The first thing I'm going to ask you to do is not to judge me. Why do I ask you of this? Well, to put this blatantly, my life is far from normal. I took this test once. It was in Witch Weekly so the source is some what unreliable, but anyhow, it asked me a series of like a hundred questions to estimate whether or not I had an average, less than average and more than average life. My love life wasn't even ranked as it was nonexistent and I failed to answer any of the questions with a yes – it is both sad and true that I have only ever kissed two guys in my lifetime. One was when I was eight, with an old family friend, and the other was when I was dared to hook up with him behind the Herbology Greenhouses in my third year. Supposedly I have above average intelligence too, which I was quite proud of but my social life was severely lacking. Well, thank you Witch Weekly, for pointing out that I am, in fact, a Ravenclaw. Though this test said that I was 'stranger than most' I couldn't help but slightly agree – my name is Annabelle Marie Pelletier, I'm seventeen years old and a Ravenclaw student. What the hell is Ravenclaw, you ask? Well, to put this simply. I'm a witch. Like I can cast magic. Like real live magic where I can burn a wardrobe with a stick, and fly on a broom. Though I choose not to the latter… flying isn't my forte.

'For Merlin's last hope, are you writing in that diary again, Anna?' Lydia laughed slightly, as she walked into the dormitory, her hair slightly ruffled and her lip stick somewhat lacking. Somehow I knew it was on her boyfriend's face, who would probably be sauntering back to the Gryffindor tower at this precise moment after a 'fun' evening with his girlfriend.

'No,' I giggled, trying to hide the diary underneath my pillow.

'Nice try – what are you trying to do? Write your whole life story?' she laughed, as she plopped herself on the bottom of my four poster bed, leaning on the baseboard.

'No, I can't figure out a good way to start the stupid thing with out making myself out to sound like a weirdo.'

'Not to point out the obvious or anything, but you are a weirdo,' she laughed at me. I just stuck out my tongue at her, and she laughed her melodic laugh.

'Where is dear Delilah?' she asked, abruptly, as she walked over to her trunk.

'In the library, I suppose,' I replied, watching her rifle through her trunk to extract a bright red bottle full of nail polish. Lydia bounced back happily, placing herself back on my bed. 'Don't spill that, please,' I warned her.

'And waste it? Merlin this stuff is like liquid gold – it could get any guy in this school to stare at you. Of course Delli is in the library, when is she not?'

'Well it is NEWT year. We should probably be there too but we're not. You're about to paint my nails, I reckon,' I smiled, gently.

'Am I? Okay.'

Painting my fingers delicately, I watched Lydia's movements. The thing about my best friend is that she is a walking contradiction. She looks like the most innocent girl in the world, her sweet button nose and her soft lips in themselves contradict her harsh burning eyes – ones that could send shivers up your spine if you were unfortunate enough to get glared at. Her body was petite, but her voice was rather the opposite – you could hear Lydia Trengrove's voice from Timbuktu if the wind was carrying right. Not only that but Lydia was one of the smartest women I had ever had the fortune to meet – she was also Ravenclaw's resident party girl. A party was not a party until Lydia had made her appearance. Did I not say she was a walking contradiction? It's not everyday you hear 'party girl' and 'Ravenclaw' in the same sentence without the usage of a negative word following or surrounding it. Another thing about her was that she was easily one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen.

The third and final member of our trio was Delilah Alice Longbottom – one of the two Longbottom twins.. I'd known Alice since the day I was born. She was born three days before I was, and three minutes after her twin brother, Joseph. I'd grown up with them practically as my siblings, the closest things that I had to a real family bar my Mother. Delilah was a stereotype. Whenever anyone said the name Delilah they all thought of Delilah Longbottom. She was classic. Delicate, kind and sweet, the girl screamed innocence. The stereotype of the delicate innocent girl was that she was, underneath it all, not so innocent – this rule did not apply to Delilah as there was no 'underneath it all.' She was honestly innocent, giggly and flirtatious. On top of all that she was cute and smart. Though if you did get that girl mad enough she could tear down the school with her voice, but I'd only ever seen her do it once, with Joseph, at home when Joseph ripped her new dress.

There are a lot of important people in my life but no one, except maybe my mother, comes close to Lydia and Delilah.

As if she knew I was thinking of her, in bounced Delilah Longbottom. Her face was red, her hair ruffled and her skirt was hiked a little bit higher than usual. Had I not known better, I would've thought she'd just gotten some action. Delilah, however, had a devoted crush on one of her brother's best friend, a family friend – Parker Wood.

'What's up, Delli?' I smiled at her, calm for once.

'Oh god, it's dreadful!' she panted as she flopped on her bed, directly next to mine. 'It'll be all over school by tomorrow!'

'What? What's going on?'

'Parker just told James, Jack and Joseph that he slept with Oliver's girlfriend last month when they had that party for his birthday.'

'Oh my god.' Lydia stopped painting her toe nails, she had finished mine by now.

'Holy shit, that's amazing!' I breathed.

'What?' Lydia and Delilah turned to me, quickly.

'Joseph James and Jack. All their names start with J,' I responded, heavily amused.

