"What are you going to do when they move out if you can't even wake yourself up while they are on their honeymoon?" A Scottish voice said from my bedroom doorway. George and Alicia had bought a house on the outskirts of town and were planning on moving in at the end of the month. They might as well have moved in earlier though because they were away for a two week long honeymoon in the French Riviera.
"Get up! We are going to be late to the press conference!" Oliver threw something at me.
"It doesn't start for four more hours!" I complained. I tried to hide under my covers just in case he believed that there was some form of a wormhole under here so actually thought that I would disappear and so left me alone to sleep.
"Yes, but we have to be there in an hour," He said. I ignored him, still trying to pretend like I had disappeared.
Suddenly there was a lot of added weight on top of me.
"Ergargh" I grumbled
"Get up" he said and started jumping on my bed.
"I hate you" I groaned and rolled out of bed onto the floor.
"You know you have these really cool things called legs, and if you put them on the floor first it doesn't hurt as much. You should try it sometime." Oliver laughed. I just glared at him until he left my room so I could get changed.
I stumbled out into the main room afterwards and we left for the pitch outside of London.
"Do you really think that Greg would even notice if I didn't go to the press conference?" I asked Oliver as we waited in the locker room.
"Well yes, being that you're one of the big names on the team and I'm sure the press will be asking where you are." Oliver said and I groaned.
"Damn me and my awesomeness" I laughed and he just shook his head.
We all had to wear matching dress robes with the national crest on them, I was almost feeling like we were back in our school robes. We sat at a long table with Greg in the middle, and Oliver and I on either side of him. Mica and Edwards were sitting to my side and then on Oliver's side sat Hermit, Wilson, and Andrews.
It was a pretty typical conference. Greg talked about our expectations at the cup, they asked about current team dynamics, what team we were most concerned to go up against. It was all pretty dull. I felt myself starting to doze off when a question directed at Oliver caught my attention.
"Wood, Pictures have come up of you and Bell trying on wedding dresses, that is to say you are both wearing a dress, is there any explanation to this?" The reporter asked. I laughed so suddenly it was almost a scream. I clasped my hands over my mouth but the whole team turned to look at me.
"You lot actually got pictures of that?" I jumped up leaning over the table and Oliver just sighed.
"I do," A photographer said from the crowd. I leaped over the table and pranced over to see it.
"Can I see them?" I asked as I approached. He showed me a picture of Oliver and me in matching dresses cracking up with the lady who owned the shop clearly taken from the front window of the shop.
"Wood, the question is still on the table" The reporter said.
"Um…we were trying on dresses?" He laughed and I looked back to see Mica cracking up, Greg looking deeply embarrassed, and surprisingly Oliver was smiling, almost looking proud about the whole situation.
"Why were you trying on dresses? Is a wedding being planned?" Another reporter asked.
"Can I have a copy of this picture?" I whispered to the photographer.
"Of course you can take that one if you want, I already have a bunch of copies of it" He said and I skipped back to my seat.
"Why would I be trying on dresses for a wedding?" Oliver laughed.
I showed the picture to Mica and he burst into a beautiful and yet evil cackle. Greg was still turning beat red thinking about what this is going to look like in the papers.
"Perhaps are you two secretly getting married?" A new reporter asked.
"I must have missed the custom of bride and groom in a dress" He said sarcastically.
"So that's a no?" A reporter asked.
"Yeah that would be a no" Oliver said leaning across the table.
"So then what is the reasoning" A reporter asked and Oliver chuckled.
"I was getting a good friend to laugh and have a good time because she was too stressed out" Oliver shrugged.
"And it is still paying off, thank you." I added, giggling down at my photo.
The rest of the conference was straight forward and Greg eventually returned to his normal shade of face.
"What are you doing now?" Oliver asked me as we changed back into our normal clothes back at the locker room.
"Um, I think I have to go help Angelina plan her wedding," I said.
"Oh, that's right," Oliver said.
"I can't believe that they want to get married next month. It's insane. It's like it became a competition of who could plan a wedding in less time" I said and he laughed.
"Yeah, but with the three of you working on it I imagine it won't be that hard. Especially having just done everything for Alicia." Oliver shrugged.
"I guess…she does already have her dress" I said.
"Alright, well I'll see you later," Oliver said.
