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And oh my god my vacation was on the border line of good and bad the whole time. You see we went to Orlando and did all those theme parks, but my brothers forgot their suitcase, our rental car broke down and the stupid people just decided not to pack our luggage for the ride home. That and my freaking sinuses wouldn't leave me alone!
So now that I'm home I'd figure I give you all a lil chapter!
Oh, by the way, I know I didn't write about the twins birthday (somewhere in November) but for my sake let's pretend I did. Ok? Ok.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
April 20, Monday, end of charms and a continuous of the last entry because shorty came over during the middle of it and made me demonstrate a cheering charm.
damn cheering charms. And yes, shorty does equal Professor Flitwick incase anybody wasn't too sure on that one.
Ok, where was I? Oh yes, throwing a piece of grass at my dear captain head-
"Kat!" he chuckled over his shoulder and brushing the dirt off the back of his head as we continued to walk towards the cupboard to put the crate away.
And at that precise second he let go with that hand, the other slipped and then I accidentally let go and the crate fell directly onto my little foot.
…ok, so I'm a size ten and me feet aren't exactly 'little'. but who cares! That thing is heavy!
"OWWWWWWW!" I howled, pulling my foot out, holding it and jumping up and down. What a sight….
"What's wrong?" Oliver asked, shocked and worried that I did some SERIOUS harm to myself.
Actually one, it was kinda 'serious' and two, it was partially his fault.
"You dropped the crate!" I said, jumping up and down.
Oliver just sighed and-
Crap, why does Flitwick always mosey on over to where I'm sitting?
Divination
ok, now that I have finally found a class where I know a teacher won't come five yards near me (Treawely is always going on about how Fred and George are both going to suffer a terrible death (yes she does it to every year and yes, the twins are basking in the spotlight, always wondering about the specific detail, baiting her on)) I'll finally finish this stupid entry. Gah, what does a person have to do to finish up something. I'll tell ya' what: getting your foot killed, locked in a broom closet, missing breakfast and still having to go to all your classes after a two hour-physically-killing-dawn-practice and running on ZERO sleep! Did I mention the fact that I'm currently sitting in my Quidditch robes? What a day! And it's only third period!
SLAM!
I stood up straight in the now pitch black broom closet. "That wouldn't be the door slamming, would it Oliver?"
"Err…"
You see, after I managed to regain the walking capacity and I could begin to feel my toes we continued to bring the crate back in the cupboard. But before I tell you the rest, I got to give you a little background information.
Now you cannot open the broom closet from the inside. It's physically impossible. And to put the crate in, you have to carry it all the way to the back, or else it just won't fit. So normally we put a rock or a stick in the way so the door doesn't close. Except this time it did.
"Oliver?"
"Yes?"
"You did put the rock in the way, right?"
"Of course I did."
"Then why ARE WE SITTING IN THE DARK?"
"…because the door closed…?"
"…thank you captain obvious."
"Anytime-"
"OLIVER!"
Then I heard someone crackle outside the door, "Try and get out of that one you ratty lions-"
"FLINT!" I screamed. You see, I carried the crate in first so I pretty much climbed over the crate and nearly push Oliver over so I could scream at the prick outside the door. "YOU FLITHY NO-GOOD DEAD BEAT UGLY SON OF A BITCH PRICK! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL CASTRATE YOU WITHOUT THE SECOND I GET OUT OF HERE!"
Bloody prick never answered.
"I think you scared him away Kat," Oliver said next to me in the dark after a few seconds.
"ARGH!" I cried, falling back and sitting on the crate. "How are we going to get out of here?"
"We're not," Oliver said, sitting next to me.
"Peachy."
"Oliver, how long has it been?" I asked god knows how long later.
"I don't know, I can't see my watch, probably an hour."
I started banging my head against the wall behind me but then caught the back of my head. Damn keeper reflexes can even see in the dark. Damn it.
"You're going to hurt yourself," damn it, I could even see him smile in the dark…without really seeing…but I saw it…hmm..