'You have just realized that? You've known them all since at least first year and you just realized?' Lydia started to laugh at me, and I couldn't help but blush gingerly. So, yeah, I was a Ravenclaw but when it came to the obvious common sense stuff… well I wasn't all there.

'Girls, really!'

'Oh, right! Wait – how do you know?' Lydia asked, flicking her wand to dry her nails, quickly, before tucking them under her, neatly.

'Joseph just told me,' she breathed, 'and I ran back her as quickly as I could. Supposedly James accidentally told Albus too, and what's he going to do? Of course he's got to tell Oliver! It's his best friend!'

'Well, Parker deserves it doesn't he? He slept with Adelaide! Holy shit, how the hell is Jack taking it?'

I'm sure that you are more than confused. I shall take this time to explain. James Potter, Joseph Longbottom, Jack Avery [I still can't believe they all have the same first letter of their first names!] and Parker Wood have been best friends for ever. James, Joseph and Parker were best friends before Hogwarts and Jack just clicked with them straight from the get-go of Hogwarts. James Potter, yes the son of the infamous Harry Potter, has a kid brother, one year our junior. His name is Albus Potter. Simple enough, isn't it? James' brother is Albus. Joseph's sister is Alice. Parker's brother is Albus' best friend – Oliver Wood. Oliver wood is dating Adelaide Avery – Jack's little sister.

So, to put this simply. Parker slept with his little brother's girlfriend at a party his best friends, including Jack Avery, had thrown for him. Parker's little brother's girlfriend is also Jack Avery's little sister.

It's not that simple now I think about it.

'Parker is currently sporting a black eye and a broken nose. He's in the hospital wing,' Delilah bit out. He's getting it fixed up.

'Jack did that to him?' I asked. Parker Wood was the most insanely built bloke I knew. There was no way in the world that Jack could've done that if Parker wasn't fighting back. Don't get me wrong, Jack was by no way of saying lanky, but he wasn't built up to Parker's standards.

'Parker let him. He knew he deserved it. Didn't even blame the alcohol he had consumed that night,' Delilah sighed.

'And Oliver?'

'He doesn't know yet.'

'Oh god, this is going to be good,' Lydia finished.

'Delilah,' I piped in, 'How are you feeling about this?'

'I'm fine. He was drunk.'

Delilah and Parker weren't dating, that was for sure, but if Delilah had her wish they would be. Then again, if half the schools population had their wish they'd be dating Parker Wood. He was the Quidditch star of the school, son of Puddlemere's coach, best friend to Joseph Longbottom and James Potter – both of which who have incredibly famous fathers. Well famous around here. Harry Potter's known everywhere, of course, but Neville Longbottom is our Herbology teacher. Parker Wood was idolized by the whole freaking school. That whole crowd was for some strange reason.

Our only real connection to it was Delilah being the twin of one of them, me being close with Joseph because we grew up with each other and the fact that Lydia was dating Jack. So, in all sincerity, we were not connected to Parker Wood or James Potter in the slightest. Except for the mad crush that Delli had on Parker.

With the stale word of 'drunk' ringing through the air, Lydia got up from my bed, the bed grunting in response to the movement. She shuffled through her trunk again before she found her comfiest pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

When the door was closed, Delilah hopped over onto my bed quietly. 'Are you sure you're okay, Delilah?' I asked softly.

Meekly, she nodded, her dark hair catching the lights of the room. 'Sometimes I just get fed up, you know.'

'Yeah,' I whispered, as the room sounded very quiet.

'I just wish that sometimes it was me that he came to.'

'It will be eventually,' I smiled, patting her hand softly.

Delilah, in one of her rare moments of pessimism, snorted. 'Oh, no, he won't. Thank you for lying, but he'll always prefer girls like Adelaide Avery and Lydia.'

'That's not true. A playboy always has to be tamed.'

Once again, my bed groaned as the door opened to the bathroom. Scooping her pajamas up off the bed, Delilah walked into the bathroom. On the way, she briefly hugged Lydia and shut the door with a soft thud.

'She's still mad that I hooked up with him, isn't she?' Lydia asked, as she lay down on the bed beside me. Our room was oval but all of our beds were against one side of the room. My bed was in the middle, Lydia's to the right and Delilah's to the left. Across from my bed stood the door to the bathroom and on either side were pieces of large oak furniture – one a wardrobe, so large it could fit all three of the dormitories' inhabitants. On the other side stood a large writing desk that had phrases, words and names etched into it. Former students' names stood out in a hot blue, whilst the words they wrote to the next generation were a dim gray. Ravenclaw's colors.

'No – she's just slightly discontented that she hasn't had her chance to become something more than a hookup.'

'That's the thing. Some guys aren't looking for more than a hookup. Parker's one of them. But Delli thinks she can change him.'

'She can change him,' I smiled, as I flicked the hangings shut with my wand and yelled a simple good night. It was going to be a long day tomorrow. I could feel it in my bones.

I was right.

Of course I was.

It was turbulent to say the least.