He was right, Angelina's wedding was planned with speed and ease. I was handling her upcoming nuptials a lot better than I had Alicia's as well. I suppose just not having the constant hanging cloud of doom and dread above me helped everyone. I don't know if it was because I was living on my own now, or getting through Alicia's dulled all the other thoughts. All I did know was that we were here at the rehearsal dinner already and I was happy and excited for them.
There was a serious element of deja vu as Oliver and I found ourselves commentating through all of the events again. It was a lot of the same guests, doing a lot of the same things.
We went back to what is now just my place for the newly traditional night before wedding day shenanigans. Like the Gryffindor common room after winning the cup there was drinks, dancing, and general mischief and merriment.
"It's crazy how fast we are all growing up" Angelina said to me while everyone else was dancing on the breakfast bar.
"I know, tell me about it" I laughed, looking over to the counter as Oliver almost fell off.
"Well, ya know what I mean. It doesn't seem like that long ago I was sitting at home working while watching football with you on the phone" She laughed.
"Oh I know, and now here we are. I'm finally doing something with life and you're getting married" I said with a smile.
"It's insane! I'm getting married!" She giggled.
"Ha everyone is becoming a Weasley. I feel kind of left out" I laughed.
"Well you know, Ron hasn't gotten married yet. We could always try to set something up" George laughed.
"Really? I guess I know who I'm going to be hanging out with tomorrow" I laughed sarcastically.
"But wait no, because then I'll be the only one left who isn't a Weasley" Oliver laughed.
"We can see if Mum will adopt you" Fred laughed.
"Yeah, I'm sure she'd hardly notice having another son" George continued and we all laughed.
"Fred, you're not going to do something stupid during the wedding reception like George did are you?" Angelina asked him.
"What! The cake was the life of the party!" George protested.
"It got everyone all gross" Angelina argued.
"The life of the party was our love and matrimony!" Alicia squeaked.
"Well obviously, but the cake made it the wedding that no one will forget" George stated proudly.
"People did seem to enjoy the cake," I agreed.
"Anyways Ange, I promise I will not do anything during the wedding reception" Fred said clearly giving George a look that might as well be the Weasley twin equivalent of someone crossing their fingers behind their backs.
"Thank you" Angelina said, either she didn't see the look or was choosing to ignore it.
At one point the creepy guy from down the hall came to complain about the noise. Alicia answered and apologized saying we were partaking in a pre-wedding tradition but would keep it down. She didn't answer when he asked which one of us was getting married, so hopefully he thinks it's me and stays away from here from now on. After she closed the door we put a noise muffling charm around the apartment and continued at our same volume.
"Don't get too comfortable over there, sir!" I shouted to Oliver who was draped on the couch.
"You sure you don't want to come with us?" Alicia asked. She was going to spend the night over at Angelina's.
"No. I just want to sleep in my bed tonight. Make sure I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed for your big day" I yawned.
"Well. I'm proud of you choosing to be on your own at least, so I guess I can't protest too much. My little girl is growing up" Alicia said, stifling a fake tear.
"Whatever Mrs. and Soon-to-be Mrs." I said as they left the flat. Fred and George had already headed over to George's house a bit earlier.
"Okay, bye Oliver" I said and threw a pillow at him as the girls left the flat.
"It's tradition," he grunted.
"What is?" I laughed.
"Me crashing on your couch after those parties, if they are tradition then so is this" He rolled onto his back and stretched out on the couch.
"I said not to get comfortable!" I said, leaping over the back of the couch to land on top of him.
"Oof, I don't think this tactic is going to be as effective as you'd like" he laughed.
"Your stupid" I grunted. But he was right, as soon as I landed on the couch and him I was so comfortable and tired I really didn't feel like getting up myself, let alone forcing him to.
"Okay" he chuckled. I decided to close my eyes for a little bit.
"Katie wake up! KATIE!" Angelina was screaming into my room and I heard Alicia giggling.
"I don't want to go to quidditch practice today guys, tell Wood that he is crazy for making us get up this early" I groaned and they both giggled.
"Katie, you don't have to go to practice but you do have to go to my wedding!" Angelina laughed and I opened my eyes all the way. Way to bring me back to reality quickly, going from back at Hogwarts to Angelina's wedding day.
