Really?" please god in heaven smite me oh mighty smiter.
"No," Fred said, "It's more of a why-doesn't-she-ever-notice-me type of thing."
"HE'S A PRICK!" me and Oliver again.
"I kinda have to notice him when he's taking house points away from me- ," I pointed out.
"And always around when you're in the hospital wing-," Ange added as I shuddered at my least favorite part about Hogwarts.
"Telling your mom stuff that didn't happen-" that was Fred
"-Trying to get a date out of you-" 'Lic added
"-And yelling at you for no good reason-" George put in.
"I think that's us, dear brother," Fred pointed out.
"Hmmm," George said with a pondering look on his face. "I think you just might be right," He turned to me "So what are you going to do about it?"
I looked around the room and registered three things.
1) Percy was sitting in one of the armchairs by the fire.
2) McGonagall just taught us how to transform books into cream pies.
3) there were millions of books lying around.
"Give me three seconds," I said, taking out my wand.
3...2...1...BAM!
"BELL!" Percy screamed, whipping pie off of his face, "WHAT WAS THAT FOR! THIRTY POINTS FROM GR-"
Five more pies came flying across the room straight into his face as I walked away and caught a bit of a bright flash out of the corner of my eye. I can see the school news headline now GIANT PRICK FINALLY BROUGHT DOWN TO SHAME BY FELOW HOUSEMATES AND LAUGHED AT BY ALL.
Oh god, heaven that would be.
After practice
"I still can't believe you did that," Fred laughed, "I mean, it was brilliant!""You all did it too though," I pointed out.
"But that was from across the room," Ange said, "No one would dare do it straight to his face."
"It was nothing really gu-"
"WILL YOU ALL STOP CHIT CHATTING AND GET BACK TO PRACTICE!" Oliver howled at us as he came streaking down the field, completely red in the face. "I DON'T CARE THAT PERCY'S A PRICK AND I DON'T CARE THAT HE GOT FIVE PIES ON THE FACE BUT WHAT I DO CARE IS-"
"-That we win the cup," we all chorused.
"-And it's your last year to win-"
"-You'll never get another chance at it-"
"-Even though there's the fact that you're going to get signed on-"
"-for your favorite team-"
"-Puddlemere United-"
"-but of course that doesn't matter-"
"-because this year we-"
"-have to win-The Quidditch Cup," we finished in chorus.
Oliver didn't know what to say. I mean by the way the vein on his neck was practically doing the conga, it was obvious we hit the nail on the head and therefore he couldn't think of anything else to say but-
"THAT'S RIGHT!-"
"-Ha!" Fred said, "We're right!-"
"-NOW GET TO PRACTICE! OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL SCALP YOUR RED HEAD FRED WEASELY!"
"…so know we're Indians?" Fred ventured.
"MOVE IT!"
"Aye, aye Mon Capitan," Fred said, saluting with his twin before streaking down the field as me, Ange and 'Lic started cracking up hysterically.
I was laughing at the vein on Oliver's neck doing the tango but they were probably laughing at the twins.
Oliver turned to us, completely red in the face, eyes bugging out and his mouth was pursed so much he looked like McGonagall on too much coffee. Let's not forget to add the crazy wind blown hair. This made me laugh even harder and I almost fell off my broom, so did 'Lic and Ange.
"WHAT IS SO FUNNY?" Oliver shouted as we tried to steady ourselves, helping each other, "THIS IS PRACTICE! PRACTICE ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE FUN OR-OR-OR A LAUGH FEST! NOW GET DOWN THE FIELD AND -"
"-Start practicing," we chorused before heading down the field.
"…THAT'S RIGHT!"
More or less practice was hell and I had perfect legal rights to kill him. I mean KI-I-I-LL him. Like with my bare hands kill. Or whack him over the head with a broom stick kill. Or so-many-different-ways-I-could-kill-him-but-too-worked-up-to-think kill.
I was pondering the different ways I could get him back when I realized Harry was talking to me as we were waiting for the stairs to change (Oliver for once used his head and decided to hang back a bit (making sure I get hit in the back by a bludger and making me do 200 push ups isn't exactly the right way to get me into a good mood, smart boy)).
