(Next Tuesday Quidditch Practice)
I woke up really early even though Quidditch practice isn't till tonight. I took a quick shower, put a dress on, and did slight makeup. You probably would never know who I was.

I can be a girly girl, hipster, geek because I like Doctor Who and Star Wars, Percy Jackson (only the books though). Not the movies those are a disgrace to fangirls. I can be punk as you guys know. I just have many different personalities.
I ran downstairs and started waiting for Harry. I know he's about to come because I timed he comes downstairs every morning at 7:45.
"Hello, Love." Harry said. Avalon, now is not the time to act like a weirdo and Fangirl over him.
"H-h-hi, Harry." And you did it anyways. Stop talking like this is being narrated by a random person.
"You okay? You seem flushed."
"I have Quidditch practice tonight. I'm just nervous."
"Don't be. You are amazing just by being you."
"Let's go." Yeah, before you explode your feelings to him. I can't date him till next year even if he asked me. Or I asked him.
We walked to the Great Hall, where Hermione and Ron were, oh what a surprise, bickering. This topic weird though. It's about food. Well actually, Mione is explaining there's more than green and red apples.
"Hey, Hermione. How's your day? And Ronald McDonald, there are more than green and red apples." He gave me a glare.
"So when are you guys getting together? I see how you look at each other." Fred said scaring the bejeebers out of me.
"You know I promised Ginny I won't go out with anyone. Anyways, it's not like I fancy him."
"Already sent her an OWL. She said if it's Harry, you can date."
"Oh Shut up!"
"You love him and you need him."
"Don't listen to him." I said to Harry.
"Why can't I?" Harry said. UGH don't make my heart melt. I am going to pretend I didn't hear that.
"So... I am really nervous about Quidditch practice today."
"Avalon, stop worrying. I love you sis, but you made the team! There's a reason you did." Ron said.
"Worrying is one of my #1 emotions."
"Forget it. Let's just eat and get to class."
After we went to all of our classes, I quickly went up to my dorm to change into simple clothes and take off my makeup.

My hair was back to it's original state no different colors. I wonder why no one has asked why my hair changes color like everyday. I haven't even told Harry. He probably guessed. One time when my drunken"dad" came home, it turned the same color as my bruise, so blackish-violet. At least it covered the bruise on my face very well.
I went to the Quidditch Pitch. Oliver wasn't there for another 10 minutes. And I thought I was late.
"Sorry I'm late. Professor McGonagall talked me through about how if you get hurt in anyway it's my fault."
"Okay..."
"We can use an actual quaffle. Harry will have to use golf ball, but oh well." I feel like flirting. I'll just start twisting my hair.
"Okay. At least I am comfortable with a quaffle."
"O-o-okay. Let's start. You just have to get passed me." He smirked.
I got passed him every time.
"Damn, your good."
"Well, thank you." I said going for a hug, but instead... He smashed his lips against mine. I'm only 11 I didn't want to do it. At least, not with him.
"Harry is waiting for me. I have to go." I ran almost crying. The problem is I kinda liked it. I have to much drama for a week.
"How was it?" Harry asked.
"I know you saw. He forced it." I quickly said. I feel like if I said that like Harry would ask me out.
"Did you like it?"
"Wow! A question asker. Not really though."
"I would sock him, but then I wouldn't be on the team."
"It wouldn't be worth it. Anyway I'm tired. Goodnight Harbear."
"Good night Avieboo."
I got in my pajamas and stayed up awhile thinking about when we ever had nicknames for each other.

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I am finally updating more often now that my school year is over next week. There will be a lot more over the Summer.
Bye!!
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