I hopped up on my feet.
"Merlin's pants, Ange you're getting married!" I squealed.
"I knew we better come here and wake you up if we had any expectations of getting you to the hairdressers on time" Alicia laughed.
It feels like I was just here. I pulled on some jeans and we ran out the door to the hairdressers. I didn't even connect the fact that I had woken up in my bed when I fell asleep on the couch until we had been sitting there for at least an hour.
We got our hair done and then went to Mrs. Weasley's house to get ready; they were having the wedding in the garden at the Burrow. We were up in Fred and George's room changing into our dresses. They were this dark purple colour with silver trim. Angelina's dress was a long, halter dress and was mainly white except for a streak that went down from her hip to her train that was the same dark purple as the dresses and it had a thinner silver streak intertwining it. She looked very pretty in it.
We went down to the large white marquee in the garden and I could see that most of the guests were already seated. Fred was upfront talking with the small ancient wizard officiating. The inside had silver chairs that almost looked like they were made of ice. There were accents of purple flowers and fabric all around and the aisle leading to an arch of hanging white flowers looked like it was made of flowing diamonds.
"I liked Alicia's dress better on you" Oliver said, walking up to me.
"Um…thanks?" I laughed.
"No, like this colour doesn't look as good on you" He said looking at me like he was analyzing the dress.
"Thank you fashion expert Wood, I'm not supposed to look good. I'm just here to show everyone that Angelina has amazing and gorgeous friends no matter what colour they are wearing" I smiled and he laughed.
"When did you move me into my bed?" I asked in a quieter tone. It was bothering me that I didn't wake up when he did.
"When I woke up this morning, why?" He asked, smiling.
"I don't know, I just can't figure out why I didn't wake up" I shrugged.
"Oh you were out, snoring a little bit" He smiled his famous cocky smile.
"I do not snore!" I protested, though I was still trying to whisper.
"Only a little bit, it's cute" He teased and I glared at him.
"Five minutes!" A man said into the huddle of the wedding party.
"We have the weirdest pre-wedding conversations" I laughed.
"Well, we just plainly have weird conversations" Oliver laughed as we got herded into a queue.
The music started and we began to walk down the aisle. Angelina had managed to even out each side of her party better than Alicia. First went Charlie and his wife Crystal, then Bill and Fleur, Ginny and Harry, Ron and Whitney (A girl Ange worked with), Me and Oliver, and then George and Alicia. Each pair walked down the aisle and then would stop farthest away from the archway until we all formed a line on either side with Alicia and George the closest and Charlie and Crystal that farthest from the archway. Then Angelina and her father came down the aisle and I swear I thought that Fred was about to faint. George was laughing at him and saying something quietly over and over again while Alicia glared at him. So I can only guess that George was stating that he didn't cry at his wedding so Fred would look weak if he broke. By the time Angelina got to the archway they were both crying and laughing.
I looked out to all of the people watching the wedding and at least half of them were crying and smiling, of course by this time I was crying a little bit and smiling. I looked over at Oliver and he was looking at me. He made a weird face at me for crying so I stuck my tongue out at him. Fred saw me do this but couldn't tell I was looking at Oliver so he made a weird face at me. Then Oliver laughed because Angelina must have been making faces at him, before long George and Alicia started in and I'm assuming that the six of us were all making silly faces at one another.
"Well I know that you will take this all very seriously" The officiant joked when he noticed us. Everyone laughed. Nevertheless we killed the moment and people weren't crying anymore.
By the time we got through the vows there wasn't a dry eye in the place again. The officiant was starting to wrap things up and I noticed a deviant look flash across George's face.
The moment Fred leaned in and kissed Angelina as their first kiss as man and wife the marquee dropped and the sky was flooded by the flash and bangs of fireworks everywhere. Each cluster told a different part of their story, Oliver pointed at the fireworks shaped like quidditch players (one chasing a quaffle and one with a beater's stick) like a toddler seeing a dog for the first time.
"I thought you said you weren't going to do anything like this" Angelina smiled dreamily at Fred.
"I said I wasn't going to do anything at the reception, you never said anything about during the ceremony" Fred smiled and Georges chuckled.
"Well, I love it" Angelina said and leaned in for another kiss.
