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Breakfast at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry can definitely be an eventful time. And for me, it was. I was still trying to concentrate on getting in just a hint more of study time before I go and bomb my latest Potions exam, but there was just too much gossip being spread around from table to table. Most of the talk was the up-coming Quidditch match this weekend with Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. But other things are just not necessary to mention. I was mostly taken by surprise when Oliver came into the Great Hall.

He sat next to us as usual. But something was different…

“Hello,” I heard a sweet voice coming from my right. I turned my head to see someone new sitting beside me. She was gorgeous, with straight, blonde hair reaching the middle of her back, green eyes that just seemed to pierce right through you, and a bright smile that showed off her charming personality. I already hated her.

I looked back and forward between Angelina and Katie, who both were giving me stares of utter confusion.

“Hi,” I said back, as nicely as possible. She stuck out her hand to shake mine.

“I’m Elizabeth Clearwater, but you can call Lizzie. I prefer it, actually,” she was still smiling as bright as she possibly could.

“Oh, I’m Holly,” I said.

She smiled once more, “Trust me, I know who you are.” I couldn’t really tell if she meant that last statement as a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, I was just going to play along.

“Really?” I asked.

“Oh yes, Oliver mentions you all the time. Mostly about Quidditch stuff though…” She stated it so simply. I turned to Oliver, who immediately blushed when I did. I turned back to Elizabeth.

“Do you play Quidditch?” I asked her.

She laughed, “In my wildest dreams. I’m not talented enough to pull something like that off. I give you girls some serious props!” She looks between Angie, Katie, and I.

“Thanks,” they said in unison.

“Oh no problem,” she said while still smiling. That’s definitely a talent she has mastered quite well, if you ask me. “Well, I see you’re studying there, so I don’t want to intrude any longer. I just wanted to meet Oliver’s best mates.” She was cute, and wanted to personally know us? I was beginning to like this girl, but the thought of that scared me, considering the circumstances.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m going to fail anyways,” I told her while pushing my notes aside.

“Potions with Snape?” she questioned me.

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Oh, I’m horrible at creating potions and all those combinations you have to memorize. It’s so complicated,” she told me.

“I know. I feel like I’m never going to use this in real life anyways…” I said. “It’s not what I want to presume.”

“What are you hoping to do?” She seemed really in to our conversation.

“I’m hoping to join some Quidditch team after this year. I’m really excited for it, to be perfectly honest,” I said, starting to daydream about everything that life would be after Hogwarts. I suddenly remember Elizabeth was there. “What are you going to do?”

“Well, I’m only in sixth year, so I haven’t exactly thought about it as much as you or Oliver,” she said to me. I didn’t know she was only a sixth year. That’s something Oliver didn’t mention to me. I guess age doesn’t necessarily matter when you look as gorgeous as her.

“You still have time though,” I said. She just nodded her head. Was it actually possible to be friends with the soon-to-be girlfriend of Oliver Wood? “Well, I really should start heading towards the dungeons. I don’t want to be late again.”

“That’s the worse, especially when it comes to Snape,” Lizzie said, agreeing with me. We both stood up, and started walking towards the double doors. I had to admit that she was pretty nice, and she seemed as sweet as can be.

No wonder Oliver was falling for her…

Well this just sucks, I kept thinking. I knew one day I was probably going to meet this famous Elizabeth. But, I had a totally different image of her. I imagined her being this ugly, toad-face girl who I could just laugh at. I know that sounds kind of evil, but I’m not going to lie, that’s what I was hoping for. I was also hoping that she would be the biggest bitch to ever enter Hogwarts, but it was the complete opposite. This girl was nothing I saw in my head. I wanted to be able to have the bragging rights when she turned out to be an ugly troll. I wanted to be able to go up to Angie and Katie and talk to them about not knowing what he’s missing, but I can’t do that. Not at all.

She’s just everything I’m not…

We continued walking together out of the Great Hall, and then she turned to me, “Well… it was nice meeting you.” She said it so sweetly that I could help thinking she was even more perfect. I just smiled and nodded my head.

I saw Oliver walking towards us, and she waved to him as he left down the other direction in the hallways. I saw her eyes sparkling as she watched him pass. She was definitely in to him, I could just tell… I’ve personally experienced those kinds of moments with him before, but my so-called “moments” were different from her’s. At least her’s meant something, mine didn’t.

She turned her attention to me once more, “I’ll be seeing you around hopefully.” She smiled and walked away.

I made it to the dungeons with seconds to spare, and saw my usual spot open next to Oliver. I dropped my books down, and took a sit. He looked up when he noticed I was there.

“So, what do you think of Elizabeth? She’s great, isn’t she?” He was beaming with happiness.

“Yeah, she’s nice. And pretty.” I hated saying that last part…

“Yeah…” he said softly to himself, while nodding his head. I couldn’t help but just stare at him. He and Lizzie would make a cute couple together. He being that tall, strong, and athletic-type and her being the cute, petite blonde girl that everyone could fall in love with, it’d be like a match made in heaven.

Potions class went by slowly, with the exam pretty much taking up the entire period. Oliver and I left the dungeons together, once we were both done, and headed to the Common Rooms, considering it was both of our free periods. We didn’t do much though. Usually we have random conversations that just seem to appear out of nowhere sometimes, but today, it was rather quiet. There was this awkward feeling brewing between the two of us, like somehow, things were different.

But why? I didn’t know.

