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May 3, Monday, errr…what class am I in? oh yeah, History of Magic! (why do I sound so excited?)
Ha ha! So I finally got my belated anniversary gift. Yup, that's right it finally appeared. I mean literally appeared.
So one second my alarm is going off and the next I find this little really-actually-quite-nicely-wrapped-up-in-pretty-wrapping-paper-and-red-ribbon box right next to it. And of course a letter from Oliver:
Dear Kat,
Happy Belated Anniversary! I'm so sorry I couldn't give you this sooner-or in person, I had to meet McGonagall about being able to book the pitch more. Sorry I won't see you this morning. Hope you like the gift, unfortunately it isn't anything like or as good the one you gave me.
How you managed to deal with me so far is still a mystery to me.
Love you.
Your freaking-Scottish-kilt-wearing-son-of-a-bitch-captain,
Oliver.
P.S. try holding off on dying Snape's hair until AFTER the match.
Several things registered in the few moments that followed.
1) how and why the hell is he trying to book the pitch more? WE'RE ALREADY OUT THERE 24/7!
2) I was sure he's present would be great
3) he's never going to let me live that line down.
4) being so sweet and all canceled out the Quidditch drabble and made it so easy to deal with him.
5) he said he loved me
6) I probably should wait until after the match to humiliate Snape
7) if I didn't get dressed and out the door in five minutes I was going to be late
8) Finny was snacking on my ear-
HOLD ON! HE SAID HE LOVED ME? WHAT?
"Awwwwwwwwww!" Ange and 'Lic cooed.
It was at breakfast and I showed 'Lic and Ange the note Oliver left me, practically underlining the 'love you' part.
"Awwwwww?" I asked. "What am I going to do?"
"Tell him you love him too?" 'Lic suggested.
"Really Katie," Ange agreed, "It's not like you can just ignore something like that."
"Point taken," I nodded, looking up and down the table for Oliver, "But where is he?"
"Says he's going to see McGonagall," Ange said, pointing to that specific line.
"Oh," I said, "But McGonagall is up at the teachers table," I pointed out.
Where WAS he?
"So how are our favorite girls?" the twins asked, sitting across from the three of us.
"Where's Oliver?" George asked.
"Dunno," I said, looking at my eggs.
"So he finally gave you the note then!" Fred said cheerfully, looking at the paper next to my plate. "What are you going to do?"
"What do you mean 'what am I goin-'," a thought just struck me as I folded it up and put in the pocket of my robes, "YOU KNEW!"
George glared at his twin and Fred smiled guiltily. I joined George in the glaring.
"Don't look at me!" Fred said, "George was there too!"
"Leave me out of this!"
"You used the extendable ears too!"
"So?"
"It was half of your idea-"
"WHAT HAPPENED?" I asked, stopping their bickering.
Fred sighed at his twin, "We might as well tell her-"
"DAMN RIGHT YOU BETTER!"
Fred rolled his eyes, "For a few days Perc has been complaining that he can never go to sleep with Oliver pacing around at lights out and asking him a question every two seconds."
"We just figured it had to do with Quidditch," George said, "But Percy said it was very unlike him and if you looked up Quidditch in the dictionary, Oliver's picture would be there."
"So there was no way it was Quidditch."
"So one night we used the Extendable Ears."
"Oliver was asking Percy whether or not he should write 'it'."
"Percy said 'why not?'."
"And Oliver asked him what Penelope Clearwater said after he told her he loved her."
"Then there was a big long pause where Percy muttered 'I didn't'."
"We figured it out from there."
"But Oliver caught us-"
"-and made us promise-"
"-actually it was more like a threat-"
"-not to tell you," Fred concluded.
"Awwwwwwwwww!" Ange and 'Lic cooed again.
"What is with all these Aww's?" I asked.
"Katie," Ange said, putting an arm around my shoulders. "I love you, but sometimes you are SO oblivious."
"Maybe that's why Oliver and her didn't get together sooner," 'Lic put in and I elbowed her gently. "what's she's trying to say is that Oliver actually put a lot of thought into writing that."
"He put thought into something-?" Fred started.
"-You mean besides Quidditch?" his twin finished.
I ignored them.
"Which means he REALLY cares," Ange concluded, dropping her arm off my shoulders and starting to eat her eggs.
"Oh," I said, suddenly realizing everything that apparently was happening right in front of me. "….Awwwwwwwww!"
Damn! Now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Next I'm going to be giggling.
Gah! I won't let it go that far. N-E-V-ER!
So what did Oliver get you?
…
Why are you banging your head on the desk?
I forgot it back up in our dorm!
You're terrible.
…as if we don't say things at the same time enough, now we have to write things at the same time?
Hahaha
Ok, well stop.
Thank God
So you going to run up to the dorm and get his gift?
Yeah, I guess I should….
Almost the very end of double Transfig.
Holy.Fudge.
