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I am pissed off at Oliver Michael Wood.
This is what happened last week:
It was about three weeks after the dress and tuxes try-outs. We were called to the Burrow to discuss the wedding with Ange again (what are we? Some kind of wedding committee?). I showed up and so did everyone else. But no Oliver. No one has seen him, and the meeting was like the others, very boring.
I came home at around 10:30 that night. I popped straight to my living room, where I saw a woman with golden blonde hair in a pink dress. No offense, she looks like a scarlet woman.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" I asked very politely.
"Uh, no. Who are you?" she asked in a snobby manner. This is MY house!
"I'm Katie Bell, I happen to live here," I said, still in a polite manner.
"Oh!" she exclaimed and she stood up and shook my hand,"You must be 'Kates', Ollie's roommate!"
"Yeah, sure. Where's Oliver? I mean, 'Ollie'" I asked. Ollie?
"Oh, hey Kates," said Oliver as if on cue. He came out very well dressed, looking like they just went out. Like on a date out.
"Hi. Um, Angelina was looking for you. The meeting was tonight," I said. I'm still confused.
"Oh! That's tonight! I thought it was tomorrow night!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah that was tonight. So...uh...," I asked, as nodding to the blonde woman.
"Yeah! This is Amanda Parrington. She and I are...uh...dating," he said. My heart sank.
Since then, I see Amanda almost every night of the week. I loved it back then, when I could sleep at night without hearing that blonde bimbo's high-pitch giggle and shrieks. And since then on, everytime I see her I feel like breaking her neck. And I feel like smacking Oliver across the face everytime her name is mentioned. This has been going on for about one week now. Now I feel like I have to get over him. And did I mention that Amanda is Oliver's date to Angelina's wedding? That makes me even angrier.
Anyway, today is Thursday and it's pretty busy. It's still 6:45 in the evening, and the customer rate for tonight is slowing down. I decided to go home.
Ow. I bumped into a person.
"Katie Bell?" the person asked. I turned around and looked at the person. Can it be...
"Roger Davies?" I asked.
"Katie! How are you!" he asked, thus engulfing me in a hug. Hey, he cleans up pretty good!
"I'm fine, how are you?" I asked back.
"Alright. I work for the Magical Sports Department in the Ministry. Bagman's assistant," he said.
"That's great," I replied. So he's doing alright.
"Do you want to get a cup of coffee with me? We can hang out for a while. Heard the coffee here's pretty good," he said. He gave me that award-winning smile of hi, and how could I refuse?
"Thanks," I said. We went to the counter and I went behind the cashier.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Are you allowed to do that?" he asked in a confused manner.
"Of course. I own this place," I said and smiled at him.
"Oh! Well, in that case, a cappuccino will be great," he said. I went over to get him some cappuccino. He reached for the money as I handed him the drink.
"Oh, no need. On the house," I said.
"Thanks, Katie," he said. I went out from the cashier and we left the café, coffees in hands.
"So, what have you been up to?" he asked me.
"Not much. Do you remember Angelina Johnson and Fred Weasley?" I asked.
"Yes, Gryffindor chaser and beater, right?" he asked.
"Yes. They're getting married, and I'm going to be a bridesmaid," I said.
"Ah, those will be some Quidditch-skilled kids," he joked and we both laughed. Roger really is a cool guy. He was at Hogwarts, and still is.
"What's up with you?" I asked him.
"Not much. Same old, same old. Get up in the morning, work, home, sleep, and the same thing the next day,"he said.
"Ah," I said. We were quiet for a moment until he broke the silence.
"Hey, Katie? Do you need an...uh...'escort' to that wedding?" he asked me. Well, to telly uo the truth I was not expecting that. We've talked for about 15 minutes and now he's asking me out.
"Yes, I do," I said.
"May I be your escort?" he said in an I'm-the-knight-in-the-shining-armor manner. I don't know what to say. One part of me wants to say no, because I'm not quite over Oliver. But I think I should say yes. That'll be a payback to Oliver and that bimbo of his. And plus, I'd be giving Roger a chance. And Oliver never liked Roger Davies, for God-knows-what reason.