"So I took you're advice Katie," Harry said as the stairs finally decided to change, me and 'Lic had started yelling at them.
"Really?" I asked, suddenly the urge to beat Oliver like he was a piñata started to leave my system. "What happened?"
"Well," Harry started, scratching his arm, "Hermione blushed and Ron's ears went red."
"Just like the twins!" I rejoiced, "I told you I was right!" I said turning to everyone else.
"Yeah, but then in potions Ron wouldn't help me until I admitted I was wrong and then in Divination Hermione predicted that I would spend the rest of my life as a book sitting on a dusty shelf for the rest of my life…and I would be a boring book too."
"Oh," my face dropped.
"Well I can tell you where you went wrong, mate," George said, putting an arm across Harry's shoulders, "Number 1: You asked Katie for advice-"
"-Hey-"
"-Number 2," Fred said, pushing me to the side to put his arm around Harry's shoulders as well. "Why on the name of Merlin's beard would you ask Ron for help-"
"-in potions of all things," they chorused.
"And finally Number 3," George said.
"Next time you get on that Firebolt of yours," Fred continued for his twin. I hate it when they do that. It's a freaky twin thing!
"FLY FAR, FAR AWAY!" they chorused again.
I really hate it when they do that.
"I think the twins are right about not taking your advice Katie," Harry said as we finally came through the portrait hole.
"Harry," I said, pretending not to be offended and really sweet. "if we are like yonger brother and older sister, that gives me perfectly good rights to beat you with a large and very heavy stick."
"Run mate," George whispered.
Harry practically bolted up the stairs to the boys' dorm.
AND HE'S OFF!
April 20, Monday, Charms
Maybe I don't know because I can't think because Oliver ran me into the ground, cracked my back senseless and almost had me crash three times…all before 7 am. Let me tell you about my day up to now in second period.
"Kat? Kat wake up," some one whispered in a harsh Scottish accent.
Wonder who that could be….
"No-oooo…," I groaned, rolling onto my stomach from my side.
"Kat," damn it, just be stern at five in the morning why don't ya?
"…but I don't want to get up mom….just five more minutes…." I pulled the covers around my shoulders up and over my head and pillow.
Because that was going to work…
Not two seconds after that, Oliver ripped the covers off my bed and left me curled up in a ball in my boxer pajama shorts, red tee and bare feet, absolutely freezing.
"I'm going to give you three seconds to put my covers back right back where you found them," I said, my eyes still closed.
"Ka-at"
"One"
"-We have practice-"
"-Two-"
"- Katherine Ann Bell!-"
"-Three!"
"-What in-?"
This is going to sound very, very weird. But somehow I managed to spring from my curled up position straight onto Oliver's back. Weird I know. The mattress must've helped.
"Why are girls so cranky in the morning?" Oliver asked as he tried to fend me off. Good luck with that buddy.
"Because certain Freaking-kilt-wearing-son-of-a-bitch-captain decided to wake me up at-" I glanced at the clock, "5 AM! WHAT IS GOING ON IN THAT HEAD OF YOUS?" I asked, tugging particularly hard on a lock of his brown hair.
"Quidditch," he laughed.
God only knows how he could've possibly laughed at a time like this.
"Oliver!" I groaned as he suddenly collapsed on my empty bed, me squashed somewhere underneath him. "OLIVER WOOD!"
"Yes Katherine Bell," he smiled down at me, turning over. "Can I help you?"
"Yes!" I answered with a hint of plea, "Let me sleep past 6, just this once!"
So maybe there was more than a hint of plea.
"Ummm" Oliver said as if he was thinking with a lopsided smile. Then he gave me a long kiss.
I.
Hate.
Him.
Damn Scottish boy.
"No," he said once he was done, then he got up and walked out the door. "Wake the two of them up and get down to the pitch in 15 minutes." he called back over his shoulder.
"20!" I called back, sitting up.
"15!"
"20!"
Damn.
