Hogwarts is getting difficult. And I find I'm faced with decisions I would have never been faced with in my previous years here. Oliver will always place Quidditch before anything in his life there is no doubt about that. However…

The writing stopped and the silent group looked at Each other questioningly.

"Well?" Katie shouted at the book, "however what?"

"Don't tell me you broke it Fred." George looked at his brother accusingly.

"How do you break a spell dummy? Besides for all we know she could be thinking." Fred defended himself.

"Or she could know about the spell," offered a new voice. Oliver stood leaning against the common room's entrance, arms crossed, and staring at the group. "Besides, haven't any of you heard of personal space?"

"Now you're beginning to sound like our mum," Fred and George said in unison.

"Well maybe you should listen to her once in a while," Oliver demanded. "Those are Allison's personal thoughts. I don't think she'd hesitate one second to kick your arses after finding out about this."

Oliver's movement towards the stairs brought the group to their feet to let out a scream of 'no!' Oliver knew of course that he would never be able to climb the stairs to that lead to her room. He simply planned to shout for her at the bottom stairs.

Improvising Fred decided to try and persuade Oliver against what he was about to do. "You know you can't go up the girls staircase. And well, what if she's writing about you?" he baited Oliver.

Failing miserably Oliver tried to look disinterested. He eyes shifted around as if viewing his current thoughts and he finally turned to the group and whispered, "Fine. But this stays a secret!' Oliver demanded.

"No we are all just going to off and tell Allison that we all read her journal through a spell Fred and myself put on her quill that we got for her birthday. Believe me mate, if a guilty conscience was something that ate away at us we would have been kicked out of Hogwarts our first year."

"Before that even. They would have sent us our acceptance letters then sent another notice of expulsion." Fred chuckled at his joke.

"And even that would have saved you the wrath of me." Came a voice full of anger from the staircase. "Have you any morals or sense of personal respect at all?" Allison asked. "Did you think it was funny, evasion of my thoughts?"

"There's no reason to be mad love. It was only a practical joke," George defended the group.

"Who says I'm mad? I'm not mad." She said through clenched teeth.

"Phew!" the group sighed relaxing.

"I'm fuming!" she was screaming now. The screaming caused a giant scene, and the scene drew everyone to the common room. There were even students from other houses outside of the common room pressing their ears to the fat ladies portrait (much to her dislike) trying to hear the disorder within.
"I trusted you!" she pointed to Oliver. "I trusted all of you!" she said facing the group again. "But mostly I trusted you!" she was back to Oliver, but this time she was shoving him. Oliver not sure of how to react stepped back with each shove. When they got to circle of people that had formed around them, they audience parted. And her shoves, which got harder with each touch, didn't stop when she had Oliver backed against the wall. He just stared at her with big chocolate brown guilt-filled eyes.

George walked up behind her when she started crying. He wrapped his hands around her forearms and embraced her from behind.

"Get off of me!" she screamed shaking him off. "Don't touch me! Don't ever touch me," she said in a calmer yet still as shaky voice. "None of you," she sobbed, "I don't ever want to talk to any of you." She pointed to Fred, George, Katie, and Angelina emphasizing her statement. She then proceeded to walk straight up to Oliver. Oliver who half expected to be slapped winced when she approached him.

"And I never want to hear your name, see your face," she paused, " or hear your voice ever again."

"Allison," he reached for her arm his eyes pleading as much as his voice.

"Ever again," she whispered tears falling down her face. She shook her wrist free from his grasp and walked up the stairs to her dormitory.

"Allison." He whispered begging. Oliver placed one foot on the staircase and before he knew completely what he was doing his legs were racing up the staircase. To him it seemed like everything was happening in slow motion and the scene was taking forever. The scene those around him watched was Oliver running up six giant stairs grabbing the door handle and then fall down. The staircase was now a slide and Oliver's legs flipped out from underneath him. His cheekbone ended up breaking the fall and as it did everything in Oliver's world went black.

