Oh.
My.
GOD!
Do have any idea how nice it is to go to yahoo, sign in, and see that there's 20+ new mails just chop full of good reviews and just waiting to be read? Let me tell you, it feels pretty damn good!
Oh and (sorry, forgot who said it at the moment) Katie doesn't do the whole scene break thing. And if the scene does change, it's because nothing of value happened or because in the scene you pointed out, her thoughts were interrupted by one of her friends (that case Ange) writing in her book.
May 7, Friday, 8:09
"So you're not study for your test on Monday and I'm not studying for mine?"
"Yup, pretty much."
"Why?"
"I thought we went over this?"
"Go over it again?"
I laughed, "Because you're ridiculously comfortable and I really just don't feel like getting up."
"That so?" Oliver chuckled.
"Didn't we just go over this?"
Oliver laughed as I nestled into him more.
I want to point a few things out:
1) It's not my fault that it's perfect day out
2) It's not my fault that the fact that Oliver is ridiculously comfortable is 100 true
3) but it is my fault for dragging him out there and winding up lolling around under the big oak for a good three hours after classes and after we got changed.
Well, we weren't exactly lolling around. It was more of Oliver-sitting-down-and-leaning-his-back-against-the-trunk-of-the-tree-and-me-practically falling-asleep-in-the-crook-of-his-arm-on-my-side-with-my-head-and-one-hand-resting-on-his-chest. So it was my fault.
Who ever says Katherine Ann Bell will deny anything and everything is a damn liar.
I admit a lot of things. Like how I never really ever brush my hair in the morning because it'll just poof out. And that when I do brush my hair in the morning I always wind up putting it in a bun which more or less is linked with confession number 1. I bite my nails. I bite my lower lip when I'm thinking. I more or less gnaw on my quills. I'm stubborn. Me being stubborn leads to the fact that I never buy new quills because that's just how I run. And, I'm hopelessly in love with Oliver Wood.
Who says I can't admit things?
But that's completely off topic.
"Kat?" Oliver asked a few minutes later just as I started to nod off.
"Uh-hu?" I asked with my eyes closed.
For the record, resting your head on Oliver's chest while he's not obsessing over Quidditch and hyperventilating at the same time is a very good and easy way to fall asleep.
"Are you falling asleep?"
"No…." so I won't admit a few things.
"Good," he said brightly, and then he did something very mean.
He got up really quickly, causing my and my head and not to mention the rest of my upper body to fall to the ground. Yeah, that kind of upset the whole taking-a-nap idea.
"Oliver," I said shortly, sitting up and spitting several blades of grass out of my mouth. "What the hell was that for?"
"We have practice soon," he smiled crookedly down at me.
"No we don't," I rebutted.
"Yes we do," he chuckled, "now get u-"
Get up? Is that what he meant to say. Well, I did. I did get up and more or less jumped onto him which caused the both of us to go tumbling down the hill that the big oak tree resided on.
"Now exactly what was that for?" Oliver asked. "And you have grass in your hair."
I blew up a lock of hair that somehow managed to find it's way onto my face and rest on my nose. I looked down at him-
WAIT! YES! That's right! I was on top of him. Oh how the tides have turned over the course of the year!
"Because," I smiled, "You took my sleeping spot away."
"Your point?" Oliver laughed.
"My point is this," I said, "Number 1: two galleons say you have more grass in your hair than I do in mine" that was true enough, "And number 2: I'm still tired." I added this as settled down on his side and pretty much was in the same comfortable spot as before, except with no tree.
"But we still have pract-"
"No we don't," I cut him off, nestling into him more, some how he seemed more comfortable before and I needed to find that perfect spot again.
But half an hour later Oliver was on top of me about practice again. No I really mean on top of me. Somehow he rolled onto me. Not fun.
"Oliver, you're squishing me," I muttered.
"I'll get off if you get to the pitch," he smirked at me.
