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Okz, so I'm a thinking the Quidditch final will be in the next chapter. So basically this will be a weeks worth of nerves for Katie and everybody else. Sorry if I pushed it suddenly onto you guys but I did say it would be the weekend of the 21st. And it will be. So, uh, yeah, that's all I think.
oh wait! I'm sorry for the longer-than-usual wait for the update. I had planned to get this up over the weekend but i had a tourney in Albany so-uh, yeah, no could do. sarry about that.
May 14, Saturday, before I keel over and go to sleep after Oliver's damn practice.
it is now physically impossible to talk to Oliver without him going off about the final and screaming about Quidditch.
"WHY CAN'T YOU PASS THE DAMN QUAFFLE RIGHT, SPINNET?"
"WEASLEYS! IF I HAVE TO TELL TO STOP HARASSING MY CHASERS ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR TO GOD-AND STOP ENCOURAGING THEM JOHNSON!"
"JUST RUN THE GOD DAMN PLAY BELL!"
"YOU HAVE A FIREBOLT FOR A REASON POTTER! USE IT ALREADY AND CATCH THE DAMN SNITCH!"
Do you see what I mean? he's lashing out irrationally- even at Harry who has been practically raised up on a podium for the past three years. It's becoming quite a problem.
And this was only at practice this afternoon. Poor man's losing it.
At these remarks I had slowly pulled my hand down my face. I couldn't take it anymore and by the looks of everybody else on the team, they couldn't either.
"Alright, alright," I said before they could say anything, "I'll go calm him down or something."
"Good luck," they all chorused together.
"Oliver," I said, flying next to him, "You really need to take it down a notch-"
"TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH? THE FINAL IS IN A WEEK! And I…" he continued to ramble on which only made him more agitated and hyperventilate even more. Who knew it was possible, at the rate he was going it was still a shocker he was able to breath at all. "…you all goofing off! I don't know what to do with you all and-!"
Obviously I had done something drastic and let's just say grabbing him by the ears and giving him a big old kiss was that something drastic.
Well he stopped rambling and I laughed as I went back to Ange and 'Lic who were shocked and happy at the same time.
"THAT WAS COMPLETELY UNCALLED FOR BELL!"
Oh god. I should've realized that wasn't going to keep him sane for long.
"Where's Oliver?"
"Kates, right now I'm glad not to know where Oliver is-"
"-I agree with my twin, I am perfectly happy being as far away as possible from him after that practice."
I laughed at the twins. We were outside after practice, 'Lic and Ange were talking about something under the oak tree while me and the twins were wading in a foot of lake water. The twins were looking for snails so I decided to help them.
"Have you seen Oliver?" I asked 'Lic and Ange, plopping down on the grass next to them having collected enough snails for the twins satisfaction.
"NO!" they both said at the very mention of our dear captain's name.
I laughed as someone sat down behind me, wrapped their arms around me waist and planted a kiss on my neck. "That better be Oliver," I continued to laugh.
"Ah, how did you know?" he chuckled.
"Lucky guess."
"Don't say anything," 'Lic said I guess to Oliver who was about to say something. "Because I swear if it's sappy I'll-"
"Oh sugar-pie-honey-bun who I'll love for ever and ever and ever!" George said in a sing song voice from the lake.
I watched as 'Lic's face went through a rainbow of expressions and finally landed on half heartedly mad at George.
"Sooo…who's sappy now?" I smirked at 'Lic.
She just rolled her eyes at me and started walking towards George, "What do you want now, George?"
"I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!" he said, still in a sing song voice.
I heard her groan simply because she knew she was officially head of the sappy department with George as he second in command. Pretty cute actually.
"So you stopped hyperventilating then?" I asked Oliver as Ange started to snore on the grass.
He laughed, "I wasn't hyperventilating….was I?"
"Yes, you were," I said, standing up and looking down at him, "I'm starving, you want to go get some food?" I asked, offering him a hand up after he agreed.
"So was I really hyperventilating?" he asked when we were in the kitchens.
He was sitting at a small table while I made my famous chocolate strawberries. Well, at the time I was just melting the chocolate and making sure it wasn't getting burnt.
"Yup," I laughed, my back was turned to him as I was "cooking"
"I didn't know you could cook," Oliver said, suddenly standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist again.
"I can't," I confessed simply.
"Then what is all this?" he asked, resting his cheek on mine.
"A trick of the trade," I answered. "I'm just trying not to burn the chocolate," it was true, not stop stirring while watching it extensively ensured me of that.
"And what trade is that?" he asked, planting a kiss on my jaw line.
I smiled to myself, considering he couldn't see it. "It's called 'making something to eat without cooking'."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean if it's already pre-made and just needs to be heated up, I can make it. If it's a packet you just have to open, add water and heat up, I can make it."