People mingled about the garden following the fireworks as they progressed through their stories. While they did the marquee was put back up and set up for the dinner.
The dance floor had the same flowing diamond look and people had no hesitation to dance the moment the dinner had finished.
"Oh, tough break. Looks like Ron is dancing with Hermone Granger" Oliver said, sitting back down with drinks for us both.
"What? They are together aren't they? That's what Ginny said at least." I was happily still eating my cake. It's much better when you get to eat the wedding cake, instead of just wearing it.
"So there goes your chance of becoming a Weasley," Oliver laughed.
"Oh yeah. Crushing my hopes and dreams. Whatever will I do" I said sarcastically.
"Katie, when will be here for your wedding" Professor Flitwick popped up out of nowhere to ask.
"Not for some time" I smiled with my fork of cake still almost in my mouth. I'm sure I had crumbs and frosting all over my teeth as well. It's really a wonder why I'm not married.
"Oh that's a shame, I'm sure it will be sooner than you think." He said almost as if he was trying to reassure me. Great now I'm the pity piece. I should get some cats. Really I should do this anyway. Maybe even a few kneazles.
"He must have heard about Ron" Oliver snorted and stole some of my cake.
"Oh shut up. And how dare you!" That is the sort of offense that should be punishable by death. One doesn't share cake.
"Nevertheless, my offer still stands to help with that," Oliver waggled his eyebrows and summoned his own piece of cake over to him.
"Are you ever going to drop that?" I asked him.
"Not until you finally take my offer" He smiled/
"Well that's going to be forever then. I was just thinking I should get some cats or kneazles." I laughed.
"Then for forever I will ask" He smiled.
"Eventually you will understand the chances of me saying yes and you will give up" I said.
"And what pray tell are my chances?" He asked with an intrigued look on his face.
"Pretty slim" I smile.
"Like England winning the World Cup slim or a flying pig slim?" He laughed.
"Well even though I feel guilty saying this because it's my team, I know that you can make a pig fly so I'm going to have to go with England winning the World Cup slim" I laughed.
"I can work with that" He shrugged before returning to his cake.
"What does that mean?!" I laughed.
"Oh nothing" He smiled. It was a smile to rival the mischief seen only in the smile of the Weasley twins plotting something.
"You are one strange person, Oliver Wood," I said, eating my cake.
"You're the one who is friends with me" He shrugged and put some frosting on my nose.
"Only because when I'm not you try to kill yourself" I laughed.
"Touché" He smiled.
"Though to be fair, I didn't try to kill myself. I just happened to drink myself to the verge of death and the potential of it just kind of found me" He said after a bit.
"Yeah, whatever" I laughed and he got up and went across the room to look for somebody.
I finished my cake and couldn't see anyone to go and talk to. I got up and was walking across the dance floor when something smacked me in the face and fell into my arms.
"Hahahaha nice catch Kates!" George laughed. I looked down to see Angelina's bouquet in my hands.
"What?…I didn't even know that you were throwing this yet" I laughed at all of the disappointed faces around me.
"Well you caught it…even if it was with your face" Angelina joked.
I danced with Angelina, Alicia, and Ginny for a bit before I suddenly realized how tired I was and decided to go lay down behind a table. I was almost asleep when I felt someone standing over me.
"So you caught the bouquet….maybe England will win after all…that or you'll find some other guy to fall in love with" The Scottish voice said. I could almost hear him smirking.
"Well perhaps that second one" I mumbled.
"Good luck with that, but I'm just here to let you know that everyone else is leaving" He laughed and walked away.
I stood up really fast and the room was basically empty.
"Where did everyone go?" I asked.
"Home probably" Alicia laughed.
"That or they met someone and they are at their house" George chuckled.
"I fell asleep?" I asked.
"Yep" They all said.
"I'm sorry" I told Angelina.
"It's okay I would have too, but people might have noticed that bride sleeping behind a table" She laughed.
"Now come on let's go home." Alicia said.
"I don't feel like apparating" I groaned.
"Me either" Oliver grunted back ruffling his hair.
"Well we are going home and you aren't welcome to come" George laughed and Alicia punched him.
"And you definitely can't come with us" Fred said and Angelina blushed. They both disappeared in pairs.
