a/n: New story! I know I'm writing way to many random stories but I can't help it! I keep getting really cool ideas for stories and so I write them. I like this one a lot so read it and it's pretty short for a story written by me so there is now no excuse for you not to read the whole thing and then review!

"Kat," Dotty said to me from outside of my cubicle.

"Huh what?" I said picking my head up off of the paper I had been writing on before I fell asleep.

"The boss is coming around so you might want to look like you're doing something productive," she said once I made eye contact with her.

"Oh, thanks," I said and looked down at the piece of paper to attempt to remember what it was that I was writing. I saw "The pale blue robes will now have a…" written on the page.

"Crap I have no idea where I was going with this!" I thought to myself staring at the page in front of me. I had been more tired lately now, then I would have been back in the days of my early Hogwarts years where my day would go wake up at dawn for quidditch practice, breakfast, classes, lunch, classes, dinner, homework and studying, quidditch practice again until ten or eleven at night, then back to study until at least midnight, and then sleep and repeat. And now all I was doing was going all over the country to find out the latest quidditch gossip and get back to the Prophet so that I could get the story written and in the next day's paper. I haven't seen my apartment in like a week.

It's been three years since I've graduated from Hogwarts, two years since I started working at the Prophet, and four years since I've talked to any of my school friends other then Leanne. Which in all is ironic being that Angelina, Alicia, Fred, George, Oliver and I once all promised each other that we would be best friends until the end of time. Then they all graduated, and Fred and George spent all of their time working at their shop or saving the world, Angelina started a job at the ministry and never had time to write to anyone, Alicia works for Madam Malkin as she struggles to get a foot hold in the fashion design of robes. I talk to her every once in awhile when we pass each other in the streets, and every once in awhile we even meet for lunch, but our friendship isn't even half of what it used to be, and she's always complained about how the gang didn't stay together.

I never really cared about it that much when I first realized that our so called promise wasn't working, but more recently I've been really regretting that I didn't hold on too everyone hard enough.

I keep thinking about it and I can't concentrate on anything anymore. I get even less sleep then what I normally do these days because I keep thinking about it.

"How's the story on the new Appleby Arrows robes going?" Linda, my boss, asked me as she popped into my cubicle.

That's what I was writing about!

"Great! I should have it done and sent to you before I leave today." Lies…unless I stay until like eleven tonight…I guess I'm going to have to do that.

"Fantastic! I'm sure it's going to be a great story!" she said and just as fast as she had entered she left my cubicle and was out of site.

I always had thought that I would be working with quidditch when I was in Hogwarts. Partly because I was almost as obsessed with the sport as my legendary captain, but unlike him when I went out for a trial for Montrose Magpies I didn't make it. This is dreadfully pathetic these days because the Magpies are probably one of the worst teams in the league. I left Hogwarts with that "I'm-on-the-top-of-the-world/I-can-take-on-anything" ignorance that just came commonly to young adults straight out of school. Mine was even worse though because I really did think I could take on anything…including death, I almost died once and lived so that apparently meant that I was suddenly invincible. I got out into the real world and metaphorically fell flat on my face, and then after a few times of doing so for real while I stumbled through Diagon Alley I started to think about figuring out what I was going to do with my life. So I started to try to find a career in quidditch through doing other things. I worked at Quality Quidditch Supplies for about a month before I met up with my old roommate Leanne who told me the Prophet was looking for a new gossip columnist to write about the latest Quidditch gossip. This, of course, is the perfect job for me because I get into quidditch matches for free, get to go to huge parties, I get to do all sorts of other fancy things that I would get if I was a quidditch star, and then I get to gossip to the world about it!

I had now been working here for two years and I'm quite used to it. I have lots of friends around me like Dorothy, more commonly called Dotty, and Leanne. Leanne and I aren't as good of friends as we were in Hogwarts after the whole necklace incident but we still got along enough to share gossip over lunch in large crowds along with Dotty and our other co-worker Beth, who worked in the news department of the Prophet or what she called "the real Prophet" because to her what Dotty (who wrote celebrity gossip), Leanne (wrote fashion reviews), and I wrote was pointless nonsense that isn't really news. So then we would just mock her when the stats came out to show that we got more readers than her.