I glared back at him. Ok, well I tried to glare back at him. Do you know hard it is to stay mad at this guy? Especially when he has this one lock of brown hair that's in front of his face making him look ubberly cute and adorable and un-stay-mad-at-able? I thought not.
"Oh," I groaned, giving in, "Gerroff!" I said, pushing on his shoulders.
And thankfully he got off because my lungs were currently at a loss of something very important. You know, a little thing called AIR! yeah, kinda need that.
So being the good person I am, we trudged to the pitch where me and the rest of our 'merry' band of friends endured two hours of grueling practice. Not fun once again.
May 8, Sunday, 10 pm
So it's safe to say that I completely-and I mean COMPLETELY-forgot about my potions test tomorrow until about an hour and a half ago. So basically at exactly 8:32 when I was sitting in the common room and currently losing a game of exploding snaps (while Ange and 'Lic were reading these pamphlet thingies on the couch), the thought of my no-doubt-going-to-be-nastily-insanely-impossible-potions test tomorrow and the fact that I hadn't studied AT ALL popped into my head and right before I was squirt with that god-knows-what-it's-made of liquid those things squirt, I high tailed it to the library.And so, here I am…all alone…studying for this stupid test…all aloneYou're not alone
Ok, so MAYBE Oliver came by to-
Maybe?
-help me a bit-
A bit?
-and maybe that made this whole studying idea a little bit more bearable.
Maybe a little? do you want me to help?
…..
So all in all his great tutoring has helped me greatly and has ensured me an 'O' (insert big cheesy smile and two thumbs up).
happy Oliver?
"Very," he chuckled, reading over my shoulder at what I wrote.
"Good," I said, looking back towards my disgustingly-ugly-not-so-little-but-hug-potions-text-book-which-I-am-proud-to-say-I-don't-understand-at-all potions text books. "Now about me not knowing anything in those disgusting books."
"Right," Oliver laughed before helping me…again.
Now, I have no idea why I absolutely suck at potions. Not one. All's I know is that: #1 I'm terrible at it, #3 I have no idea why I'm terrible at it, and #4 I'm definitely dropping it next year and #5 I have no idea why I don't have a #2 on this list.
May 9, Monday, History of Magic
"Miss Bell? You-"
"I didn't do it!"
Professor McGonagall sighed from behind me.
This little scene occurred while I was attempting to eat my breakfast in peace. (Before the twins had tried to chuck eggs at my face so I threw a handful of hash browns at them and so I thought she came over just to yell at me.)
"Like I was saying," she said as I turned around in my seat to face her and whatever punishment she was about to dish out. "I thought you would like to know that you have a career advice meeting today during third period today."
"Oh," I said. At least she wasn't yelling at me for flinging food. That was always good. "Any ay I could come eight or ninth period instead? I can't miss charms today."
"Miss Bell," she said, "I know you have potions then and therefore the answer is no. and seeing your grades in that class 'especially no'."
"Oh," I said, disappointed. "Alright."
So instead of going to charms third, I went to McGonagall office with a few words of support from my friends.
"You'll be fine!"
"Yeah, I'm sure she won't bite your head off-"
"-like last time-"
"-when you messed up that transfigura-"
"WILL YOU TWO STOP IT?"
"SHE'S OBVIOUSLY SCARED ENOUGH FROM LAST TIME!"
Ok, so maybe they weren't that big of a help.
"Professor?" I asked, opening the office door enough to peek my head in.
"Finally," she said from one of two seats facing each other, "come in and have a seat."
I was a little hesitant I must admit. Last time a teacher sat in a chair facing mine without a desk in-between I could've sworn they were about to lunge at my throat. And this is not including Madame Pomphrey who apparently loves to torture me.
"Now," she said, leafing through a bunch of papers as I sat down. "What jobs are you considering after Hogwarts?"
"Uh," I bit my lip, "I really haven't thought about it that much, professor."
"Really?" she said looking up at me over the rim of her glasses and cocking an eyebrow, "You haven't given one thought to your future at all?"
