Name: It should be Yellow, the Cowardly Chicken
Age: Almost 18
Hair: Rocketing around
Current Location: G-Forced in Apparation, halfway to Puddlemere United grounds.
Current Mood: Pissed off at myself.

I feel like such a chicken. Like a cop-out. I can't even explain it. I was fully prepared not to go to those trials. I'd stopped looking at my watch long ago. The trial didn't even matter to me anymore. I had to make sure Bell was okay. That she'd wake up and forgive me. That she'd even wake up at all.

But as soon as she woke up, the first words out of her mouth were telling me to get lost. Well, it wasn't really like that, but it still sort of feels that way. Instead I just go my meek little way and bail on her, without even telling her why I was still there, why I was waiting.

I'm just fooling myself, honestly. Oliver Wood, you are both a coward and a fool. She doesn't think of you in that way. She sees you as a Captain and maybe a friend, and that's it. Her heart doesn't beat faster when I enter the room. She likes me, or at least tolerates me, but she doesn't love me. I thought back a few short weeks, when she whispered my name in her sleep. But then I thought of today, and how she shoved my hand away from her hair as I was leaving. Actions speak louder than words.


So much angsty feelings. Jeez. Heading back to the lighter stuff, ie jokes and screaming matches soon I think. Can't handle much more of these intense emotions.