I LOVE OLIVER!
…yeah, I should probably tell him that sometime today…preferably before Quidditch practice which translates into before I get somewhat mad at him in the pitch. Yeah, that's top priority right about now, not to mention this stupid canary that I'm supposed to turn into a bucket of water. Random enough for you?
Getting my mind back on track…
I finally ran up to the tower and got my present.
"OH. MY. GOD!"
Yes, I nearly squealed…nearly.
He got me the most absolutely-positively-no-doubt-in-my-mind the prettiest locket EVER!
I mean pretty as in this white gold ivory-trimmed-with-lots-of-pretty-design-stuff-on-it-with-a-really-pretty-chain-too pretty locket. And after a minute or two of attempting to open the clasp, I finally remembered a decent charm to open it. And inside was the cutest picture. There was a picture of me and him. Well, in one side there was supposed to me and him in the other, but apparently the picture-me didn't want to stop hugging the picture-him, so one frame was empty. But who cares?
I can't say I blame picture-me.
So that's basically where I put it on, after another minute or so attempting to get the clasp to work (does anybody else notice that I have severe problems with these things?) I ran back down to the fifth floor and was late to transfig. But who cares?
I LOVE OLIVER!
…really need to tell him that.
Beginning of double potions
"Ok," I came to the lunch table, smiling from ear to ear, where all of my friends were, minus one. Oliver, "Where is he?"All of my friends shrugged their shoulders.
"Lot of help you all are!" I said, yet somehow laughing. Sarcasm and laughing don't exactly mix.
Before they could answer I turned on my heel and walked out the Great Hall.
And so for the next 15 minutes, I searched the halls for my Oliver Wood.
Yes, you heard right, my Oliver Wood.
And after much searching, as I was doubling back towards the Great Hall (hey, I got to eat too) I found him. It was on the second floor and I guess he must've been hungry too because he was heading towards the Grand Staircase.
And as I've done many times before, I sprinted up to him and jumped on his back. Why would now be any different from all those other times? Oh yes, I remember now, he didn't turn around for once and so therefore I was actually successful in this for once in my life.
"That better be you, Kat," he laughed, grabbing my legs that I had wrapped around his waist.
"How'd you know?" I asked laughing.
"Lucky guess," he joked.
I hoped off his back, he turned around to face me and I gave him the hugest huge I could muster. "Love you, Ol," I murmured.
"WHAT!" he pulled apart.
I was shocked, confused, and taken back all at the same time.
"Was that…wrong?" I asked, slightly shaken and still completely befuddled.
"You love me?" boy, he looked just as confused as me.
"Yes…?"
"Really?"
"Yes…did I do something wrong here?" I asked, I think I even put my hands on my hips. Really should stop doing that.
"No!" he said, shaking his head, smiling.
What the hell is going on here?
Next thing I know I'm engulfed in this huge hug. Yes, huger than mine…bummer.
Once again, what the hell is going on here?
"Love you to, Kat," he muttered in my sandy blonde hair.
Alright, everything's good now.
"Ditto," I said brightly, pulling apart, "But I didn't have any lunch and now I'm absolutely starving."
Oliver laughed and I, yes I, dragged him back to the Great Hall where my lunch awaited me.
"So did you finally get my gift?" Oliver asked as he let me drag him on the way down the stairs.
I suddenly remembered this fact. So I turned around and gave him a kiss. Which was really, really, REALLY hard now that I think of it. You see I was one step below him AND he's a good five inches taller than me.
"YES!" I laughed, continuing to drag him.
Awwwwwwww, how sweet
Hey Ange
So that's all that happened?
Yes
There wasn't some crazy snog in a broom closet?
You mean like what you and Fred do? No.
What? You can't just change the subject around
I just did.
Be that way then
I will
Shut up Katie.
…NO!
Hahaha. Yes, now there's only three more minutes left in this class then I can escape! YES!
…wait, what's that on the blackboard? WHAT! HELL NO! NO WAY AM I WRITING A FOOT LONG ESSAY FOR TOMORROW!
May 4, Tuesday, after practice.
Ahhhhh, you can always know when the Quidditch final is coming up. Oliver is always yelling at us, people start duels in the halls, Oliver continues to yell at us, more people get hexed, Oliver yells at us again…did I mention Oliver yells at us even more or the fact that now he gives us tips on our ay to classes.
"Remember, Harry, you have to wait until we're 50 points up," Oliver said to Harry as the poor child walked to Transfig. I was with him at the moment. "50 points up harry, or we'll win the game but lose the cup. 50-"
"I GET IT OLIVER!" Harry screamed before walking into class, getting slightly red in the face.
"Do you think he understands?" Oliver asked me.
I rolled my eyes and sighed smiling, "I'm sure he understands by NOW Oliver," I said as we walked towards the west wing. He had charms and I had Divination (pointless class if you ask me, drop it as soon as possible). "I mean, you've only told him about five million times. He'd be daft if he didn't."