Damn.
DAMN.
Scottish boy.
Damn!
"…18!"
"Deal!"
What a nice Scottish boy.
'What a nice Scottish boy'? he's waking me up at five in the morning! What do I mean 'nice'?
I looked at my fellow chasers. How the hell they slept through all of that I will never know.
"I would like to know what happened to the good ol' days," I said, having just finished practically dragging my two best friends, one cursing under their breath and the other cursing to the high heavens, "when I got woken up nice and gently. What happened?" I demanded from Oliver, poking Mr. High and mighty, Mr. I-think-it-would-be-fun-to-run-my-team-ragged-before-6-am-so-I'm-going-to-try-it in the chest. "I would also like to know what happened when DAWN PRACTICES WASN'T A WORD!"
"You mean words?" Oliver corrected, half smiling with an eyebrow cocked.
"WHAT EVER!"
"-FUCKING IDOIT! WHY THE HELL ARE WE OUT ON THE FUCKING PITCH SO FUCKING EARLY IN THE MORNING WHEN IT'S SO FUCKING COLD OUT?"
"…stupid ass…dumb ass…so damn early…why in hell…going to kill him…"
"Ange, open your eyes," I said bluntly, she was facing the wrong way. Then I decided to take a leaf out of 'Lic's book. "IT'S SO DAMN COLD OUT HERE WOOD! I'M GOING TO FREEZE MY FINGERS OFF AND THEN WHEN I CAN'T DAMN PLAY WELL ENOUGH YOU'RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO DEAL!"
"Quite done now?" Oliver smiled slightly.
"NO! STOP SMILING DAMN IT! IT'S MAKING IT VERY HARD TO KEEP YELLING AT YOU!" then I more or less had to prop my self up on my broom because there went all my energy.
"BELL! WHY CAN'T YOU GET THIS PLAY RIGHT?"
"BECAUSE YOU WANT ME AND 'LIC TO FLY AROUND ANGE FIVE MILLION TIMES AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT!"
"AND?"
"WITHOUT CRASHING!"
"AND?"
"IT'S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE!"
"DO IT!"
"…fine but when we finally do it it'll all be in your face…"
"WHAT WAS THAT!"
"JUST GUARD THE HOOPS ALREADY! WE'RE GOING TO SWITCH IT UP SO PAY ATTENTION!"
You can tell what a nice loving relationship we have.
Ok so this play is like beyond hard. I mean it's an ultra super nova mega on a hardness scale. Yeah, that's hard, it beats the one where I have to be chucked through the hoops. And it's top secrect so we can't even complain about it outside the pitch, and according to Oliver 'even then it's not safe'. I love him, but I'm going to have to deflate his sense of Quidditch obsession. Or I would if it wasn't physically impossible.
Ok, back to the ultra super nova mega hard play. I'll explain it. So 'Lic starts off with the ball, purposely drops it. Then the three of us dive to catch it but Ange is the one who is supposed to. Now bear with me here, this is where the ultra super nova hard part comes in. so Ange takes it down the field right? Not hard. Except me and 'Lic are supposed to barrel roll around her in tight little rolls so we barely miss her shoulders and so it looks like a tornado. Then somehow me and Ange are supposed to change places. Then we all pretend to be passing the quaffle to each other and then once we reach the penalty line we break off and go to separate goal post, all pf us pretending like we're going to shoot. Ange going towards the middle, 'Lic to the left and me towards the right one. And I'm supposed to put the quaffle in.
Ultra super nova mega fun right?….well it depends who you ask. Ask Oliver and he'll say it's the best thing ever, ask any of the chasers and it's the closest thing to hell.
So after the 22nd time, we were finally getting the barrel rolls right.
"Ye-ah!" Ange whooped as me and 'Lic kept barrel rolling around her.
"Ok, when I whistle," I said as we made our way down the field, "half way mark well switch"
"Got it."
"Sounds like a plan."
Two seconds latter I let out a soft low whistle and Ange and I swapped places. She barrel rolled at the perfect time and I was only two inches away from her knees and a complete disaster. Well, that's what Oliver wanted.