I groaned and fell to the floor and curled into a little ball.
"Come on," Oliver said, he lifted me and apparated into my alleyway.
He walked me up into my room and threw me onto my bed and plopped down next to me. I charmed my dress off and my pajamas on and curled into a ball underneath my covers.
I felt Oliver still on my bed.
"Ollie, get out" I grumbled.
"No…It took all of my energy to get me this far, and I would be home by now if I didn't bring you home" He yawned.
"I hate you" I said and rolled onto my side.
"So you keep saying" He yawned and then rolled onto his side and fell asleep.
"Oh shit!" Oliver said, jumping out of bed.
"Is the flat on fire?" I grumbled.
"No why?" He asked, confused.
"Is anything happening that could cause my death?" I grumbled.
"No...Why?" He said again.
"Then why are you yelling 'oh shit', scaring the shit out of me, and waking me up" I whined.
"Because we have a Quidditch meeting to go to in five minutes" He smiled.
"A Quidditch meeting?" I asked.
"Yes about the world cup" He said, pointing his wand at me and then picking me up.
"Wait I have to get changed!" I said squirming.
"No I just did for you" He said, grabbing my wand and rushing out the door.
"What?" I looked down and I was in jeans and a t-shirt.
"How did you?! When did you?!" I asked.
"Just now with my wand, no worries" He smiled his cocky smile and then ran out the front door almost crashing into this little old lady on the street. He ran into the alleyway and apparated before even looking to see if there were any muggles looking.
We ran into the office and Oliver put me down in a chair next to Mica and then he sat next to me. I just curled into a little ball on the seat and tried to go back to sleep.
"Nice entrance" Mica laughed.
"Are we late?!" Oliver asked.
"No, you have like a minute to spare" He laughed.
"Sweet" Oliver said with a sigh and smiled politely as Carrie waved vigorously at him.
"So we are going to the World Cup ladies and gents" Greg said as he walked into the room.
"The first round starts in three weeks but we need to get there early and train harder than we ever have before. England will win the world cup this year!" Greg said.
"Better start shopping for a wedding dress" Oliver said under his breath to me and I elbowed him in the side.
"So I need you lot to be ready to go by tomorrow afternoon. We are flying by aeroplane there so dress in muggle clothes and don't let any of them know you play quidditch, if any of them ask say that we are part of a tourist group" He laughed and handed us each plane tickets for tomorrow at 1:30 pm.
"Oh and be prepared the trip to New Zealand takes longer than a day" Greg laughed and then walked out of the room.
"We are going to New Zealand?!" I screeched.
"I love the amount of time he gave us to prepare for this," Oliver laughed.
"What, you two didn't know that the cup was in New Zealand?" Mica asked.
"Nope" Ollie and I both said.
"Well I imagine that this would be a surprise" Mica laughed and walked out the door.
Oliver and I were the only ones left in the room by this point and we were just standing there staring at each other in shock.
"So we're going to the World Cup. Tomorrow. It's a real thing that's happening. I don't think I really ever let it dawn on me before." I said with this obnoxiously large smile on my face.
"The Quidditch World Cup" Oliver laughed with a similar smile.
"Like where we play quidditch against other countries" I said still with my smile.
"And we are going to New Zealand!" Oliver laughed. I squealed and leapt into his arms. There was a split second where our eyes met and the tension fell so thick you'd think the room had been turned to cold custard.
"I have to tell George and Alicia!" I broke the contact, which instantly dissolved the custard, and galloped out of the room. He still stood there laughing. Once I got to the pitch I apparated to just outside of George and Alicia's new house. They moved into a magical area so I was freely allowed to apparate to their house. I'm not going to lie, it was quite nice.
I ran into the front door and they were both in the living room sitting on the couch watching the telly together. I leapt over the back of the couch and sat down in between them. They were obviously having a cute married couple moment and I ruined it, but that's what I'm for. I'm the crazy friend that lets them get married but then goes insane and can't afford rent so moves into their garage and is always around ruining their peace and romantic moments.
"Hey Kates" They both said unenthusiastically.
"Guys guess what!?" I basically screamed.
"What?" George said.
"I'M GOING TO NEW ZEALAND!" I shrieked.
"What?!" Alicia said.
"No fair!" George pouted.
"Why?" Alicia asked.