"Oh," he said, understanding, "I get it now."
Well I would write more but nothing else really happened. Basically I finally finished the chocolate covered strawberries, we ate them, we went back to the tower and here I am, every bone in my body aching and throbbing from the damn Quidditch Nazi's practice.May 15, Monday, Transfig.
Katie?
yeah?
Is Oliver quite done killing us?
Yeah, I mean the final is on Saturday- oh my god! The final is on Saturday!
WHAT!
You two didn't know?
OUR BOYFRIEND DOESN'T RUN THE TEAM-
AND TELL US EVERYDAY LIKE YOU!
Calm down, calm down-
CALM DOWN?
THE FINAL'S ON SATURDAY!
Guys, we're going to be fiiiiiiiiiiiine-
FINE?
Yes, FINE. We're going to be fine, and we're going to win and we'll all be happy because we we're fiiiiiiiiine.
…did that make sense?
No
But we will be FINE. I promise.
Cross your heart?
And hope to die?
Yes.
She's telling the truth, she just made an X over her heart.
'Lic, she never lies.
I knew that.
Just make it past Saturday, just make it past Saturday, just make it past Saturday-
She's losing it.
THE FINAL'S ON SATURDAY!
End of charms.
The final's on Saturday?
You didn't know that either, George?
I don't have Oliver-
To tell you everyday, I know.So what's this little pow-wow our dear Kates and my good twin are having without me?
'OUR Kates'?-
The final's on Saturday.
This Saturday?
This Saturday
I thought it was next Saturday.
Nope, this Saturday.
…
Fred?
…
Fred, write something
I think we're losing him
THE FINAL'S ON SATURDAY!
No, no, he's still here
After lunch
"Kates? Kates, you're going to have to eat something."
I looked over at Fred, no doubt as white as a ghost (sorry Nick). You see, it had taken me this long for everything to sink in that the fact that my friends had already accepted this morning.
The final.
Was on.
Saturday.
I think I was going into convulsions, hyperventilations, the chills and a cold sweat.
"Kates, eat something," Fred demanded.
I just looked at my food, not able to pick up my sandwich.
"Oh god, she's not going to eat," George said from my other side.
'Lic and Ange gasped from across from me.
"But she never not's eat," 'Lic said, looking concerned and stumbling over her own tongue twister.
"Take cover," Ange said shortly.
"What?" 'Lic asked.
"Take cover."
"Why?"
"The world is going to end shortly."
"Because she's not eatin-Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" 'Lic said, finally understanding what Ange had been trying to convey to her.
"Just take a bite," George said, "Just one little, ittsy, bitsy bite."
"Yeah," Fred agreed enthusiastically, "Baby steps!"
"Yeah guys," Oliver said, suddenly standing behind me.
"Hey," Everyone chorused.
"Hi," was all I could mutter meekly
At that point Oliver must've realized I was just staring blankly at my sandwich and he pulled Fred, who was sitting on my right, off the bench by the back of his collar and took his seat.
"What's wrong, Kat?" he asked softly, obviously concerned.
"The final's on Saturday," I croaked.
"Oh," Oliver sighed, relieved, but he too tensed up at the thought of the final. He rubbed my back, "We'll be fiiiiiiiine."
"Yeah," I said sarcastically, "because I've believed that every time I've said it today."
Oliver sighed, "C'mon, Kat." he continued to coax me.
"Yeah," 'Lic said, "One big breath."
I took one really BIG breath.
"Better?" everyone asked, almost in unison.
I nodded, "Sorry-about the sarcasm, I mean," I smiled, "Damn snakes are going DOWN!"
Fred and George stood up and started clapping while Ange and 'Lic started 'whoot!'-ing and Oliver beamed.
But in all honestly…I'm still nervous. REALLY nervous. I mean the final's on Saturday for mercy's sake!
End of potions.
Still going into hyperventilations and convulsions?
I sighed at the note Fred passed me, crumpled it up into a ball and threw it at his head.
"Miss Bell," Snape drawled, suddenly behind me, "Save the horse play for the pitch. 5 points from Griffindor."
"…damn slimy, greasy, son of a bitch snake, what a-" I started to mutter under my breath.
"Don't bother finishing that Bell - another five points from Griffindor."
I slammed my head down on my desk as soon as he walked away to go congratulate Adrian Pucey on his 'fantastic' potion. Hell, mine was better than his and that's saying something.
Damn slimy, greasy, son of a bitch snake, go soak your head Snape.
May 16, Tuesday, Divination
"Do either of you see anything in this thing?"
"If I said I saw the Quidditch cup with 'Griffindor' written on it, what would you say?"