Ok, now that's a little harsh. Excuse me but it's kind of hard to think when your captain-who also happens to be your boyfriend (don't exactly use that word a whole bunch…hmmm)-is driving you into the ground twenty for seven just because he's psychotic about winning the Quidditch cup. It's a little hard to even think about the present and focusing on not walking into a wall after a four hour practice let alone the future.
"Errr….I don't want to take potions next year…." I offered. Hey, it's the truth!
She pulled out a piece of paper out of the stack on her lap. "Well, Severus does mention that you seem to be having difficulty in his class," she sighed, "But a potion's N.E.W.T. is required in a lot of jobs. You really should've read the pamphlet's in the common room."
So that was what Ange and 'Lic were reading!
"…guess I shouldn't study then…" I mumbled.
"Excuse me?"
Oh, she heard that, possibly?
"I guess I should've," I covered up.
"Do you have any idea what you would like to do after Hogwarts?" she asked. "You have very good grades in all your other classes."
Well, I DO try…most of the time….
I ran a hand through my hair and continued to bite my lip.
"Well, for starters," she said after a few seconds, "What are you good at?"
"Quidditch," I said confidently without hesitating.
Except I said that without thinking. I mentally kicked myself. What teacher wants to hear that? It's not like I'm talking to Madame Hooch here!
She smiled, or more of a McGonagall smile which consists of one of the corners of her mouth curving up the slightest bit. "True," she agreed-wait, she agreed? With me? am I getting pranked?- "You are a very talented chaser but you cannot depend on athleticism alone in the outside world."
Damn, well riding those coat tails for a while had seemed like a good idea.
"Now Professor Lupin seems to talk very highly of you," she said, leafing through the papers on her lap once again.
I beamed. How can you NOT love that guy? Too bad the position is hexed…would love if he could stay around more than one year…
"Professor Sprout and Professor Hagrid as well," she continued, "and you do seem very inept in my own class.
"So," she continued, "is there anything outside of Quidditch you could see yourself doing in the future?"
I looked around her office. Yes, that would translate into 'searching for a somewhat decent answer'!
"Err…."
"So that would be a 'no'?"
"Yeah, that would be a 'no'."
So we spent the rest of third period looking and going over the pamphlets I was supposed to read on my own. In the end I still had no idea. But I picked some random job that allowed me to drop potions and divinatation and still keep all the classes I was apparently good at, letting me keep my options open anyway. But the more I looked at these jobs, the more I wanted to play Quidditch outside of school.
"Well," I said, as I got out of my chair and headed towards the door as the bell rang to leave third period rang, "Thanks Professor."
"Wood is wearing off on you then?"
"Huh?" I asked, turning around with my hand still on the doorknob.
"Quidditch then?" she simplified, shuffling papers from behind her desk.
"Definitely," I smiled.
"You better work hard then."
Wait? What is this? Another trace of a McGonagall smile? In a forty minute period? A miracle.
"Hard not to with Oliver around," I pointed out as I went into the hall and basically to this boring class.
'Quidditch'? That's all you could come up with?
Yeah, at least Angelina has this far fetched idea of being an aruror.
Far fetched? That so miss High Healer?
That's only my back up plan!
So what's you're first plan, then?
I'm going to be the first female Ministress of magic.
'Ministress'? did you make that name up yourself?
…possibly…
Hahaha
Oh, you're just sucking up to Oliver!
Sucking up? To Oliver? When have I ever done either?
She's got a point, she only sucks his face off everyda--;-'--' ok, there was absolutely no need to kick my chair over, Katie.
She's right, she could've made it much worse.
…how?
She could've said-
Don't even finish that Ange.
Fine.
So apparently my two best friends at least have some idea what they want to do in life. Me: 'Quidditch' is apparently my only vague idea about my future.
Whoo hoo, go me. Great plan Katie.Hell, even the twins know they want to open a joke shop and everyone knows Oliver'll end up on Puddlemere sooner or later.Well, The Quidditch Plan is better than no plan. And yes, The Quidditch Plan get's capitalized.After Dinner
"So you had career advice today?" Oliver asked after classes.