I got half of my story finished and then threw my quill down and stared at it. Lately I've been really reflecting on my life, and wondering if it's all worth it. Like do I really like this job, I mean I basically fell into getting it. I used to despise the idea of sitting in a cubicle all day and working for ten hours or more at a time while living off of coffee. It was too realistic, too ordinary, too responsible, too grown up.

Suddenly, I felt like a little kid pouting in my room about having to grow up. It sucks though it really does. I mean what is the point of going to school and making all of these amazing friends when in seven years you all go your own ways and never talk to each other.

I remember when I was younger my mother was going through some of her old school pictures and she was reflecting about how much fun she had with all of those friends and in my whole life I had never even known them. I was thinking the whole time that would never happen to me and my friends and that they would all get to know my kids. Angelina, Alicia, and I would even joke around about what all of our kids would be like after being raised by the six of us. Now here I am maybe four years later and I find myself reading through the news archives to figure out what's going on with everyone.

"I need dinner" I confessed out loud and groaned as I stood up.

I walked over to Dotty's cubicle to see if she wanted to come with me.

"Hey Dotty, are you busy?" I asked popping my head through the opening of her cubicle.

"Um, not really, why?" she said looking up from her paper

"Wanna go get something to eat?" I asked leaning against the wall of the cubicle.

"Oh, my god yes! I'm starving!" she said throwing her quill on the desk and jumping up to grab her jacket.

We walked out into the busy streets of Diagon Alley that always seemed to be like Time Square unless it was four in the morning or someone had sited a death eater near by. We struggled through the crowd on our way to The Rusty Newt, a pub on the other side of the alley as the Leaky Cauldron. We went here commonly for dinner because though we love Tom he isn't exactly the best cook and The Rusty Newt was new and fresh and had some amazing food.

We walked into the door and there were a few men at the bar yelling at a telly screen that was showing last night's game of Ballycastle Bats and the Chudley Cannons.

The men greeted me as they always did because they were aware that I was the quidditch writer. Mostly I just wrote the gossip but I wrote about important news like game scores, poor calls, transfers and stuff like that, too, so most of the older wizards who followed the sport knew me.

Dotty and I sat down at our normal table and she began to ramble on about something that she was writing about, but I didn't really listen to her. I was way too distracted.

Ralph, the owner of the pub, was placing some pies on the counter near the bar, and I just smiled at them because I've never really been able to look at pies with out laughing. Fred and George ruined them for me.

"I love pie," Fred sang while eating his enormous piece of pie.

"Not nearly as much as I do!" George protested

"Oh contraire, dearest brother, you are well aware that I love pie more then you" Fred said.

"Where's you're proof?" George said.

"Remember last year when mom sent me a pie for our birthday? Well, it was because she knew I loved it more then you," Fred stated proudly

"She sent it to both of us! You just ate it all before I even knew it came!" George complained.

"Which just proves that I love it more then you," Fred smiled

"How?!" George whined.

"Because if you loved it more then me you would have sensed that there was pie in the room and eaten it all like I did!" Fred smiled and we all laughed.

"I can't believe you two are actually arguing over who likes pie more!" I laughed.

"I've never seen you to so competitive as you have been lately" Alicia said.

"We're not being competitive…" Fred said.

"…Just simply proving that I'm better then him," George laughed.

"Fred, don't eat so much pie, it will way you down on your broom," Oliver said as he sat down. He had been really strict with us lately because it was his last year in Hogwarts and he was determined to win the Quidditch Cup. This of course meant manic practices twice a day for three or more hours each and him surveying our every move to make sure we weren't doing anything that could affect our game. He even made Alicia break up with her boyfriend because he claimed that he was a distraction. Honestly I think he was just jealous because he didn't have a girlfriend of his own. I never quite understood that, because he was a very good looking guy and any girl would be lucky to be going out with him…not that I would want to or anything… I just think that they would be lucky if they got to.

"Wood, nothing's going to keep me from my pie," Fred said grabbing another piece.

"You're going to get sick!" Alicia claimed.

"Nonsense! I could eat this whole pie and then some!" Fred boasted.

"I could probably eat more then you!" George challenged him.

"No way," Fred laughed mockingly.

"We should have a competition to see who could eat more," George proposed.

"Tonight, in the common room you're on!" Fred basically screamed.

"We have practice tonight!" Oliver said.