I didn’t see Oliver the rest of the day though, and we had a night off from practice because Oliver wanted us rested for our first match this weekend. But this was not like him, calling off a practice. My guess was that Oliver spent the evening getting some snogging action from Miss Elizabeth Clearwater. It was better than what I was doing though. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Angie and Katie were hanging out with Fred and George, apparently they all have some double-dating thing going on, and I’m left here, all by myself because I’m crushing on a guy that’s already pretty occupied by someone else at the current moment. I was sitting all alone in the girls’ dormitory, just writing on some parchment. I don’t usually write in ‘diaries’ or ‘journals’, but I had nothing else better to do with my time. Surprisingly I had no homework or essays tonight, so this was the only thing I could think of to do…

Dear… whatever you consider this, I started to write.

Is it wrong that I’m missing a boy that isn’t even mine to start with?

I know I’m always over-dramatic about everything, but this is worth it.

Elizabeth is gorgeous, I’m nothing compared to her.

And Mr. Oliver Wood is absolutely ‘smitten’.

Life’s unfair sometimes, wouldn’t you say?

I now also feel like I’m completely out of my circle of friends, and it’s not a great feeling.

I want things to be like they were…

BEFORE Elizabeth Clearwater ever came into the life of Oliver.

I want those random moments of kindness him and I sometimes share.

I want my friends to all be back together.

I want Oliver…

I’m completely jealous.

Okay, now I sound pathetic.

That’s it.

Bye.

 

As I re-read what I had just written, I felt like a jealous idiot. It didn’t make me feel any better getting my feelings out. I needed more than that, I needed closure. But how would I get such a thing if Oliver was never mine in the first place? I kept thinking about what would happen if Elizabeth and Oliver actually became a couple, I would probably die. Because even if they broke up, I am nothing compare to Lizzie, so I would automatically not have a chance to ever be with him.

 

I needed a new guy, someone to distract me from Oliver and get my mind off of this stupid situation. But I couldn’t think of anyone. And I wasn’t desperate enough to go after some fourth year, or lower. I have standards, not to be mean to anyone. That’s just not the way I roll. With the match coming up in a few days, I needed to stop thinking about my personal life, and start concentrating on my future. I needed to focus on Quidditch more than Oliver Wood, but that would be difficult because Oliver and Quidditch just seem to go together, like two plus two.

 

Maybe I should try talking to Angie and Katie about this again… but I already knew how the conversation would start and end. I would start off by saying how I felt about Oliver, and I would poor my heart and soul out to them. Katie would give me some question or remark about how I should just tell him how I feel, or something along those lines. I would than retaliate by saying I can’t do that because of Elizabeth, and then Angie would randomly come up and say some comment about how he and I are meant to be together, and how no matter what happens, we’ll be together someday in the future…

Yeah, right.  

 

This is all just a bunch of crap. It would be just another one of our conversations. I don’t understand how any of us ever became such close friends.

I started getting tired around midnight. Katie and Angie still weren’t back in the dormitories yet, even though it was way past curfew, but that’s just us. If I had a date tonight, I wouldn’t be sitting up here either. I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself. There was nothing I could do, and I just needed to accept that. I turned to my side, and pulled the covers up to my shoulders. I didn’t change my clothes, brush my teeth, or anything else, I just wasn’t in the mood to get up and do anything.

Maybe that’s why guys didn’t like me… because I’m so damn lazy. Along with that, I’m not a gorgeous blonde with sparkling green eyes, and a million dollar smile. I’m just a boring brunette who plays Quidditch. I don’t have a charming personality, I can’t tell a joke to save my life, and I’m not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. I’m just not datable. And well… that sucks. Finally falling asleep was probably the greatest thing that happened to me that night, because it finally let me stop over-thinking about everything going on in my life right now. The peace and calming was interrupted by another dream featuring someone in particular…

 I opened my eyes bright and early to see Angelina and Katie both still sound asleep. I was wondering what time they had finally came back up to the dormitories, because by the way they were out cold, silently sleeping, it seemed like they had a pretty late night. I didn’t bother waking them up, as I walked down the stairs, dressed and ready for classes already. I saw Oliver sitting on the couch…

“Hey,” I said walking over to him.

He looked up at me, “What’s going on?”

“Just heading downstairs, you want to come?”

“I’m okay. I’ll see you later though,” he said, promising. I smiled and began to walk away. “Williams?” I heard him calling after me. I turned around to face him. “Do you really like Elizabeth? Be honest.”

I smiled, “Yes, I like her. “ I told him. “Why are you so concerned?”

“Just because…” I looked at him, questioningly.

“Alright.” I said, and walked away.

I really do like Lizzie; I don’t have a problem with her, except one thing. She currently has the guy that I want. But, I’m won’t tell a soul that. Nope, not even my best mates.

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Author's Note: Okay, here's chapter seven. Well, I decided to add in Lizzie, I just felt it was necessary. Well, do you like here? Is she too sweet, or do you think she's playing games because of Holly and Oliver's relationship? haaaa! This chapter is way shorter than what I usually publish, but I wanted to start a new chapter, so I just needed to get this one out of the way! Sorry, if it's crappy! Well, any ideas you wanna see in future chapters?! TELL ME PLEASE (: and also, review as always. Thanks readers. Oh and this story is up to about 1500+ reads. Thats amazing. Thank you everyong who is constantly looking for updates and stay a true reader to this story! Love ya guyssss!

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