Well, it seems like everybody likes the pet names. And I must say, as corny and wrong as they are-I love them love love love love LOVE. And yeah, Oliver only has 18 story days left, sob, I know. And once he's gone, so's the story. Just a heads up. But I DO PLAN TO DO A SEQUEL. So no worries.
June 2nd, Friday, 8th period.
"KATIE! ANGE! WHAT ARE YOU DOI-? GEORGE!-"
Slam door.
Lock door.
Slip key into pocket at all times.
Check . Check. Check.
Lock Alicia Spinnet and George Weasley together in a broom closet…
Mission accomplished.
Me and Ange exchanged high fives outside the closet door panting as we slid down to the floor. Who knew 'Lic had that much fight in her skinny frame.
But let me tell you how this all came about.
So do we both agree that this thing between the two of them can't go on any longer?
Well, if I think that and you think that, I think that we can safely say that we both agree.
Drop the sarcasm- we NEED to get them back together. Do you realize that I never see Freddie Fish anymore these days? This has got to stop.
We should just lock them in a broom closet…
KATIE! You're a genius!
What can I say? I try. …what do you mean?
That's what we're going to do!
You mean lock them in a broom closet?
Exactly.
George will come out without a head on his shoulders.
Only because 'Lic will have snogged it off by then-weren't you listening to my 'unresolved sexual tension lecture' the other day?
It has a name?
Katie.
Okay, okay. Jeez, no need to get all defensive. I like it, but I still think that this still has certain risks to Sugar Quill.
Hahaha.
I know, I'm a funny genius.
Whatever Katie. Well do it during lunch.
…wait, what?
We. Are. Going. To. Lock. 'Lic. And. George. In. A. Broom. Closet. During. Lunch.
Why didn't I think of that?
KATIE!
Leave me alone! It's third period, I have no idea what Binns is talking about, it's probably going to be on the OWLs, and I didn't have any coffee AND 'Lic kept me up all night while YOU snuck off with Freddie Fish!
…no comment.
So that was during third period where me and Ange schemed for the whole time and then come lunch we put our plan into action.
"Oh damn it," I cursed under my breath as I 'accidentally' spilt my cranberry juice on my blouse. "Jeez…Will you guys come with me to go get some cleaner stuff?" I asked innocently enough.
"Cleaner stuff?" 'Lic repeated as Ange got up to come with me.
"Yeah," I said, grabbing her wrist and tugging on it, "I'll be quick, promise."
"Bu-" she stammered as we pulled her out of the great hall. "Why do you need cleaner stuff?" she asked as Ange put her hand on the closet doorknob and I stood behind her, ready to push her in. "Why don't you just charm it off?"
"Because you-" I said as I pushed her forward and Ange opened the door, "-Are going to snog George senseless."
You see, Fred had planted George in there earlier when he told his twin that Filch had some great stuff to use as a prank. And now 'Lic was in there too along with a crap load of pent up sexual tension.
'Lic pounded on the door screaming bloody murder and took full advantage of her vast vocabulary of curse words as Ange held the door closed and I locked it before we both slid to the ground.
And that's how we ended up where we were during lunch.
"What's going on?"
We looked up to find Oliver standing over us with his NEWTs book in his hand.
"Well George and 'Lic are locked in the broom cupboard," I answered, hitching a thumb over my shoulder at the door my back was against.
"YOU ARE A DAMN BI-"
"That's Spinnet alright," Oliver said, smiling at the door before lopsidedly a us, "Took you guys long enough," he said, offering each of us a hand up.
So now it's eighth period and they are still in there. It's been an hour and a half and if they haven't snogged each other senseless yet then…then…then I dunno what because we all know they have.
They better be
Oh hey Fred.
So about this double potions that we're in…
What about it?
Do you have any idea what we're doing?
Is that code for: let me copy your homework before Snape comes around and collects it?
Yup, pretty much.
Are you sure? I mean this is my homework-you're not going to get any credit for it.
And it'll look unconspicuous and he won't see anything different from the norm.
Take it…
Muchas gracias chica caliente.
Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
You speak Spanish?
I know what chica caliente means.
Don't tell Oliver.
Don't prank me for one whole year.
One whole year? Kates, Oliver is only around for 16 more days (not counting today) but I can't prank you for one whole year? That's wrong and you know it. I refuse.
Suit yourself.
…you were never going to tell our dear deranged captain, were you?
No…Freddie Fish
It gets out once and now I can't get away from it. This petnames are freaking ridiculous….so when Oliver is snogging you senseless, what does he call yo-------ok, pushing my chair over was quite unnecessary.
Just go off and snog Angie Apple-pie or something.
I would except for the fact that we're sitting in double potions, Snape is walking around collecting homework, I don't have my homework, and you still haven't given me yours to copy.