"Sorry, Woodsiekins, but we're going to have to miss out on tonight's boot camp-oh wait I mean practice." Fred smiled deviously and then got up to leave.

"Really, Oliver you could let us off for one night," Angelina said.

"Oh please, just one night! I can barely walk and quidditch doesn't even involve using my legs!" I said flopping onto the table in exhaustion.

"Fine…" Oliver grumbled then grabbed his notebook that contained all of the plays that he has ever written. He carries it around like a bible because he is afraid that someone would try to sabotage the team and steal all of our plays.

I walked up to the common room that night and Fred and George were taunting each other from either side of a table that held at least a dozen pies.

"I personally think that both of you are going to get through one pie and then give up," Angelina said.

"Oh, and you think you could do better?" Fred smiled.

"Of course I can," Angelina bragged

"Oh. Well then, feel free to join the competition!" Fred said waving his arm over the pies as if to welcome her.

She sat down at the table with a manic smile on her face and Fred and George sat down beside her. Lee stood up on a table next to them.

"Welcome one and all to the Weasley…and Johnson (Angelina smiled) pie eating contest! Who can eat the most pies? Who will toss their cookies…or in this case, pies?" Lee said as all of the people in the common room began to crowd around. Three first years where summoned to keep track of who ate how many pies and Lee charmed a rock that was on the windowsill into a stop watch. He put his arm up in the air and clicked the stop watch, and shouted go. Then the three little piggies began their race home.

Fred was eating them the fastest of the three but, like Angelina said he started to look really sick after he finished a whole pie. George was taking his time but by the time he finished one pie, he looked completely miserable. Angelina on the other hand was still going strong after she finished her second pie.

Fred started to get annoyed that he was losing to Angelina and suddenly he got a conniving smile on his face and winked at me. He picked up a big chuck of pie and chucked it as hard as he could towards Angelina. Of course, Angelina saw this so with her amazing chaser like reflexes she ducked and the pie slapped Oliver in the face. Oliver smiled and just laughed.

"Why did you duck?" Oliver laughed at Angelina.

"Sorry, Capt'n, just using those reflexes you throw quaffles at me for hours straight to get," Angelina laughed and Fred, George, Alicia, everyone else in the room, and I were all dying with laughter.

Oliver scraped the pie off of his face and robes and chucked it at Angelina. It missed, of course, and hit George. Who then as well got mad at Angelina so grabbed a bit of his pie and chucked it at Angelina who this time actually got hit. She got mad and threw some pie at Fred, who threw some at Oliver, missing him and hitting me. I threw what hit me at Oliver, and then hit Alicia and soon the six of us were in a full blown pie war. All of the other people in the common room left quickly, complaining about it though some laughed and looked like they wanted to join but eventually just left to do other things. Lee was hiding under a coffee table, yelling at the people just entering the room.

"We're at war in here! Take cover and run to you're rooms if you must pass!" he kept saying with this expression on his face that made him look like he feared for his life.

About half any hour later we were all on the floor cracking up and covered in every pie flavor imaginable.

"Mmm apple" Oliver said after poking the golden goo that was on my arm and then eating it.

"Okay, Eww!" Alicia laughed and we joined in.

"I don't care I'll do anything for apple pie" Oliver laughed and we all had realized that where there was apple pie on him he had eaten it off.

"Well we'll have to remember that," Fred and George laughed.

"So, what would you do?...Kat….KAT… KAT! Are you even listening to me?" Dotty was screaming at my causing me to leave my flash back.

"I miss them," I said, accidentally out loud with this goofy smile on my face.

"Who?" Dotty asked, clearly agitated that I hadn't heard anything that she had just told me.

"Oh sorry…just my old friends from school….something reminded me of them and so I started thinking about them…Sorry didn't mean to completely tune you out," I said with a sympathetic smile on my face.

"It's alright…goodness we should probably getting back to work we've been here for half an hour," she said looking at her watch.

"Alright, but if anyone asks, we just tell them we were only gone for twenty minutes," I laughed and she agreed and we left the pub to attempted to make it through the busy streets back to the Prophet.

Now, here I was back at where I started staring at my paper trying to figure out what more I could write about the pale blue colour of the Appleby's robes becoming a little deeper blue and now having a silver trim around the edges…maybe I should go ask Leanne about how to write this…she writes fashion.