"For the World Cup, it's there…you would have thought that Ollie and I would have known that by now but I guess with all of the us being on the team, then not on the team, and then back on, we forgot to pay attention or something I don't know I just know that I'm going to New Zealand for the Quidditch World Cup!" I said in about one breath.
"I'm so jealous!" George said folding his arms…he had always wanted to go to New Zealand but never had a chance too.
"Well this is a perfect excuse for you to go now! Because I mean you have to come and watch me kick those other countries' butts!" I said egotistically.
"You know what, you have a point!" George said and ran over to the phone I'm assuming to call Fred and tell him to go with him to New Zealand.
"When do you leave?" Alicia asked…the calmest of the three people in the room. God only knows how.
"Tomorrow" I shrieked.
"Tomorrow?!" She said in shock.
"Tomorrow!" I said back, still screaming.
"Well that's sudden" She laughed.
"Yeah well, it doesn't really start for like three weeks but Greg wants us to be there to train before it starts." I said.
"I'm going to New Zealand!" George said triumphantly as he reentered the room.
"I'm going first!" I said like a petulant child.
"When do you guys leave?" He asked.
"Tomorrow" I laughed.
"Oh well then I guess you are going first" He laughed and went to do something else.
"Hey Leesha you know you want to help me pack," I said, putting an innocent smile on my face.
"Ugh I guess….well I guess the good part of this is that you won't be hanging around here anymore" Alicia said groaning a bit as she stood up.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yeah why?" She asked, arching her back.
"You just seem to be acting weird" I shrugged and raised an eyebrow.
"No, I'm fine come on let's go get you packed" She smiled and apparated to my alleyway.
"Did I hear packing?" George said, reemerging into the room.
"Yeah Alicia's gone to help me pack for tomorrow" I told him.
"Can I come?" He asked.
"Sure, but I'm sure it will be boring," I said.
"Nonsense" He laughed and then disappeared…literally.
I apparated to my alley and Alicia and George were there waiting for me.
"So are we going to do this the old fashioned way or the magical way?" Alicia asked me. I normally love to pack like a muggle because there is just something about packing to go somewhere that I love to do. But since it was 7 pm already I decided it would probably be wise to pack the magical way.
We walked up into my flat and Oliver was in there waiting.
"I was wondering when you were going to come and pack," He said from my kitchen. His bags were all in there with him.
"Planning on spending the night?" I laughed and shook my head.
"Well yeah being that I have nowhere else to go" He said with his infamous smile.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Oh just that I've been evicted from my flat for nearly a month now" He laughed.
"What?! Where have you been staying then all this time?" Alicia asked.
"Well here mainly, but sometimes back at the flat that the team gave me in London. Now that we are going to New Zealand that one's kind of unavailable though" He laughed.
"So that's why you've been crashing on the sofa so much" I laughed and punched him. He just smiled.
Alicia and I went into my room and I charmed the majority of my clothing into a few huge duffel bags and put them in the kitchen next to Ollie's.
"So now what?" George said swinging back and forth on my bar stool in my kitchen.
"You're weird today" I laughed.
"And you're brutally honest" He laughed.
"You know you love me for it" I said with a cocky smile.
"Alright, Oliver" He laughed.
"I don't get why you guys think I have a big ego….it's not my fault that I can brag about my amazingness" Oliver laughed.
"Point proven" I laughed. Alicia sighed and sat on the couch.
"What is wrong with you?!" I yelled and threw a pillow at her.
"Nothing!" She yelled and threw the pillow back.
"Well then why are you being so boring?!" I shouted.
"I'm not being boring, I'm just tired!" She said and hugged a different pillow.
"Well stop it!" I laughed.
"It's not my fault" She laughed.
"Oh and then who's is it? And don't even say George because gross" I laughed and Oliver and George chuckled.
"Well in a way it is my fault" George laughed and Alicia shot him a look.
"What?" I asked.
"impregant" Alicia mumbled really quickly.
"I'm sorry what was that" I asked.
"I'm pregnant," she said. George smiled the proudest shit-eating grin I've ever seen and Oliver laughed at him.
"Oh my god Alicia! Why didn't you tell me!?" I asked. I pounced on her hugging tightly.
