Random fit that keeps coming to head.

Today is my birthday. Possibly the four worst words in the English language. Not that I have anything against them separately, when they're alone or in with a different crowd of words, they are just fine, but when they hang out together, it is hell.

I was thrown one of those surprise parties, yes, one of those annoying things where you are either blind folded or lead into a dark room. During this time you aren't expected to suspect anything of course and then people pop out at you and yell surprise and you have to act as if it wasn't extremely obvious what they were doing. Remind me to kill Alicia and Angelina for doing this.

As you can deduce from the fact that this is my first entry, I got this journal as a gift. Why is it that people you don't know so well can get you the perfect gift and your best friend can't? Alicia got me this journal and Harry, who couldn't come, sent me a broom repair kit. Nice kid Harry, knows I'm always complaining that if I could just fix the back of my broom I could fly straighter. Remind me to give him a hug later for remembering and remind me to flush this stupid thing down the toilet.

Alicia! You know I can't keep track of anything. You also know I have a million of these journal type things that I never use! Honestly! Sometimes I think she purposely does this. All I wanted for my birthday was a sleepover with her and Angelina so we could watch Monty Python and pretend to be Charlie's Angels but NOOOO! They went and threw me surprise party.

It was kind of cool that they got everyone from the Quidditch team (except Harry) to come. Do you know what the biggest surprise was? Oliver Wood came.

Yes, I'm very happy with him right now. Sarcasm really doesn't come out well on paper does it? Oh well. He hasn't even sent me a "Hi Katie, Hope you're well. Oliver." Type letter since he graduated when I was in fifth year. When I walked in the room, and everyone insisted I was surprised, I saw Oliver and do you know the strangest thing? I supposed you don't, you're a bunch of paper, but he kept staring at me. I wonder why, I haven't changed. I'm still Katie. He's changed slightly, he's more tan now and more buff, but other than that the same.

"Hi Katie," he says.

"Hi Oliver," I replied. "What you doing now that you're out of Hogwarts?" And do you know what he said?

"I'm playing for Puddlemere," he said like it was nothing. I screamed and went to hug him, he backed away. I still don't get it but anyway.

"When did you start?" I asked.

"About a year and a half ago," he told me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked but he just shrugged. You think you know a guy. He was always telling us about everything little thing going on with Quidditch when he was in school and now he makes a professional team and he doesn't even bother to write a quick note telling me?

"Katie, you…" he trails off. Fred has decided to 'drop in.'

"Oliver! I am hurt! You're playing for a professional team and you never bothered to tall any of us!" Fred scolded him.

"Yes old boy, while it is absolutely charming," George cut in.

"Smashing," Fred interrupted.

"Splendid."

"Marvelous."

"Absolutely spiffing."

"Really corking to see you," Fred said.

"It is horribly rude," George started.

"Dreadfully rude," Fred commented.

"To not tell us that you made a wicked."

"Bloody brilliant."

"Move into professional Quidditch," George told him.

"And it makes you say 'Blimey, and I thought I knew the guy,'" Fred finished. Oliver and I just stood there shocked. We were used to the Weasley twins doing the whole finish each other's sentences thing, but they interrupted each other at least eight times so by the end we were a bit confused as to who was who. They had summed up my thoughts exactly.

"I've been busy," Oliver said lamely.

"Really Oliver, are you ashamed of your humble beginnings?" Fred asked mock horrified.

"Are you ashamed of us?" George questioned. Oliver mumbled some excuse.

I guess I should tell you things about myself, I don't know why, I'm going to end up abandoning this journal anyway. So here is my wonderful bio.

Name: Katie Anne Bell

Nicknames: Kat, Kate, Kay, Tie

Who call me them? My family calls me Kat, Alicia and Angelina call me Kate, The Weasley twins call me Kay and occasionally Tie. They don't say it like Ti, they pronounce it how it's spelled, tie.

Friends: Alicia and Angelina and all my Quidditch buddies except Oliver cause I'm still mad at him for not telling me about Puddlemere and not keeping in touch.

Sport: Quidditch (duh)

Position: Chaser

Age: 18

Hogwarts year: I just graduated so yea, I'm not in a year.

Former house: GRIFFINDOR LIONS ALL THE WAY!

Likes: ice cream

Dislikes: Ham

Music: Tori Amos, Enya, the Weird Sisters and others

Family background: I don't know what I am. Both of my grandparents are muggleborns and my parents are a witch and a wizard

Family: Mum, Dad, Myself, older brother Jack and a whole herd of annoying younger cousins who randomly show up at our house

Future: It's as clear now as it was when I took Divination, it's going to be very foggy.

Plans: I'm going to try to get on a Quidditch team, maybe I can make it professionally but the teams hire few women, so I doubt I will be able to make it.

Often Says: "I'm going to kill you!" "Watch out for that bludger!" "Alicia/Angelina/Fred/George/Any family member of mine/ I guess used to be Oliver, you are such an idiot."

Often Seen: On the Quidditch pitch, yelling, being yelled at, hanging with mes Quidditch buddies.

What else do you want me to put? You try being a Griffindor with no life except Quidditch for seven years and let's see how interesting you are to non Quidditch obsessed people. Oh yea, I forgot, you're a DIARY! You can't try because you're just a bunch of paper. My life has hit a new low. I have a right to be annoyed at the world.

Where am I right now? I'm in my room. Said annoying party is over. Ok, I admit it, I had fun. I still would have preferred the movie night with mes amies, but this worked out too. We played Quidditch all afternoon. We even got Oliver to stay so we had a team. The game was kind of strange. My team was, myself, and Ginny for chasers, Fred for a beater and Oliver for keeper. The other side was Angelina and Alicia for chasers, George for beater and Ron for keeper. Poor other team, we beat them VERY badly.

In the middle of the game, two of my little cousins came and insisted on playing so we let hem play seeker and they flew around on their brooms looking for the snitch. We never released it by the way. So they spent the whole time looking for nothing and didn't even realize it. Note to self; never tell little cousins truth about game. Why? Sarah bites. She's seven and throws a temper tantrum at everything.

I'm going to go look after my broom. Nothing else to do and its handle needs sanding, I got a splinter today. I can handle being hit in the head with a bludger and I can take falling from high heights, but I cannot take splinters.

"Baby," Alicia told me as I screamed about the splinter in my hand. Oliver quickly got it out. My hand is still soar. He seemed a bit embarrassed about taking the splinter out. Guys say girls are hard to understand, but the truth is they are the ones who are hard to understand.