Name: Katie
Age: mostly 17. Practically.
Hair: Inky. To explain, I lost my quill at some point during homework and I was on a roll with my essay so I just dipped some ends into some ink and used it instead. If anything, I think it improved my calligraphy. But not my jumper, now my hair is dripping over it.
Current Mood: In denial.
Current Location: Gryffindor Common Room, doing homework with mah girlz.
It was only after I'd eaten some late dinner from the kitchens as I looked over my notes, and I was putting my silver paring knife and brass scales back in it's little velvet pouch ready for Potions tomorrow that it hit me. I'd kissed Wood.
I must have blurted it out, because Angelina stopped scratching out her Transfiguration homework and let her ink drip steadily onto her transformation diagrams as she stared at me.
"You kissed Oliver?" she finally parroted.
"Aww gods," Alicia groaned.
Angelina swatted Alicia on the arm. "Don't listen to her – she bet that Wood would kiss you first."
"Did anyone bet that we wouldn't kiss?"
Angelina's eyebrows slid together in concentration. "Well, I guess maybe you did unknowingly?You certainly tried your hardest to fight your attraction to Wood, so if you didn't kiss, I guess you could say you won the bet, but lost the experience to kiss Wood." Angelina brightened. "Luckily, that didn't happen." She dumped a heap of Galleons in front of me.
"What's that for?" I looked up from the shining discs. "Is this a reward for being romantic and girly?"
"Your winnings. No-one had any money on you getting involved with Oliver during his last year. We thought he'd be too committed on the Quidditch Cup. So you default the winnings. Maybe you should share it with Oliver, seeing as he helped."
She settled in for the romantic play-by-play. "So you kissed him. Where? How did it start?"
"Or a better question," Alicia interrupted, "is what did you do after the kiss finished. We all know how you freak out when things get emotional."
"I scored a goal in Quidditch."
"You kissed at the Quidditch Pitch?" Alicia gave her eyes the full tour around the circumference of their sockets. "Figures."
"And Wood started it. He asked for it." In a round-about way.
Angelina narrowed her eyes. "Did you turn kissing him into some sort of Quidditch-related competitive thing like you always do?"
"How do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"Did you kiss him before or after you scored the goal?"
"Um..."
"You kissed him to score the goal, didn't you?"
I shifted. "Maybe I did at first, as a diversion."
"Katie, honey, don't Pinocchio us. It wasn't a temporary insanity spur-of-the-moment excuse. You wanted to kiss that boy before you needed a logical reason."
Both girls looked at me disapprovingly. "Fine. The goal-scoring was sort of a secondary reaction, I swear." I defended. "The Quaffle was just there, tantalising me! It was instinctive. Really, Wood should be happy as his training and drilling paid off."
Alicia barely suppressed a smirk. "I'll bet Oliver wanted you to do some more drilling. Katie Bell, the only girl who just scored in more ways than one."
"Neutered newts, Alicia, will I ever again be able to have a normal conversation with you without you emphasising double entendres?"
Angelina interjected with calm logic, as always. "Does Wood know you kissed him on purposed, for the normal reasons a normal girl kisses a boy? Or does he think you just kissed him competitively to win some stupid Quidditch dare?"
"Um...?" I said again and shrugged.
Alicia gave me not-so-gentle tap upside my head. "Fix it."
I frowned, not knowing what Angelina wanted me to do in this situation. "You want me to snog him again so he knows I meant it?"
"Or how 'bout you find him, then you could – I don't know – use your words and explain yourself. Before the poor boy gets even more confused about your motivations."
"I like Katie's way better." Alicia noted as I slid away from the table sighing.