"I think that was the point," I said, standing up and the kicking the door, "OPEN UP DAMN IT!"
I heard Oliver chuckle from right behind me. So I did the sensible thing and turned around on my heel and did a complete face plant right into his chest. You see, the thing I didn't hear was him stand up.
"How the hell do you have hard muscles from sitting on a broom all day, everyday?" I asked slowly, putting a hand over my stunned face. "How?"
Now just to clear things up so there's no confusion, Oliver has a Quidditch players build/muscles. Which is like the equivalent to a soccer players or swimmers build…at least according to Angelina. But she's practically a genius so she must be right. So therefore there's no random muscles just sticking out all over the place like once again according to Angelina like a football player or body builder I think it was. But how do you build bodies? Muggles can be so weird…
Oliver chuckled and pulled me into a hug and I rested my head in the spot that just killed my nose.
"How are you laughing?"
I felt him shrug his shoulders and kiss me on my head.
"So, um, can't you bust down the door or something?" I asked, tracing my hand up his arm…ok, muscled arm. I mean how does he get them from sitting on a broom? Is there some trade secret I don't know about?
Oliver chuckled, "I don't know, do you have a wand on you?"
"Er…back in my locker," I admitted, "But I'm sure you could mangae it like in those muggle movies!"
"Have you seen the lock on the door outside?"
"Yes…"
Ok, so the freaking lock was huge.
"Who would want to steal school brooms anyway….?" I muttered.
Who gets a four key lock anyway for a stupid broom closet where there's only three Sharp Arrows and the ball crate. I mean, all the good brooms are kept in the team locker rooms! It's insane!
"You ran that play flawlessly by the way," Oliver said after a while.
I looked up at him. Or what I hoped was him because I couldn't see past my nose. "Well that's because I have a great captain who thankfully drills it into my head every two seconds," I said, laying the sarcasm on real thick so there would be no way he could miss it.
"Glad I could be of service," he said right before he pressed his lips against mine.
When the hell did he get so close? Now not only am I the kissee, but now I'm the kissee-who-can't-freaking-see-a-thing.
And just when I was starting to get over the fact that I will always be the kissee with this guy and was starting to enjoy this happy little moment, McGonagall open the closet door. And therefore I practically jumped three feet away from Oliver…or I would've if the wall wasn't only a foot behind me causing me to kill my back.
Mental note: Katie Bell does not to good in small places where she often hurts herself continuously.
"Now I know why you two weren't at breakfast," she said, her lips pursed. "Go to second period this second."
We nodded our heads and I filed out behind Oliver as we headed back to the locker rooms.
"I didn't mean after you got changed," she said and we stopped in our tracks. "since you've been out here since five this morning, I had the liberty of getting them." was that sarcasm? "They're in the entrance way. Get them and get to class."
"This would've never happened if DAWN PRACTICES wasn't a word!" I said as we started to climb the first set of stairs…in our scarlet robes. "I am going to kill Flint!" I added, stuffing my pads into my bag, broom slung over my shoulder. "The twins are never going to let me live this down." at that moment my stomach let out a very, very Katie-why-on-God's-green-earth-haven't-you-feed-me-yet-? growl. "And I'm starving!"
"It could be worse," Oliver pointed out, taking off his gloves.
"How?" I asked exasperatedly.
"We could still be stuck in there, Snape could've found us instead, we could've gotten detention meaning we couldn't have practice," he said, counting off his fingers.
"Because not having practice is such a shame…"I mumbled
"That would mean more dawn practices," he pointed out.
I looked at him, smiling slightly, "I guess it could've been worse then…"
He put an arm around my waist, "I know it could've been worse."
By then we reached the sixth floor and I had D.A.D.A. peachy.
"Well," I said, looking at my classroom door, "At least Lupin won't kill me…and I did miss charms."
"Lucky you," Oliver laughed, "That's where I've got to go."
"Have fun with that," I smiled.
"I will," he said before giving me a kiss and going up the next flight of stairs.