"Here," I sighed, handing mine over. And then he did this neat little spell that made a copy of it but changed the handwriting into his and you could see the words on the page moving around and rewording it. "Nice," I said impressed, "Teach me someday?"
"Maybe," he said with a wink as Snape took both of our homeworks. Or rather, my homework plus it's reved up clone.
Before dinner
"Now have you snogged each other so hard that when I open this door you won't be able to walk straight?" I asked, leaning against the boom closet door after classes, fiddling with the key as everyone else smiled around me.And let me tell you one thing first, it was freaking hot in that corridor. Actually it was hot all over the castle so all day I had been walking around with my blouse un-tucked, my socks down at my ankles, my sleeves rolled up as high as I could get them and my tie unloosened just enough so it would just stay on and two buttons undone. It was freaking hot. And just to clarify…it was freaking hot. So I can only imagine how hot it was in that small little closet and not to mention all the 'resolving of sexual tension' and the heat created by that. So yeah, sorry 'Lic.
"Katie…" 'Lic groaned, "Just let me out, alright?"
I smirked as she sounded rather tired…as if she had been snogging for the past three hours. Either that or she had been taking advantage of her vocabulary for three straight hours. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell?"
"Kates," George said in a would be reasonable tone, "If it makes you happy I'll tell you that Ange's theory on unresolved sexual tension was right and we had a-"
"I swear to god," Ange said threateningly as she stalked up to the door and pointed an accusing finger at it, "if you say that you had a wild shag I will personally knock down this door and strangle you, George Weasley."
"Well if it gets us out-"
"WHY YOU-!"
"Calm down Ange," Fred said, coming over and pulling his girlfriend away from the door in fear that the prementioned object would be bashed the splinters and his twin would be no more, "my good brother did not have a wild shag with Alicia. Did you George?"
"Why I say not, my carbon copy," George said and I could see his trademark smile in the dark on the other side of the door. "That would be completely irresponsible."
"And uncharacteristic?" I added sarcastically, my shoulder still against the door.
"Not the word I would use," George mused, "but whatever floats your boat or whatever you want to float. Now will you please let us out so we can snog each other senseless near a fan or at least an open window with a nice breeze coming through?"
'Lic giggled inside and I laughed as I put the key in and let them out.
"Alleluia," 'Lic gasped as she staggered out. Her attire looking even more disheveled than mine, "fresh air."
"You're the one wearing a skirt," George said as he clambered out too, "Say Wood, lend me a kilt of yours sometime, alright? It'd be nice to get a little breeze now and then."
Oliver punched him in the shoulder lightly as everyone else laughed and finally everything was right once again in our little castle. The end.
…ok, not really. The castle is huge, Snape still has a wand up his ass so everything is still not right and this is not the end. So yeah, that part was an over exaggeration. Or an under exaggeration if you want to take in the size of the castle but whatever.
10 pm
"I am SO SORRY!" I said, running into the Griffindor captain's office were Oliver had already started cleaning up. I had promised I would be there at 7 but I lost track of time and was half an hour late.
"Don't worry about it," Oliver smiled, standing over a box which had a bunch of papers stuffed inside. "you want the desk or the posters?"
"Desk," I said, walking around and pulling open several draws. God knows if he did it we would spend half the time looking over old plays.
Around nine we were done. Everything was packed up into three boxes and the room was left bare.
"It looks so strange," Oliver sighed, looking around his bare room, "I don't think I've ever seen it so empty…"
I sighed too, "It's going to be a lot different without you," I said looking up at him and smiling a bit, "I mean, think of all the sleep I'm going to get."
Oliver laughed before nudging into me as he reached down and picked up two of the boxes, leaving one for me. I laughed and picked up my box which must've been like twenty pounds of paper stuff and walked out the door.
Outside Oliver turned around and shut the door, locking it behind him and we walked back up to the castle in silence.
Merlin along with everybody else knew what he was thinking about. Three years of captaincy were left back in that room-that is a lot of memories if you think about all the practices we've had over the years. Things really won't ever be the same around here without him. It'll be even harder on him though. Think about it, we have each other while he's leaving. Granted he's officially playing for Puddlemere but still, that's a whole team of people he doesn't know. So, yeah….it's going to be weird.
"You realize we could've charmed these boxes back?"
June 3rd, Saturday, 9 pm
"Mercy Mary, mother of GOD!" I shrieked before I ran out of the owlery. It's like I can't even send a letter any more these days.
So I got this letter yesterday from Joe. Yeah, here it is.
