Katie woke up with the realization that she had fallen asleep while writing her paper last night. Her blank page still stared back at her menacingly. The ice cream had inconveniently left an unsightly watermark on her coffee table. She sighed and decided to hit the showers. She stood in the shower and turned on the water. She shrieked as cold water poured on her but toughed it out as the water gradually, although too gradually, warmed up.
She left the shower ready for another day of classes. She towel-dried her hair and placed it in a messy bun, put on a quick t-shirt, blazer, jeans and a pair of worn tennis shoes, grabbed her bag and skipped out the door for another day of classes.
Oliver woke up and scratched his head realizing it was past noon. He did some quick unpacking, but he would have the rest of the day to get everything together. He opened up a box labeled "Memorabilia" and started to go through everything. He put up several trophies, "Most Outstanding Young Player," and of course the awards he received back at Hogwarts. He had his old robes and came across pictures. Pictures of him playing Quidditch with Puddlemere, pictures of him and his new friends, pictures of his family, and finally pictures of him and the entire Gryffrindor team. He smiled a sad smile and placed it ontop of the stack of pictures. Before he had the time to place the stack of pictures down, he heard a small knock on his door.
"Hey, the professor was awful today, I couldn't pay attention... but at least I got part of my essay completed in his class" she said with a weak smile.
Oliver raised his head to allow his eyes to meet her eyes. "Yeah, I was just going through my stuff, unpacking... you know..." he raised up the stack of photos he was holding.
"Oh" she said and walked into his room and looked at them him. She smiled when she saw photos of the old Gryffindor team. The Weasleys and their bright red hair, Angelina and goofy grin, and Alicia and her curly hair, Oliver and his eyes gleaming with passion and there she was in the picture... excuding confidence. Her blonde hair reflected the sun giving her an aura of perfection.
She looked different now, she was worn out, he hair didn't have the same glow, and she was much skinnier. She noticed the difference and she was sure he did too. This realization made her suddenly self-conscious and she turned away.
"I.. uh... have this paper to work on, so I guess I'll see you around later for dinner?" she said quickly.
Oliver furrowed his brow, still looking at the picture.
She wrote a a little over a page of her essay as she opened up her organic chemistry book and started reading. She got through a couple of pages before Oliver walked past her again and headed out. After the door slammed, she found herself staring at the door and wondering what time he would come back.
And he did come back. Several hours later when Katie had already decided to call it a night. With a completely drunk and giggly stranger. She heard clattering coming from the kitchen. Katie poked her head out of the room and saw two dark figures heading towards Oliver's room. She sighed and went back to bed making sure she put on some headphones and tried to sleep through it all.
The next morning, Katie woke up to make herself a cup of coffee and get ready for classes hoping that she would be able to avoid Oliver and his latest conquest. Just as she finished the thought, she saw a cute brunette exit Oliver's room, readjust her dress. The brunette looked like one of those thin Marc Jacobs groupies with bedhead, pale complexion, and bright red lipstick that miraculously managed to survive through the night. The brunette coldly eyed Katie up and down just as Katie managed to mutter, "Hi, I'm the roommate." She nodded in understanding and left the apartment. Katie sighed and placed the toast in the toaster and to her dismay noticed an entire sink full of dishes, probably left over from Oliver's midnight snack. She sighed and started washing the dishes.
Just as she finished drying the last dish, Oliver came out of his room and trudged out of the room. He saw her and managed a weak smile. "Thank God she left. It would have been bad if she found out I forgot her name." He turned around to see Katie putting the last dish away in the cupboard. "I'm uh, sorry about dinner, something came up." he added. Katie looked at him and went back to looking at the toaster. She thought a while and then said, "Next time just remember to wash your own dishes." Before he had time to utter an apology, Katie added, "I've got classes" and left a confused Oliver standing next to the toaster. Just as the door slammed shut, the toaster popped up two pieces of toast.
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