Apart from the obviousness that Oliver Wood was going to freak on his brother and probably dump his girlfriend... well that would be the turbulent part. Dealing with Delilah's moodiness in the morning when she was normally the chipper one… well that made life in the dormitory quite hard. Delilah didn't care that Parker had slept with his brother's girlfriend – it was who the girl was that annoyed her. Adelaide Avery was Delilah's biggest rival. Delilah never hated anyone. Ever. Except for when she got onto the Quidditch Pitch. Then she'd tear you apart just because you were standing in the way of her winning. Sad thing was that Adelaide was on her own team but it was quite obvious that Avery wanted her captainship and there was no way in hell that Delilah would let her have it – nor would Delli let her have the head chaser role that she wanted oh so badly.

And it sucks for Adelaide because she just fucked up in the biggest way possible. Way to go Avery!

We just hadn't expected it to be so public. The whole fight thing. After breakfast, we'd gone up to charms. James and Parker were behind us, with Jack and Joseph behind them. From what I'd heard, it had been turbulent in their dorm last night as Jack wouldn't talk to Parker… and rightly so in my opinion!

All of a sudden Oliver stomped in between Delli and Lydia, Delli falling into my arms whilst Lydia caught herself on the wall.

'YOU SLEPT WITH MY GIRLFRIEND! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM, ARSEHOLE!'

'Shit, Oliver, I'm sorry,' Parker spluttered, backing away slightly. Olivers fingers snapped for his wand, but Parker didn't bother to reach for his. Potter, however, pulled for his. I couldn't help but shoot him a glare. This wasn't his battle to fight. I might've been mistaken but I thought I saw a look of apology flash over Potter's face, and a slight lowering of his wand.

'YOU'RE SORRY?! YOU'RE SORRY?! I'VE BEEN GOING OUT WITH HER FOR NINE MONTHS AND YOU'RE SORRY?!'

'I was drunk, Oliver.'

'AND THAT MAKES IT OKAY?!' With a flick of his wand, he cast a bat bogey hex but Potter cast a shield charm. I didn't glare this time – as long as it was for protection I wasn't going to complain. Oliver sent Potter a look that would've put him six feet under if looks could've killed. James lowered his wand again. I expected another attack but Oliver simply pocketed his wand. I thought it was over as Oliver turned to leave but a dull crunch could've been heard down the hall.

Two broken noses in the past twelve hours?

Wow, new record, Parker!

Oliver stomped off, in a hurry, the footsteps of teachers were obvious to all.

'Ms. Pelletier!' a Professor snapped, bringing me out of my shock.

'Yes, Professor?'

'Could you kindly explain what happened here?'

'I-I don't know.'

The Professor shook her head, rounding on the hallway. 'So, there are six of you standing here and none of you know how Wood got a bloody nose?!'

I shook my head dutifully.

Of course Delilah wouldn't tell – she would never tell. Lydia was too busy trying to muffle giggles. James trying hard to keep a straight face and fulfill the dutiful best friend role, whilst Joseph just stood there, straight faced. The person who intrigued me the most was Jack Avery – why hadn't he told? Lounging against the wall, comfortably with his legs crossed at the ankles, with a slight smirk on his lips, he was certainly a picture.

'Wood – get to the infirmary. The rest of you, get to class.' Jack and Lydia fell in step, their hands entwined with each other's. They walked a couple steps in front, whispering to each other softly, laughing every once in a while.

'That was… intense,' I blew out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Delilah nodded solemnly.

'Actually, I think last night in the dorm was funnier.' Joseph supplied forcing James to crack a smile. 'Jack just stood there, dumbstruck, before punching him the face. It was priceless.'

I giggled, softly, but Delilah looked horrified.

'Don't worry Delilah, he was fine,' Joseph smiled, wrapping his arm around his sister, gently squeezing her shoulder. Joseph fully knew about his sister's crush on Parker Wood and really couldn't care less – it helped that he was so laid back, he could pass as horizontal.

James looked slightly bemused, but laughed anyway. To be brutally honest, James Potter was not the fastest broom in the broom shed though he was the funny.

Delilah brought something up about family, and Joseph slinked away with his arm still over his shoulder.

'Oh god, do we still have class?' James asked, groaning.

'Yep!' I smiled, chipper as can be.

'You're happy about that because…'

'Oh, because Professor Lawrence is like the easiest teacher in the school.'

'How do you figure?' James asked, dumbfounded.

'Maybe if you stayed awake more than ten minutes into the class, you'd find he gives you all the homework essay answers.'

'Since when?' Shock clearly crossed

'Since second year when everyone started following your example and nodding off to sleep straight after the period started.'

I laughed as he stood there, aghast, and walked away from him. Had I turned around at that moment, I would've seen smile a lop-sided grin that made half the school melt and would've seen him watch my hips sway from side to side.

It was in this moment that James Potter II realized that he had a crush on little old me.

Yes.

The. James. Potter. II.

As in the one with floppy brown hair that had slight tints of red in the strands, dark brown eyes that always sparkled with an amused glint and the lop-sided grin he was following me with.

Yes. The James Potter II had a crush on me.

And, also, yes I will shut up.