I turned to my classroom door and took a deep breath in my scarlet robes, broomstick in my hand. I would never be able to live that down.
More or less
No kidding 'Lic
I don't understand why Treawely is always with the twins…
Jealous that she's taking up time with your boyfriend
That means that she's with George too
Damn her!
April 28, Tuesday, er…around midnight…?
"So the plan is to kidnap 'Lic and bring her to The Three Broomsticks?" I asked Fred during Herbology.
"Yup," he said. "Alls you have to do is half of it."
"Sounds easy…" I said sarcastically. None of the twins plans were exactly 'easy'.
"No it is! George is going to pretend he wants to have a good snog and then you and Ange do that leg lock hex that makes her go as stiff as a board, blind fold her and put spell-o-tape over her mouth."
"That's half?"
"Me and George and Oliver are going to carry her!"
"She's half a twig! It's not like that's hard!"
"…ok, so maybe it's more like ¾ of the plan…Hehehe…."
"I still can't believe I got kidnapped!" 'Lic squealed as we finally undid all the hexes at our favorite table in the Three Broomsticks right after dinner.
"Believe it!" George said giving her a sloppy kiss as we all set off party poppers.
"They're a cute couple," I said to Oliver as I smashed a sombrero on his head.
"What?" he asked, putting a pirate hat with feathers on my head, "And we're not?"
"No," Ange said before I could answer, "You two make me gag every second you two are within two feet of each other-HEY!-I was just kidding!" she laughed as I punched her shoulder. Then she bounded away laughing in her antlered hat towards Fred who somehow managed to get a large ring leaders hat again.
"I'll go get the butterbeers," Oliver laughed.
"As long as you're treating!" Fred called.
"Ok," 'Lic said a few rounds of butterbeers and an hour later, "Where are my gifts?"
I saw Oliver mentally kick himself, Hehehe, yes I'm physic! Yeah, after a good five years I know when he's going to forget things. Lucky him I added his name at the bottom of the card in his handwriting the best I could.
Now, I love giving out gifts. You should see me at Christmas, I bound around the house singing Christmas carols laughing like an idiot especially when I can dish out gifts. So it's only expected that I completely overboard with wrapping things.
"Katie…how much tissue paper is in this bag?" 'Lic asked as she attempted to find her gift among the green, mint, periwinkle, purple and light pink tissue paper in the sparkly gift bag. "Katie!" she cried as she finally then found the wrapped gift. "How many trees are you going to kill in one gift?"
"Just rip it open already!" I laughed.
Jeez. I hate it when people unfold the paper and save the freaking tape. When I get a gift, I make it fun and everyone around thinks a tornado just blew through.
"KATIE!" she laughed as she found a velvet box in the wrapped box. I told you I was psycho about wrapping things. I told you.
"OPEN IT 'LIC!"
I couldn't take it anymore. She was taking FOREVER!
"Katie it's beautiful!" she gasped as she opened the small velvet box.
"Is it a wedding ring?" Fred asked from behind me.
"No!" I laughed as my elbow found his stomach rather painfully…for him that is.
Actually I got her this pretty bracelet. I was going to get her a necklace but George told me he was going to get her one and sweet boyfriend pretty sometimes beats some-times-really-really-edgy-life-long-friend…sometimes. And it was one of those times where I dropped the stubbornness.
So any way the bracelet me 'and Oliver' got her was a silver chain-it's really a very pretty sterling silver chain with one of those really-cool-why-doesn't-my-bracelet-have-that patterns. And then there's this little charm of her patronus a-
"A reindeer!" She squealed.
Yes, last semester we learned about them and me, 'Lic, Ange and the twins wanted to find what ours were so we spent weeks practicing them at random times. Fred tried to send his (a grizzly bear) with George's (a grizzly bear (surprising hu?)) on Oliver when he set up two dawn practices in a row.
"Katie I LOVE IT!" she beamed almost breaking me in half in a bear hug.