To my darling cousin Katherine Ann Bell who is probably the only other sane one in our family,
I've decided that everyone around here is completely bonkers. Off the wall, in la-la-land INSANE! You probably have noticed the reference to our family. Did you know that GRANDMA sent me a howler the other day? A HOWLER! FROM GRANDMA! You off all people must know how wrong that is. It is beyond wrong. It's WAY WRONG! It's not just toeing the line-it's sprinting MILES over the line and even lines after that!
And…it was about…girls…
Yes, I kid you not. Apparently a family friend passed on the message that I had gotten together with this girl Heather Siumon-she's actually very nice, you would like her-and eventually grandma found out about this and decided it would be appropriate to send me a howler.
"WHY COULDN'T IT BE A NICE ITALIAN GIRL! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO LIKE A SIUMON GIRL? YOU"RE IN AN ITALIAN SCHOOL! PICK AN ITALIAN GIRL! IT'S NOT HARD JOSEPH!"
Can you even imagine the look of horror on my face when I heard Grandma's shrill voice SCREECH through breakfast. I want to hex myself.
Please please PLEASE help this Italian homefry -YOUR Italian homefry/slice/dog-who is currently hiding under his bed in fear of flying tomatoes and ridiculing laughter after today's breakfast.
Joe
So naturally after receiving this rather disturbing letter, I wrote back and headed to the owlery in hopes of being able to send my letter. Except a certain little couple was having a snog session. So I think it makes perfect sense that I fell back down the stairs and landed on my butt when I saw Alicia and George going at it like there was no tomorrow.
"Katie!" Alicia cried worriedly from the top of the same staircase, "Are you alright?"
"I'd be a lot better if I didn't see that," I moaned, rubbing my back as I sat on the floor with my legs spread out in front of me, "Remind me why I got you two back together?"
George chuckled before coming down and giving me a hand up, "You want me to mail that for you?" he asked, looking at the letter in my hand.
"Yes!" I cried, "I don't know if I'll be able to tie it correctly with you two eating each others faces off the whole time."
George laughed before climbing back up the stairs where 'Lic was waiting and giggling. And as he shut the door behind him I practically sprinted away.
"You do realize our tests is six days away?"
"Say WHAT?"
"You forgot, didn't you?" Ange asked, sitting cross legged on the couch when I came back in.
"No, I didn't forget," I said stubbornly, "It just happened to slip my mind for the moment."
"Same difference," Ange laughed lightly.
"No, big difference," I said as I sat down next to her, "So Ange…we are going to study together, aren't we?" I flashed her my most brilliant of brilliant smiles.
"Go get your books," she sighed-pretending to sound reluctant.
"I love you Ange," I said as I got up.
"DO I LOOK LIKE OLIVER?" she called as I sprinted up the stairs to go get my books.
So from after dinner 'till now, I have spent the past THREE HOURS studying. Just straight studying.
Ok, so maybe I ran into Oliver on my way to the bathroom and maybe I went missing from the common room for a few minutes. So what?
And when I say a few minutes I mean fifteen to twenty minutes.
June 5, Monday, Charms
I. Hate. The. OWLs.
I. Am. About. To. Personally. Kill. Them.
Scratch that.
I. Am. About. To kill. The. Genius. Who. Had. The. Brilliant. Idea. For. Them. And. Then. Hide. His body. At. The. Bottom. Of. The. Lake.
Uh-oh, Katesie is getting rather close to homicidal behavior.
Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
Yes, Katie-my-Bella?
Kaite-my-Bella? Where did that come from?
My undying love for you. Now why won't you have me damnit?
You know it wouldn't be fair if I had both of the very dashing Weasley twins.
Touche, I taught you well.
What can I say? I learned from the best.
Well I'm not going to argue that point…
So what do you want Fred, now that you got me in a rather good mood?
I want you Katie!
Fred…
Ok, I was actually wondering if I could help in your murder plot.
Well I think that would be highly acceptable. I could use your sharp witted mind
You know it's sad that I can actually READ the sarcasm in your voice.
Well that's when I burst out laughing.
"Very good, Mr. Weasley!" Professor Flit wick praised in his squeaky voice, "What an excellent cheering charm! I do say I'm rather glad I choose to review! Ten points to Griffindor."
"Did I just earn points?" Fred asked me in a hushed whisper, sounding like a little kid who wasn't sure if had done something wrong.
"I know, it's a miracle," I whispered back, looking at Flitwick-practically waiting for him to turn around and say he was joking, "Mark the time and date."
Ok, ok, I know this is rather short. I know-so no need to bash on me about it, okz? I got it.So, I would like all of you to review and I would love it if you did the whole quote thing. And now this is the part where I make several advertisements for reviewers who send me long reviews and have rather good stories:The Theory by Ladypup-it has such a nice little twist on it and I really like it. But I am not going to tell you anymore because I refuse to ruin it.
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