"Sure," I said. Then he hugged me. Oh my. I can not believe I'm taking Roger Davies to Angelina's wedding. But then again, Oliver's taking Amanda. We're even now, aren't we?
"Say what?" asked Angelina the next day. Alicia, Angelina, and I are hanging out in my bedroom. I told them who I am taking to the wedding.
"Well, he's nice," I said in my defense.
"But we thought that you and Oliver would go together!" exclaimed Alicia.
"Speaking of Oliver, where is he?" asked Angelina.
"Probably out with Amanda," I said.
"Who's Amanda?" asked Alicia
"Amanda Parrington. Oliver's dating her. And he's taking her to the wedding," I said.
"WHAT?" yelled Alicia and Angelina. Yep. He is taking that blonde scarlet woman to the wedding.
"Yep. You heard me," I said dully. And before I knew it, the girls were hugging me.
"Wha..." I started.
"We're so sorry. You must be heartbroken," said Angelina. Yes, I am, but Roger's helping me healing my broken heart. Not that he knows, of course.
"Thanks," I said, and they let go of me.
"Sorry about what?" asked Oliver. He popped into the living room, and I guess my door wasn't closed. Again.
"Nothing!" I said quickly.
"Oh. Okay," he said. He headed toward his room when Alicia yelled.
"Oi! Oliver!" she barked.
"What?" he said.
"Do you know who Katie's taking to the wedding?" she snapped at him. Alicia, shut up!
"Really, Alicia, don't worr..." I started but I guess I was being ignored.
"Roger Davies!" she exclaimed and Oliver was in a sudden shock. We all were quiet.
"Roger Davies? Ravenclaw's Roger Davies?" he asked quietly and sternly. They all looked at me and waiting for me to answer.
"Yes," I replied.
"He was a bad captain," was all he said.
"O...kay," I said. What does this have to do with anything?
"And he was a bad chaser too," he added. Hello? We're on the subject of dating, not Quidditch!
"Sure," I said. I'm still confused.
"Why are you dating him?" he asked. Glad to be on the same topic!
"Because..." I was in a loss of words,"Because he asked me. And he looks pretty good. And he's nice." That was all true.
"Oh," was all he said and he left to his room. He has that look as if he was ready to kill. One more point for Bell!
Okay. It has been two whole weeks, and Angelina's wedding is ready to go. Mrs. Weasley is doing all the catering, along with Mrs. Johnson. The chairs are set up in the Weasley's backyard (one question: Why?). The dresses are ready, along with the tuxes. Everyone is running around like crazy, and the wedding is in one and a half months. Calm down people! Angelina wants us to start rehearsing for everything (Fred still hasn't wrote his vows, so Angelina's pretty mad at him for that.). Today is supposed to be the day when we practice walking down the aisle. Great. The wedding is in one and a half months and we're practicing now! Isn't this supposed to happen one day before the actual wedding? Ange and Alicia has crossed the line way to far. George and Fred looks like they're about to explode. Angelina hired a wedding planner (Ha, as if they're not doing enough planning themselves) to help us walk and stuff. How hard is it to walk?
Apparently, very hard.
"Katie, don't walk like that. Not too fast," said Johnny, the wedding planner. Oliver and I are walking side by side, my hand holding his arm.
"Fine," I said annoyedly. Angelina and Alicia are going insane! Who plans the "walk down the aisle" a month and a half before their wedding? Oliver and I had to go back to the starting point again, for the fifth time, to get the walk 'just right'.
"Kates, can't you just walk right?" he snapped at me in an exasperated voice. He has been snapping at me ever since Roger and I started going out. Well, I can tell that he's not too happy about it, but I'm not happy about him and Amanda either! And I just can't take another snappy comment from him. What happened? We used to get along so well!
"Oliver! What is your problem! You have been snapping at me for TWO whole weeks now! I can date whoever I want to, got it? What did I say when I saw Amanda in OUR living room? Did I make a comment whatsoever about her? I didn't think so! So please, Roger did nothing wrong to you, so leave him alone, and quit snapping at me! Geez!" I yelled frustratedly. Wow. I haven't done that in a while and boy, that felt so good. Everyone looked at me as if I was going mad.
He makes me so mad. Yet I still love him.
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Missmunky