"It's from Oliver too," I managed to choke out, "Didn't you see the card?"
She let go of me to read the card and thanked Oliver when she saw 'his' addition to the card wishing her a Happy 16th Birthday.
"So we only get one present from the both of you?" Fred asked. He shook his head, "This won't do. ONE gift from TWO people? I won't allow it!"
"It was definitely expensive though," 'Lic said as George did the clasp up for her and both me and Oliver elbowed Fred. Poor kid's going to have one bruised up stomach by tomorrow.
And so I watched as everyone dished out their gifts for 'Lic. Ange got her some of her favorite perfume (which she was moaning that she was running out of), Fred got her a coupon for a lifetime supply of any of him and his twins pranking objects and promised never to use her as a tester. He claimed that the coupon would be more than life it self when he and George opened up there soon-to-be-in-two-years-time joke shop. George told her that he 'accidentally' left her gift up in his dorm and he'd give it to her the second they got back. Apparently 'Lic was the only one who didn't realize that meant a gift and that none of us would be going any where near that dorm for at least 45 minutes. Which also meant we had to guard that door.
Eventually we left the Three Broomsticks around three hours later at nine. But what a sight we must've looked. I mean look at all our hats! 'Lic was wearing this big old Sun hat, George was wearing this Zorro hat with one of those roses sticking out. Fred was in a Ring leader's hat that was two feet taller than the normal size, Oliver was in a sombrero and I was wearing a very feathery pirate hat. Not to mention Angelina's hat, she looked like a freaking deer with the antlers sticking out of that bowler's hat that looked strangely similar to Fudge's.
"Hey," Oliver smiled as he lightly bumped into me as an antlered Ange left me to go walk arm in arm with the ring leader.
"Hey your self Mr. Sombrero," I laughed, flicking one of the beads that decorated the very large brim of his hat, bumping back into him.
"You know you love it," he said before giving me an Eskimo kiss so the sombrero covered both our heads and the beads swished back and forth against each other.
"Oh yes," I laughed, "A Scottish man in a sombrero is exactly what I was looking for."
"And sarcasm is exactly what I was looking for," he rebutted, giving me a lopsided smile.
"What can I say?" I smiled, shrugging my shoulders, "I have a knack for that."
Oliver laughed, "Now all I need is a stripped poncho and all you need is an eye patch and maybe a hook."
"And how would I play Quidditch, dear captain?" I smiled
"Good point," he said, rubbing his chin, "we'll definitely have to go for the peg leg."
"What did the twins slip in your drink?" I laughed.
"It wasn't us!" both the twins called from in front of us. One arm in arm with Ange and the other with 'Lic.
"By the way," Oliver said, slipping an arm around my waist, "Thanks for covering for me with the gift. I can't believe I forgot."
I waved it off with my hand, "I knew you would forget with all the 'Quidditch, more Quidditch', 'five practices a week isn't enough', and 'dawn practices are the best thing ever invented' not to mention 'we HAVE to win that cup!' every two seconds it was pretty predictable you would forget."
Oliver chuckled slightly as he scratched the back of his head, tilting the sombrero forward slightly. "Thanks," he said again as he kissed my temple, "I think…"
I laughed as we followed the two couples in front of us back up to Honeydukes.
And thankfully the return trip wasn't anything like the one from my birthday party. No wet shoes!
Oh…and 'Lic really liked her gift. I mean really like her gift, the one besides the beautiful necklace George got her. Catch my drift? Hu? hu?
Ok! I hope you all liked this little chapter my me! ok, now it's like midnight and I really wanted to get this up and I was supposed to be asleep ages ago, Hehehe.And guys, just because I don't nag you about book length reviews doesn't mean you can just go back to writing 'great job' or 'great job, update please' or just plain 'UPDATE!'. I mean, I'll aprriciate any thing you guys hand me but feed back is always very VERY helpful! Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink. Or what ever hint signal you want. So review please! The longer the reviews the longer the chaps! hehe hehe…I'm so cruel!
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