Three Months Later

"Ms. Stapleton, there is nothing more tragic then the loss of ones friend." Headmaster Dumbledore stated looking down, rubbing his chin in thought, and pacing the area behind his desk. "And the loss of all of one's friends…"

"Is sometimes extremely necessary and for the best," she interrupted, "sir.'

"A certain," he paused looking for an appropriate word, "grieving period would be expected perhaps?" he stopped pacing as he sat down in his chair and made eye contact with Allison, as if waiting for the answer.

"Was that a statement or a question professor? For if the first I would agree in your thinking."

"And if it were the second?" Dumbledore asked out of pure curiosity.

"Well if the second I would have to reply, with all due respect sir, that I must disagree. For you see most people would receive that grieving period with open arms. Others however are much stronger, emotionally that is, then most believe."

"Ah! And it is that kind of intellectual thinking that I enjoy in the youth of today." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes glistening.

"I'm sorry sir, but I don't believe my mother would approve of me wasting valuable education time in such a manor as to simply boast my opinion."

"Ah yes, spoken like a true pureblood. I asked you to my office ms. Stapleton to simply ask for you to reconsider your letter. Your mother sent me quite the letter explaining that it was to your wishes that you be transferred to Beauxbatons."

"Yes sir." Allison replied ensure if it was what she truly wished to do.

"And when is that you wish to leave?"

It took her a minute to respond. She couldn't seem to get the words out to finalize her leave. "In one week, sir. Please."

"And you're positive this is what you want to do?"

"Yes sir." She replied in a very quite and doubtful voice.

"Then I shall write to Headmistress Maxime right away."

"Thank you professor. But if you don't mind me asking, what will you say?"

"I shall tell her nothing of your reasoning behind the transfer. I will just tell her about the intelligent courageous and charming lady whom she is about to receive at her school."

"My reasoning? I believe that is the most important thing to tell her. Didn't my mother tell you why I want to go to Beauxbatons?" she questioned.

"Yes she did Ms. Stapleton. However I highly doubt your dislike for the 'distractions' here at Hogwarts would be reason enough."

"I beg you pardon?" she asked getting a little irritated.

"Your request for a transfer wouldn't be because of a certain boy would it?" he asked. At the same time as the question was asked there was a knock on the Headmaster's doors and a boy with brown locks who looked like he hadn't slept in weeks walked in. Allison now found herself annoyed at everything in Dumbledore's office.

"I'm sorry," Oliver struggled to say, "Should I come back later Professor?" he asked Dumbledore but his eyes were focused on Allison.

"No," Allison protested. "Professor Dumbledore and I were just closing up our discussion. Professor my request for the transfer is not because of what happened between 'a boy' as you called him and myself. Nothing to do with it. Thank you for being concerned enough to discuss that with me."

Oliver stared at her as she walked out of the office completely ignoring his presence. Disbelief was written all across his face and he repeated in his mind (as if it would help) 'Look at me Allison, Look at me!' However when she didn't he felt the immediate need go after her. "Excuse me Professor Dumbledore," he said as he ran off after her.

"Allison!" he called after her. When he caught up to her he had to grab her by the wrist to stop her.

"What do you want Oliver?" she said anger dripping from her voice.

"I want you to accept my apology. And to not to transfer to a different school."

"Accepted apology or not, it will not change my transfer to Beauxbatons." She said avoiding his eyes.

"I'm sorry Allison, from the bottom of my heart." He eyes pleaded.

"Your sorry?" she chuckled. "I trusted you Oliver, you knew I liked you."

"And I liked you too. Well like you. And that's why I had to know what you were saying about me." He said rushing his statement as if she'd disappear at any given moment.

"People's personalities and lives change even in one month Oliver."

"Everyday I sat and wrote you letter after letter trying to write the perfect one. The perfect one that would let you know how truly sorry I am, and how much I really like you." He said ignoring her statement.

"Liked."

"What?" he questioned.

"How much you liked me. Not like." She corrected.

"No I like you" he said closing the distance that was between then and caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. He leaned down to close the rest of the gap between their lips when she stopped him.

"Oliver. I'm getting married."