"Good point," Oliver chuckled. "ARGH! I forgot to tell him not to walk in the halls alone!"
I sighed.
Every now and then Oliver has these bouts of Quidditch obsessiveness. Honestly, it's best to wait them out. Ok, so maybe it's more like every five seconds he has one of these bouts. Just 16 more days the Final'll be over and we'll have the cup (knock on wood) and we'll be golden.
May 6, Thursday, after classes
It is official, someone finally tried to hex me.Finally meaning everybody else on the team already had someone go at it with them.
So I was walking through the hall during second period to the bathroom. So I used the fifth floor one and none other than 'Nat' was there, caking herself with makeup in front of the mirror. Ew.
"Katie," she simply said as I walked in.
I ignored her and walked towards the stalls.
"DON'T INGORE ME!"
She shoot some random spell at me. But I turned around in time to put up a shielding spell and then send a hex right back at her. Ok, so maybe it was two hexes, hell it might've even been three.
I smiled at my handiwork knocked out cold on the ground. 'Nat' was truly turned into a bug. Or somewhat turned into a bug. I gave her big fly eyes, bat wings for ears and let's not forget a forked tail.
When I went back to transfig she was still knocked out on the floor.
…and her makeup looked really REALLY bad. Actually, SHE just looked really really bad.
After practice (notice how we're having these EVERY night now?)
"WHAT!" Oliver asked as he came over to me, Ange, 'Lic and the twins. We were sharing our 'hexing stories', they only seem to get better as the finals get closer. "WHAT HAPPENED?"
"Kates hexed Natasha!" Fred said triumphantly for me.
"WHAT!" he turned to me, "WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN!"
"Second period!" that was George this time.
"WHAT!" ok, Oliver enough of the 'what's, we get it. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!"
"Because of this," 'Lic and Ange said.
Wow, way to hit the nail on the head.
Oliver's expression softened and after that he just sighed and told us to go get changed, practice was over.
"Kat?"
I jumped a bit as I came out of the locker room, but it was just Oliver.
"Way to surprise me!" I laughed as we walked down the stairs.
"Why didn't you tell me about Natasha?" he asked suddenly.
Do have any idea how nice it was to hear 'Natasha' and not 'Nat'? it was like heaven's angel's singing!
I sighed and looked at the wooden stairs we were climbing down, "I didn't want you to get worked up. You have enough with the cup and all. Besides, it was nothing."
I looked back up at Oliver, who was still frowning.
"What ever happened to telling me everything?" he asked.
Oh god, he was giving me big eyes. Big pleading eyes. Damn I HATE it when he does that. Do know how hard it is not to hug or kiss him when he does that? NO! you don't! it's almost impossible!
I smiled and gave him a quick kiss.
"Why'd you do that?" Oliver asked as I slipped my arm around his back and we came out of the pitch and continued to walk back up to the castle.
"Because you're too damn cute when you give me those eyes," I sighed.
He sighed and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "But next time tell me," he said, slipping his arm around my waist, "Ok?"
"Ok," I laughed.
"…how come you never giggle?"
"What?" I asked, snapping out of my happy place, "Where did that come from?"
"You never giggle," he shrugged his shoulders. "Every other girl I know giggles."
"Do you want me to giggle?" I laughed, an eyebrow cocked.
"No," he chuckled. But then he did something very, VERY mean. he tickled me. He tickled my sides, the most ticklish part of me.
"NO! NO! That's not aloud!" I laughed, more or less collapsing to the floor. I am the most ticklish person I know. And he knows it. "Sto-op! STOP! OLIVER! AHAHAHA! Stop…"
Damn, I can't even yell at him while I'm laughing.
By then I was laying on the grass, trying to crawl away as he continued to tickle me. Yes, I've been reduced to an attempt to crawl.
Oliver stopped tickling me and sat down next to me on the grass.
What an odd scene. I was laying stomach-down on the grass in a pair of jeans, clumps of grass in my death grip as I continued to laugh into to rest of the grass. And then there was Oliver, sitting next to me, his legs spread out in front of him and leaning on his hands that were right behind him…and he was laughing too.
"You really don't giggle, do you?" Oliver chuckled.
"No," I was in the aftermath of being tickled. You know, when your still trying to laugh, but you can't help but let one or two out here and here? I hope so, because I can't explain it any other way. "I told I don't," I laughed/said as Oliver helped me up.
"Just wondering," he said, slipping his arm around my waist again.
God, the way his mind works…
Ok, so the lest few paragraphs seemed to be completely meaningless but I promise it'll come up again in maybe two to three chapters. So remember that!
You all are so lucky I got this up today because tomorrow (Sunday) I have to wake up at 4 in the morning to go to volleyball tourney upstate. So bow damn it! Lol.
Gah! no one mentioned the great gift Katie got for Oliver! GAAAAAH! lol
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