So then we all pretended to be passing it around and I got the great honor of making the sound effects by slapping my hand on the quaffle.
"Ok, penalty line break" I reminded them as we got nearer. "ready….GO!"
So we all broke off and I must say, it was a beautiful thing seeing Oliver having no idea where the quaffle was.
But the damn Scottish boy barely saved it by his finger tips.
"ARGH!" I cried, pretending to almost fall off my broom but catching myself at the last second, both upset and pleased at the same time. "I was so close…"
Oliver came over to me laughing and slapped me on the shoulder so hard that I almost did fall off my broom for real. "Great job girls," he said, putting an arm around me and holding me so close to him that I couldn't breath.
"…Oliver…air…please…?"
"Sorry Kat," he loosened his grip. "That was perfect."
"Would've been better if you hadn't saved it…" I mumbled.
Oliver just chuckled and ruffled up my hair.
What is this, beat up Katie day?
"Nice one Kates!" Fred said, slapping me on the back and George joined in too.
"Oh please," I laughed, "Get out of here and save some congratulating for your girlfriends," I motioned to Ange and 'Lic who were giving each other high fives.
"Will do!" George laughed as he and his twin headed to their girlfriends.
Oliver was just hovering around, watching Harry and the twins congratulate Ange and 'Lic, the quaffle still in his hand.
"So," I asked snatching the quaffle out of his hand and hovering next to him, "Does this mean no dawn practices for the rest of my life?"
"No," Oliver laughed making a wild grab for the quaffle but missed.
"So are we going to end practice before breakfast?" I asked looking at my watch, "it's almost a quarter to seven and I think with the great practice we had and all we deserve a good meal."
"Alright," he chuckled, "but you have to bring in the crate."
"Only if you help," I bargained.
"Fair enough."
"And you get the bludgers!" I laughed, flying off before he could say otherwise.
"Why do I always get stuck getting the bludgers?" Oliver asked as he wrestled one from the ground as I laughed. "It's not funny," he pointed out as it almost slipped away but caught it at the last second.
"You know it is," I laughed, holding the crate open, ready to lock the bludger in once Oliver got it under control.
"Ugh!" Oliver sighed sitting down on the grass, resting his back on the crate, as I locked the last bludger in.
I locked the crate and sat down next to him. "You know, I think no more dawn practices would be a brilliant idea-"
"-Ka-at-" he moaned.
"-think about it!" I said, "not only did I have to go through an exhausting two hour practice, but now I have to go through the whole day too-"
"-Kat-"
"-and I have P.O.W.L.S. and you have P.N.E.W.T.S., it's going to help everyone-"
"-Katherine Ann Bell."
"Oliver Wood."
"You are so stubborn."
"Ditto."
He laughed before standing up, "Help me?"
"With the crate?" I asked. "A big strong guy like you? Need my help?"
"Yes Kat," he chuckled. "A big strong guy like me needs your unrelenting strength and help."
"You know sarcasm's my thing."
"Bell!"
"Fine," I mumbled getting up and helping him carry the crate back in, "but I think pulling off a ultra super nova mega hard play- and RUNNING IT- exempts me from any other strenuous activity."
"Just carry the crate," he chuckled.
"No, I'm serious!"
He just kept chuckling, and since he was carrying the trunk ahead of me, I grabbed a chunk of grass and chucked it at the back of his head.
oh crap, here come Flitwick, damn damn damn da-
Ok, I hope you all enjoyed that little bit. Was the chap long enough? I hope so because my fingers are freezing up here on the north shore of long island and I can't type any more. Plus I have a math and Spanish test tomorrow (Spanish commands! Gah! Somebody shoot me now!) so if I don't update before the holidays, don't expect one until after new year's. I'm sorry, but I'm going away (traveling on Christmas day again! I hate spending it at the airport! GAH!) so I'm sorry everybody. So I hope you all have a Very Merry Christmas or a Happy Hanukah or maybe even a Happy Kwanzaa or what ever holiday tickles your fancy! Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!