"Because you were all excited about New Zealand and I didn't want to seem like I was trying to outdo your news" She said.
"You still should have told me!" I said.
"Yeah I guess so" She looked ashamed.
"How far are you?" I asked.
"Well obviously only two months" She said and George and Oliver laughed.
"Alicia! You're gonna be a mummy!" I squeaked, beaming at her. She laughed and looked like she was about to cry.
"Oh my god and George is going to be a dad! George you're going to have an offspring! That's terrifying!" I said and George looked offended but Alicia laughed.
"What, I think I'm going to be a good dad" He said standing up straight.
"Sure you will be, but it will be another you. We already have two of you in this world. Three if you count Ginny, and we probably should." I said and we all laughed.
So Alicia's pregnant. Man I'm falling far behind in the being an adult thing. I mean Angelina is married, Alicia is married and now she's pregnant too. I don't even have a serious boyfriend….I mean I have Oliver, but he's not my boyfriend….though in the strangest way possible we could be engaged….but England will never win….there is no chance that we will actually win. Do I even want to win? Cause if we win I'll have to marry him. What am I saying of course I want to win! And I don't have to do anything. I'll just say no if he asks me for real. We hung out playing exploding snaps most of the night until the four of us fell asleep in random areas of my flat.
"KATIE GET UP!" Oliver screeched. He called me Katie so something's wrong.
"I don't wanna" I groaned.
"It's bloody 10 AM! You've been sleeping all morning" He complained.
"Yeah, that happens" I laughed.
"Come on, we need to drive to London because there is no way we can apparate with all of this luggage" He said attempting to pull me out of the bed…but failing because when I want to be heavy as a boulder I am….mainly because magic rocks…haha pun.
"We can take the floo powder," I groaned.
"That would take forever, and everything would get all ashy. How do you think we will explain that to the airport people?" He said, still trying to pull me out of bed.
"Bloody hell, how does someone as skinny as you weigh this much!?" Oliver asked.
"Are you calling me fat?!" I laughed.
"I said that you were skinny! You're like 8 stone and I can't get you out of this bed!" he whined.
"Oh darn. I guess I'm just going to have to stay here in bed" I laughed.
"Katherine Elizabeth Bell!" He said, trying to sound stern.
"Oliver Nolan Wood!" I said back.
"Why are you so heavy?!" He whimpered.
"By the grace of God" I giggled.
"Did you charm yourself?!" He laughed.
"No, of course not" I laughed.
"Finite Incantatem" he waved his wand. After this he easily reached over and picked me up and proceeded to turn and drop me right onto the floor beside my bed.
"Completely Unnecessary!" I protested.
"No it was entirely necessary. Now get ready…oh and I'd wear something comfortable because we are going to be on a plane for the next 24 hours essentially" He said.
"Alright then I'm ready to go" I laughed, still lying on the floor where he had dropped me.I was wearing my England national footy team sweatpants and a short sleeve shirt that said my last name on the back of it. I threw up my hair into a really messy bun and stumbled into the kitchen where Oliver was picking up luggage and leaving the apartment. He was in tracksuit bottoms and a big baggy t-shirt.
"Do you want help?" I asked him.
"No, just make sure you have everything" He said and left the flat to bring things down to the car.
"I have clothes…sunglasses…." I said as I picked up my sunglasses off of my counter. "I have my mobile…and my keys….passport…I think that's everything I need on my person" I said out loud to myself.
"Do you have your ticket?" Oliver asked, returning to the room.
"Oh crap ticket" I said and ran to get it from my room. He just laughed and shook his head.
"What car are we using?" I asked, realizing that neither of us owned one.
"I rented it" He laughed and grabbed the last bit of luggage.
I looked around in the room and made sure that everything was turned off and unplugged and everything else that you do when you leave your house for a long period of time. It was still insane that I was going to the World Cup in New Zealand for the next two months. I'm not going to be back in this apartment for a really long time.
"Ready to go?" Oliver asked.
"What…oh yeah" I said.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah I'm still in a little bit of shock, I guess" I said and followed him out to the car. It was a tiny two door vehicle packed full with our luggage. Oliver obviously charmed it to all fit in the car.
We got in the car and I curled into a little ball to try to sleep in the passenger's seat.