All of us were sitting under 'our' big oak tree. Yes, we have finally taken it over.Well, actually, it was more like Oliver laying on his back looking up at the sky through the branches, Fred and George looking over the grounds for an unsuspecting first year to test their newest products on and me, 'Lic and Ange trying to juggle the quaffle. I mean 'juggle' as in bounce-the-quaffle-off-our-knees-and-top-of-our-feet like those muggles do in that muggle sport Ange showed us (socker, I think.).
"Yeah," I said, rather proud of myself for bouncing the quaffle on my head five time in a row. "I'd like to pretend that never happened."
"What did you say?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows sounding concerned.
"Nothing TOO bad," I said what-I-would-like-to-be-a-smooth-voice-but-probabloy-wasn't-because-I-can-never-pull-it-off-as-good-as-the-twins as I juggled the Quaffle to Ange.
"What did she say?" he asked Ange and 'Lic.
"Quidditch," they both answered.
"Thanks guys," I said, the quaffle coming back to me, "Thanks a lot!" I laughed, kicking it hard at 'Lic.
'Lic caught it and laughed before handing it to Ange and dragging George to sit down. Ange laughed and chucked it at me and did the same with Fred. Except the difference here was that I wasn't really paying attention so it bounced off the top of my head and I started to bop it on my head until Oliver came over and snatched it out of the air.
"Quidditch?" he asked, holding the quaffle over my head.
"Quaffle?" I asked, wanting it back.
"Later," he said, "Quidditch?" he repeated.
"Practice at six," I said, trying to veer his train of conversation of course, "I know." I made a wild gab for the quaffle but no luck. "O-kaaaaaaaaaaay," I groaned and flopping down to sit on the grass under the big oak tree. "So I couldn't come up with anything else!"
I looked at my legs. Weird? Not so much. It was one of those spring days that no doubt predicted the bone boiling days of summer (which aren't too far away) so I ditched the jeans, shaved for the first time in god knows how long and wore my favorite pair of denim shorts. So me, looking at my legs in amazement that there wasn't a forest growing isn't that hard to believe.
"What's so bad about Quidditch?" Oliver asked sitting down next to me, the quaffle in his lap. He was wearing a light pair of slacks and a light blue tee shirt, he had slipped his shoes off before so he was currently barefoot.
I cocked an eyebrow and smiled, "You mean besides the back breaking practices that can go on for hours and could start at the break of dawn and besides you yelling at us every other sec-"
"Ok," he laughed, "I get it." he paused, "So Quidditch?"
"Are you daft man?" I laughed, "Yes, Quidditch!"
"That's fantastic!" He suddenly gave me a bone-breaking-suffocating hug that caused me to fall backwards with his arms still wrapped around me and his forehead in the crook of my neck.
" 'Fantastic'?" I repeated.
"Yes!" he laughed, looking at me.
I paused for a second, "How?"
"Because we can play together on Puddlemere!" he beamed.
I sighed, "Jeez Ol, I'm not that good. Puddle U.'ll never take me."
"Then they're the daft ones."
I laughed, "Well then I'll just have to join the Vratsa Vultures so I can kick your sorry butt and then they'll realize they made a serious mistake for not recruiting me in the first place and I'll get traded over."
"It sounds like a plan," he chuckled. "But Vratsa's all the way in Belgium," he said, moving around so he was on his side and my back was pressed against his chest with one of his arms under my head.
"So I'll get you some decent chocolate once I get traded over," I laughed lightly. "Love you," I said, squeezing his hand three times.
"Hmmm," he hummed (more or less) into my hair before planting a kiss on the back of my neck, "Love you too."
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, the 'love you's have finally made an appearance. Now I know I'm a terrible person for not getting this up sooner. But it's feb break in a few days so I should have another chap up soon. But no promises because I have another volleyball tourney next weekend in freaking omish country in Pennsylvania and a scrimmage and two practices through out the week. But I shall do my best!
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