2Okay, Chapter 3...
copyright: i don't own harry potter or any of the characters, j.k. rowling does
I danced around my flat, the Oliver incident basically (not at all) forgotten, it was Sunday morning and I had spent most of Friday night drinking, Saturday sleeping and I was totally over it, moving on. I grabbed the Witch Weekly that had been delivered that morning. Drinking some milk I glance at the tabloid. My happy mood was instantly shattered, as milk spewed from my mouth and onto the floor in one of those awesome spit take moments. The headline taunting me with its mean words:
Oliver Wood and Kendra Kimsworth Announce Engagement
It went on to talk all about how he proposed and pictures of them smiling, kissing, and stupid, big expensive ring. Cursing, I wipe away a tear that had escaped my eye. Squaring my shoulders I slap myself upside the head for crying over a silly boy, that I had kissed once and it didn't even mean anything… to him. I had kissed a lot of boys it did not matter. Or at least thta's what I kept telling myself.
On Monday morning I managed to get to practice, and do well. After practice I surveyed everyone in the locker room (not like that, minds out of the gutter). Our seeker was Cole Rangers the cocky man who was one of the older quidditch players at 34, he seemed like a jerk, but was a really good friend and listener (when he wasn't acting like a S.O.B.). Bea Davies was a No-Nonsense Tough girl, she had a cynical personality like me, but I have a bit more heart, she is one of our ferocious beaters, she is very punk. The other beater Adam McCoy is quiet and a bit snarky at times and doesn't understand why some people don't just kill others. Joey is probably my best friend, he is a chaser too, and loves to play pranks on us all. Kendra is just constantly bubbly and it was a bit overbearing. Oliver was completely dedicated to quidditch, it was his life.
Bea walked up to me, her usual scowl in place, fiddling with her bag.
"You coming tonight?" she says sounding bored, looking tired. She and I were pretty good friends.
"To…what?" I ask having no clue what was going on.
"We're all gonna go get piss drunk to celebrate Barbie and Ken's engagement, alcohol is on them" She said snorting at the thought.
"Free Beer? I'm game." I joke waving goodbye to her with promises to see her there.
'This is gonna be awesome' I thought sarcastically. 'At least there's gonna be drinking involved' I thought wryly.
Uh, okay dokay...
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