"What are we going to do for this plane ride" Oliver grumbled and woke me up.
"I don't know about you but I'm going to sleep" I smiled weakly because I had just woken up.
"For 24 hours? You just slept the last 10 hours!" He said like it was something surprising.
"Heck yes! It will be the best day ever" I laughed and stretched the small amount that I could in the tiny car.
"You really think that you could sleep that long?" He asked.
"You really think that I couldn't?" I asked.
"No and I think that's what worries me the most" He laughed.
We pulled into this huge airport. I haven't been on a plane in a very long time. Not since I was about 9 and went to Florida to visit some of my Mum's family. It's going to be weird to be flying and not on a broom.
There was a lot more muggle security at the airport than there had been when I was younger. Our brooms had all been charmed inside of our luggage to not show up on any of the muggles x-ray machines, and they wouldn't notice them even if they opened our bags and were looking directly at them. Same thing for our wands and any other magical things we had with us. I guess they were in the middle of their own war right now and it was better than stuck with a probity probe everywhere you went like it was with ours for a while there. We caught up with our whole team at the gate for our flight.
"You two better be careful, you look like some kind of famous footy couple" Mica laughed at Oliver and I wearing our hats, sunglasses, and comfort clothes.
"Oliver! Aren't you so excited?" Carrie screeched… yeah I know that it's like midday but still, I just woke up and she needs to not be this perky….if she sits anywhere near us on the plane I may just avada kedavra myself.
"I guess" Oliver said, ruffling his hair under his hat before readjusted it.
"Did you two just wake up or something?" Mica laughed knowing us well.
"I did!" I said proudly.
"And I've spent the last near 3 hours trying to get you to wake up," Oliver yawned.
"Pretty close…that and driving" I smiled.
"Maybe I'll join you in your 24 hour nap" Oliver laughed looking at me.
"How can you be so tired at a time like this?" The annoying voice said. I cringed and Mica laughed.
"I've had to deal with this for most of my life" Oliver said and nudged me.
"Did you guys do anything last night?" Mica asked.
"Yeah George and Alicia came over for most of the night…well mainly George because Alicia passed out on the sofa at like 10" Oliver laughed.
"How late were you up?" He asked.
"That's a very good question" I laughed and there was a silent pause.
"So…." Mica said.
"We have no idea," Oliver laughed.
"Nice" Mica laughed.
"Guys, the flight is starting to board" Greg said.
"Ollie, where are you sitting?!" Carrie screeched.
"Don't call me that" He snapped. There was a lot of anger in his snap and both Carrie and I stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds. I called him Ollie all the time. Granted he used to hate it and yell at me about it, but now he just deals with it.
"Oh sorry" She said looking a little scared…ha weakling I've never seen anyone really scared by the mean looking Ollie…though there was one time we got pretty scare when we lost this one game against Hufflepuff and he got really mad at us…but then I just made him laugh and it was gone.
"Row 47 seat L…why" He said.
"Oh darn, I'm in row 23 seat G" She said and looked disappointedly at her ticket.
"THANK YOU GOD!" I said into Oliver's ear as I leaned on his shoulder and he laughed. I was row 47 seat K.
We boarded and I walked back to our row.
"Oliver, You're seat L?" I asked as we were getting closer to our row.
"Yeah, why?" He asked.
"Because it's the window seat, wanna swap?" I looked back with my big doe-eyes pleadingly.
"You said you were going to sleep for the whole flight!" he laughed.
"But if I don't I might want to look out the window!" I pleaded.
"Whatever tickles your niffler" he laughed.
We got to our seats and I pulled a blanket out of my carry on, curled into a ball like a cat leaning up against Oliver, and tried to get comfortable.
"You two are pathetic" Mica laughed as he sat in the seat at the end of our row.
"Yeah it happens" I said and I felt Oliver nod his head in agreement.
"Why didn't you let her call you Ollie" I asked him after a while.
"Because I hate it when people call me that" He laughed.
"Yeah, but I call you that all the time" I said.
'Well, that's because I've given up on trying to get you to stop…plus now it sounds weird when you call me Oliver like you did earlier. So it is officially a name only you are allowed to call me" He chuckled and I whined because it made me move.
He noticed so tried to get comfortable without moving me much and we tried to fall asleep as the plane took off.