"I would say 'knock on wood right this instant'." I said, knocking on the table twice as I said this. Ange and 'Lic shortly followed.
"No, but really, do you see anything?" 'Lic asked, repeating my questions, her nose practically touch the crystal ball, squinting violently and desperately trying to see something.
"No," me and Ange replied dully.
"Me neither," 'Lic said, sitting back and playing with one of her dark loose curls.
Here I would like to point out that 'Lic has to be one of the luckiest people ever. I mean, have you seen her hair? It's always in loose curls that always make her hair look light and bouncy and so nice, and she does nothing to it. Absolutely nothing. Damn, I wish my hair could be like that.
But back to this boring class.
"Ok then," I said lazily, taking out my class journal thingy that the old bat makes us keep and one of my stubby quills. "I'm just going to say that I saw the impending death of Marcus Flint when one of his pimples just happened to take up the whole of his face shortly after a troll chased him screaming 'mommy, come back!'." I said, writing this down as I spoke.
"Do all of your entries include people dying?" Ange asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, "I've passed the class this far with them."
"So," 'Lic said, taking out her own journal, "Adrian Pucey will somehow manage to choke on some pumpkin juice right after he tried gargling lemon juice," she said, her quill scratching on her paper.
"Please, 'Lic," Ange said as I groaned.
"What?" she asked, scowling.
"Replace the pumpkin juice with troll snot-"
Ew Ange, ew.
"-And the lemon juice with the grease off Severus Snape's greasy nose and the slime out of his hair," I finished.
"Wow," 'Lic said as she tuned up her journal entry, "We really have got it in for all the snakes."
"Oh yeah."
May 18, Thursday, after classes.
"Three more days…just three more days…almost there…be strong Katie…three more days just three more days…three…three days…just three days…almost there…c'mon Bell you got it…just three-"
"Kates?"
"THREE!" I suddenly shrieked.
"Wow," Fred said, sitting down next to me on the couch where I had been sitting there, hugging my knees pathetically having a nerves attack. "you're even worse than Ange."
"You would know, hu?" I cocked an eyebrow.
He laughed and rubbed my back, "You'll be fiiiiiiine."
I just stared at him, "Now you're just mocking me."
"Don't make me get Wood."
"Whatdoes Oliver got to do with anything?"
"Well I think that the fact that I'm both your captain, I think I have a say in things, especially things concerning the final-"
"THREE!" I shrieked, interrupting Oliver who had just walking into the common room. I slapped my hand over my mouth, I really have to stop doing that.
Fred laughed and stood up, "Weeeeeeeell-I'm going to find Ange." and with that he sauntered out the portrait hole.
Oliver chuckled as he took his seat next to me.
Meanwhile I had resumed hugging my legs and staring wide-eyed at the fireless fireplace.
"Kat?"
"THREE!"
Oliver started to chuckle.
"How is this funny?" the last word came out in a bit of a squeak.
"Think about it," he said, "I don't think I've ever seen you so nervous."
"Pfft," I managed to get out, "And since when are you so calm about a match?"
He put his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, planting a kiss in my hair, "We WILL be fine, I promise."
I took one deep breath and let it all out in one big sigh. Who knows, maybe we will be fine.
March 19, Friday, 10- aka right after Oliver made the whole team march up to bed.
'Who knows, maybe we will be fine.' did I REALLY say that? REALLY? Because that doesn't sound so right at the moment. Because the moment my hands are shaking as I write in this stupid notebook my parents gave to write my teenage thoughts in.I don't think I going to be able to sleep. I have already voiced this to 'Lic and Ange.
"Really, Katie," "Lic groaned, "We'll be fine."
"How are you so sure?"
"We. Have. A. Firebolt." Ange said really slow as we changed into out pajamas. "And. We. Are. The. Best. Team. Ever. End of story."
I sat down on the edge of my bed.
I really didn't have any idea what was wrong with me. I had never been so nervous about anything in my whole life. Hell, last year I practiced with Lance's PROFFESIONAL TEAM for an hour or so and I wasn't shaking at all. But here I am send readings of the rector scale.
I guess I should try and get some sleep. Ange and 'Lic both volunteered to knock me out if need be. I REALLY hope it doesn't come to that-we are chasers for a reason.
Ok, I wanted to speed this chap up a bit because I'm promising to give you an awesome chapter next time around. I promise. And sorry for giving you some crappy fluff, there will be much more and better fluff in the next chap and all that jazz you all like to hear. And Katie will gain her composure.
Now, for the reviews, this time around I won't be TOO picky. But I would just like to say that I love long reviews with a quote from the chap and reason why or why not you did not like it. I'm just saying ((HINT HINT, NUDGE NUDGE)) and the longer the review the faster the update!