Name: Oliver Wood
Age: Just a few short weeks until I'm 18
Hair: Illegally great-looking
Current Mood: Confused, and fearing for my life
Current Location: McGonagall's office.
Oooh, does Bell look like she's going to blow a gasket. I've seen her get huffy, pouty and poopy on the Quidditch Pitch, but this is something else altogether. Cally goes out of her way to track me down, visit my school and offer to train with me. What does Bell offer? To kill me with chubby five-year-old fingers. So, awkward moment where Cally petted Bell's head, and now Bell has her Game-On face she usually reserves only for Slytherins. Which is weird, because Bell's usually pretty easy-going when it comes to people. I mean, short of the whole petting thing, Cally's done nothing to Bell at all – you think Bell would be pleased to see less of me at practise than usual. I know the rest of the team will be ecstatic about shorter Quidditch practises. Bell's probably just sore about being five years old again and taking it out on everyone else around her. I'm sure Bell doesn't really hate Cally.
Oh, yeah, some swearing in the next chapter. Just warning you all now, Katie is fairly pissed off.
