Uncanny conclusions

I walked into the common room expecting it to be empty and was relieved when there was no one in sight. I slowly took a seat near the fire, and began to relax. So many emotions were running through my head, and I wasn't sure how to react.

'I can't like Charlie Weasley, he's too old and too popular' I thought.

I knew I was right but somehow I wasn't ready to give up. It took awhile to figure out just how I would get Charlie to notice me before deciding to write an owl to Leanne. I grabbed a piece of parchment and quill from my bag and began to write.

Dear Leanne,

I apologize for missing our meeting tonight, and hope that you don't think I ditched you on purpose. I completely forgot about our plans. It rather sucks not being near you, and sucks even more that we're not in the same house, but I guess it happens. Please lets plan to catch up.

How are your classes going? I'm bloody bad at Potions.

I think I have taken a fancy to the Gryffindor quidditch captain; his name is Charlie Weasley. He is by far the best looking guy I've ever set my eyes on. I will have to point him out to you during the Ravenclaw/Gryffindor game. I know I told you a little about quidditch over the summer, but I promise I'll explain it as the game is in progress, its easier to understand.

Hope to hear from you soon! Just send a time and place when you want to meet and I'll be there.

I apologize again,

Katie

After I read it through once I decided to go up to the owlery and send it out. As I got up to leave the portrait hole opened and in walked Oliver.

"There you are, sure you're not hungry?" he asked me.

"No I'm fine for now, just going up to the owlery to send out a letter," I answered. I was beginning to walk past him when he grabbed my hand and turned me around.

A shocked look came across my face and I could tell by the look on his face he immediately regretted his actions.

"Sorry," he started.

"It's fine," I responded. I quickened my pace and began to walk up a set of stairs as they began changing to a different balcony.

"Katie, wait for me… It gets confusing up towards the tower, I can help you find your way."

I had to give Oliver credit he was persistent, but I didn't like him, I liked Charlie. Plus I couldn't like him, because Alicia already took a fancy to him. Sighing I shook my head, and waited for the staircase to come back around so he could get on.

"Who's the letter to?" he asked after a few minutes of silence. I was glad that he broke the tension because I was never one to do it myself.

"Leanne, my best friend, she was sorted into Ravenclaw."

"Oh one of my good mates is in Ravenclaw too."

"I just feel bad, she's a muggleborn and I don't want her to get the wrong impressions of the wizarding world," I contested.

"Katie, I'm sure Leanne is not the first muggle born to come to Hogwarts, she'll be fine I'm sure," he tried to convince me.

As we reached the owlery I hurriedly sent it out and watched as it went straight towards the tower I assumed the Ravenclaw common room was in.

The way back towards the common room was a lot less of a hassle; climbing stairs is definitely a lot harder then the way back down.

"So are you going on the Hogsmeade trip? I asked trying to make conversation.

"Well seeing as you aren't able to go, I was thinking I might just stay here and accompany you for the day."

'Wow could he be anymore blunt then that?' I asked myself.

"Oh you shouldn't do that for me," I told him.

"Oh but I would want to." He assured me.

"Well we'll see, I might be hanging out with Leanne that day though," I said coming up with the fastest lie I could think of.

Truth was that I liked Oliver, but Charlie was my first priority, however doubtful it was that I'd get together with him.

As we entered the common room, I walked up to Alicia and Angelina who greeted me and together the three of us sat by the fire; Fred and George joined us a few minutes later and we decided to play exploding snaps.

We were just about to start a new game when a loud voice began to yell from across the room, "You lot need to get your asses to bed! We have practice early tomorrow and I won't hear you complaining!"

Turning I saw that the voice was Charlie and although everyone else was groaning, I didn't mind; anytime I got to hear or see Charlie made my insides tingle and no matter what he said it couldn't upset me.

"Night guys!" I waved to them as they slowly got up and walked up to their rooms.

A short while later while I was contemplating whether to go to sleep or not I heard a male voice approaching from behind me, "So you like quidditch?" he asked.

I turned to see Oliver leaning on the couch nearest to me, and I was almost certain he had been admiring me from afar for quite sometime.

"I've taken a bit of a fancy to it," I admitted.

"It's a brilliant sport really, I'll teach you to play sometime if you'd like?"

Before I could respond, Charlie Weasley was on the attack again. "Wood," he yelled. "Will you stop trying to shag the girl and get some sleep; we have practice in the morning!"

Both Oliver and my cheeks had turned a deep scarlet, and silently I could feel the hurt inside from the words.

When Charlie left to go up to his dorm, Oliver looked back towards me, "That's not what I'm trying to do I promise, but please consider letting me teach you to play sometime."

I nodded politely smiling, "I will get back to you on that Oliver, have a good night."

After everyone I knew had gone to sleep for the evening, I decided to head up to bed myself. Upon entering my room, I could see Yvette on the edge of her bed hysterical.

"What's wrong Yvette?" I asked her.

I could hear her trying to sob silently as I approached.

"It's nothing you can't do anything anyways," she responded back.

Sitting next to her and placing a hand gently around her shoulders I embraced her, trying to show her it would all be okay.

"I have had the biggest crush on Charlie Weasley for the past two years, and tonight I came around the corridor towards the common room and I saw him snogging a fifth year, and he was practically in her pants!" she began to cry hysterically again.

I was taken aback by what she had said, momentarily, before I could speak.

"Well do you want Charlie Weasley in your pants?" I questioned. After I spoke I realized how stupid that was to say. Of course any girl in her sane mind would want him in her pants.

"What I mean to say, is that he's older and he isn't going to come looking at us first years when he can get a girl more developed and more experienced then us," I knew it was true and I told myself I needed to listen to what I was saying myself.

Wiping her eyes Yvette tried to smile, "I guess you're right; he is just perfect you know."

I shook my head, I completely understood. After making sure that she would be all right I said goodnight and got into my own bed.

After recalling what I had told Yvette, I realized it was time to get over my crush and move on. I decided that the next time I saw Oliver I'd accept his offer to teach me how to play quidditch. Although I knew the fundamentals and had watched it growing up, I had never before tried to play it.

The thought of playing quidditch frightened and excited me, and allowed me to slip off into a good nights sleep.