Katie's choiche, by The Halfbloofprincess, is amusingly worded rather than offensively bad; yes, it's by a second-language speaker who's also thirteen, and as such I feel mildly bad about Sporfling about it, but it's just got such funny bits that I couldn't pass it up. (Kudos to the author for making it as legible as it is - I came across an incident of trolling today which was perpetrated by a girl I know to be 21 and a native English speaker, and this is a damn sight better.) Also, the author's name is spectacular.
She walked over to him and wrapped an arm around his neck.
Oliver smiled and let himself easily been taken away by Katie and soon enough they were the shining centre of the dance floor.
‘Yes, but Oliver isn’t exactly a girl type, is he? Said Angelina.’ Yes, you’ve reached the impossible.’
At the and of the day the rain began to fall.
‘What the hell were you doing yesterday?’ Katie asked madly
Katie hold her wand so tight that it hurt.
‘Homework?’ laughed George. ‘This isn’t about homework! That you don’t have a live besides Quidditch, doesn’t mean we don’t have one too!’ ‘For the record, I do have a live.’ Said Oliver.
‘It’s bad enough that we even have to come her!’
It was like an unwritten rule: A player of a Quidditch team never dated anybody of another team. (A/N I know: Cho/Harry, Cedric/Cho etc. but get over it.)
To her dislike the door opened. Of course she had expected that, but still.
Katie didn’t know why she didn’t tell Oliver what Roger had done. Maybe she was afraid he would beat him up. No, she wasn’t afraid of that. That would actually be pretty cool.
In this condition Ravenclaw wouldn’t stand a change.