Well, a lot of people liked the whole Oliver's Diary/Journal thing. Would you like to see another chapter with that excerpt in it again?


Chapter Seven


The Halloween dance. That's what was on everyone's mind. Fred and George had been the incident at Gryffindor Tower. They came back to "supervise" the Halloween Dance and were shooting off fireworks all over the corridor.

"Who are you going with?" Oliver asked Christina in the Common Room. Since that time in the change rooms, they had grown closer. Christina laughed.

"Who do you think, Wood? I'm going with Blaise." Oliver rolled his eyes.

"I'm stuck doing hall duties," he muttered. Christina laughed.

"Don't worry, it can't be all that bad," she said.

"Yeah, well, let's see you spend the whole night sending couples snogging back into the Great Hall. Let's see how you like that!" Oliver said, trying to keep a straight face. He failed and burst out laughing. "Let's just hope I don't find you and Blaise." Christina playfully slapped his shoulder and they headed to the Great Hall together to eat breakfast, but, to Christina's surprise, Oliver sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Er... aren't you supposed to sit down at the staff table?" Christina asked as she helped herself to some juice.

"I can sit where I please," Oliver said with a smile. To everyone at the Gryffindor table's dismay, Marcus came over and sat down beside Oliver.

"Hey, Wood. You want a friendly Quidditch match?" Oliver laughed.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin, having a friendly Quidditch match, Flint? Those five words don't fit in a sentence together, mate." Marcus shrugged.

"Just a suggestion."

"Yeah, well, no offence, but - Christina, don't even think about touching my pumpkin juice - it was a stupid suggestion. Dammit, get your own juice!"

"But Fred finished it," Christina pouted. Oliver looked at Fred, who was just finishing his seventh cup of pumpkin juice.

"You're really a pig, you know that, right, Fred?" he asked. Fred smiled widely and nodded his head.

"Well, I'm teaching those damned first years in Slytherin and Ravenclaw how to fly today and personally, I don't like children," Marcus said and stood up. "Any words of advice?"

"Yeah. Don't yell at 'em, don't scare 'em and don't bitch at 'em," Oliver said. Marcus laughed.

"I don't bitch at them if they don't bitch at me." The little first years in Ravenclaw overheard Flint and were already starting to get scared. Marcus left the table and walked out to the pitch, but not before slapping a kid at the Ravenclaw table for staring at him. Fred, George and Oliver laughed.

"There's no way he's going to get through this," George said in-between fits of laughter.

"Well, how was your morning, Marcus?" Oliver asked with a smirk at the staff table during lunch. They were the only two teachers there at the moment.

"Oh, stuff it, Wood," he muttered, glaring at a girl in Slytherin. "That lass tried to kill me, mate. Flew directly at me. How the bleeding hell am I supposed to cope with this?"

"Flint, it's part of the teaching package. The kids come with the deal. Maybe you should get braces, yeah? I mean - you look like some ogre - oh, and don't even smirk like that. It's scary." Marcus flicked a spoonful of mashed potatoes at Oliver. He dropped his fork and slowly turned to face Marcus. He sighed, picked up his plate, and shoved it in Marcus' face.

"You bastard," Marcus said. He poured his juice over Oliver's head. The kids that were in the Hall burst out laughing. Oliver ran for sanctuary at the Gryffindor table and hid behind Harry. Marcus chucked a tomato and hit Harry square in the face.

"Oh, this means war!" he exclaimed and threw rice pudding and Marcus, who was running in between the rows of tables. It missed and hit Cho Chang. Harry swore under his breath as Oliver and Marcus fell to the ground laughing. "You find that funny, Wood? Well, let's see how you look with pudding dripping from your hair." And with that, Harry dumped Ron's bowl of rice pudding on Oliver. Oliver stood up quickly and slammed Harry's face into his mashed potatoes. Everything was deathly quiet, except for the sound of Oliver running away.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Fred shouted and the Great Hall came alive. Oliver walked up to Marcus.

"We... are in some deep shit, you know that?"

"Yeah, but look... the look on Malfoy's face is priceless!" Both of them burst out laughing again, until someone came, jumped onto Oliver's back and poured juice down his shirt.

"CHRISTINA ELIZABETH GARNER, YOU GET BACK HERE!" Oliver yelled and ran after her. Ice cream was flung onto Oliver's face and he stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly wiped off the ice cream. "Jake, you son of a bloody cow!" Oliver jumped on his cousin and went tumbling down.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!" an extremely mad Professor McGonagall screeched. Everyone fell quiet - Marcus half way into giving George Weasley a face wash. "I want everyone to clean this up! Wood, Flint, Weasley twins! Come with me!" As Oliver got up off the ground, he put weight on Jacob, causing him to collapse again. He gave him the finger as Oliver, Marcus and the twins followed McGonagall out of the Hall.

"Prof-"

"Silence, Fred."

"But-"

"Fred..."

"But there's-"

"Weasley, I'm warning you!" Everyone stayed quiet. "Okay, now tell me, what exactly happened in the Great Hall today?" The four boys glanced at each other, then started talking all at once. "Quiet! One at a time! Flint, you first."

"Well, Wood here was making fun of my teeth, see, and-"

"I was kidding, your teeth are fine, Marcus..."

"And I got upset and tossed some mashed potatoes in his ugly fa-"

"My face is not ugly."

"Then he took his plate and basically pressed it to my face, which brings in why I have spaghetti sauce in my hair."

"I didn't have spaghetti. That's George's food in your hair."

"And that's basically how it started, ma'am," Marcus finished. McGonagall looked back and forth between the two boys.

"Well, how did the whole Great Hall get involved? The fifty students that were having lunch at the time, I mean."

"Well... you see, that's when these two come in," Oliver said, pointing at the twins. "Harry gave me a lovely shower of rice pudding so I took his face and slammed it into his mashed potatoes. Then Fred yelled out 'food fight' and... you know the rest." McGonagall sighed.

"Go back to the Greath Hall and help clean up. Then decorate the Hall for the dance." The four boys nodded their heads and left.

"Well... that wasn't too bad," George said brightly.

"Easy for you to say. She's going to be holding a grudge against me and Wood for weeks," Marcus muttered. "We're staff." Fred and George shrugged. They entered the Great Hall with a big surprise. The whole Hall was clean already and only six students were left: Jacob, Ginny, Harry, Herimone, Ron and Christina.

"Wow, we were gone for five minutes..."

"Cleaning charm," Christina answered.

"Y'know, Chris, you just saved me and these three boys here about an hour. We wouldn't even've thought of that. I could kiss you just now," Oliver said with a smirk.

"Yes, but you'd get sacked," Jacob put in. Oliver shot Jacob a look and sent the six out of the Hall so that he, Fred, George and Marcus could start decorating.