A/N: Hey ya'll heres a story that I randomly wrote one night. Please let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Do I look like I'm JKR? I do not own Harry Potter! If I did James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, and Fred would have never died. Oh wait a minute...that wouldn't really work... see thats just another reason why I'm not JKR. I'm a bad planner and don't think things through all the way... he he he...sigh

Building Bridges

"Clara! Get off the counter you stupid cat!" I yelled as I shoved my annoying cat of the kitchen counter top. "Stupid cat" I mumbled

I Katherine Bell officially hate cats... well not all cats just my cat Clara at the moment who is being and absolute prat.

Yes my cat is being intolerably insufferable! "Go chase some mice or sleep or something! just stay away from my brownies!" I puffed angrily, as my cat hissed at me and stalked out of the room.

Normally I'm much more pleasant be around, but under the circumstances I have every right to be a cranky grouch.

It is 3 o-clock in the stupid morning and I am up yelling at my stupid cat and making brownies. Yes you heard me correctly I am making brownies at 3 in the morning.

Why? You may ask.

Because I, Katie Bell am an absolute idiot!

I am a complete moron who can't remember anything at all. Yeah that right nothing. I'm too thick to even remember that I am supposed to bring brownies to our quidditch team reunion thingy that's tomorrow... or in this case today.

So I now have to make enough brownies to feed an army.

Again you heard me correctly I said an army.

Not just the seven people who were on my quidditch team are coming, but their entire families and pretty much all their friends. So here I would like to take some time to express my deep appreciation for Arthur and Molly Weasley. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley thank you so much for having seven children. SEVEN CHILDREN! Why not just three or four! But no you had to have seven children and two of them had to be on my quidditch team the year we won the cup!

Stupid Fred and George. This is all their faults. They are the reason why I am up at this ridiculous hour making brownies for an army.

That's not even the worse thing about it. I have to smell the brownies while they're cooking and I can't even eat them when they're done! It's just not fair. Why do brownies have to smell so good? Why do I have to like chocolate?

Aha! So it is my fault! I am to blame! It is all because of me and my scatterbrained ways. Just think about it if I would just use that thing inside my cranium called a brain sometimes I might be able to get a full nights sleep!

Sigh.

My mother always told me that I had low self esteem issues, and she was absolutely right. But hey look on the bright side, at least I'm not in denial.

The oven started beeping at me to inform me that my delicious brownies were done.

Just so you know I am currently living in a muggle apartment so yes I have muggle appliances. I never really got the hang of cooking with magic. I usually ended up burning whatever I tried to cook, so eventually I just gave up and decided to do it the muggle way. Its amazing to me how muggles can get along so well without magic. I mean I would have never been able to come up with something like a microwave, not to mention invent one. Oh! And don't even get me started on the telephone! Those things are brilliant, although the ringing can get a bit annoying.

I slowly got out of my chair and walked over to the oven. It takes me minute to find the right button to turn the timer off, but once I do I open the oven and take the brownies out. "Ouch! eeww hot!" I scream as I rush over the kitchen counter and dropthe burning pan on it .

Oh I forgot to mention that I'm not very good at cooking with muggle appliances either. "Stupid Katie! Why can't you use your brain and think to use oven mitts! I heard the soft sound of Clara's approaching footsteps."I thought I told you to go away Clara!" I moaned as I sat down and laid my head on the counter and closed my eyes.

Ah, sigh, the wonderful aroma of freshly baked brownies. Nothing can compare to thee oh love of my life. Mr. Brownie you are the only man for me! Too bad I have to wait until tomorrow to eat you.

Oh man I was really not looking forward to that.

Its not that I don't like my old team, Angelina and Alicia are my best friends for Merlins sake! It's just that they've all moved on to have great lives and I... well lets just put it this way: I'm 23 and I hardly go anywhere except for work, I spend a lot of my free time talking to my cat, and trust me by a lot I mean a lot, and social life? psh what social life?

And my old team mates, well take Harry for example: Harry Potter, the youngest member on the team. After defeating Voldemort he moved on to become an auror. It's not like he needed the money or anything. He is now engaged to Ginny Weasley and ridiculously happy. Well Harrys a great guy and after all the bad things that have happened to him I'm glad hes finally found happiness.

Alicia and Angelina both became healers despite their violent tendencies. Warning! Before you ever say anything offensive around either of them, just remember they both have sharp bony elbows. Alicia has been dating George Weasley for the past two years and Angelina has been in love with Fred for as long as I can remember.

Fred and George Weasley. Wow. Who would have thought that after dropping out of Hogwarts they would move on to open a very successful joke shop? Not me for sure, but the world just likes to prove how wrong I am. Thank you world!

Now I must inform you about the most famous member of the team, oh besides Harry of course. Our Captain. The quidditch natzi, Oliver Wood. I am talking about the Oliver Wood, who tried to drown himself after we lost to Hufflepuff. The qudditch obsessed Oliver Wood, who has the most amazing Scottish accent ever . The Oliver Wood who went on to play professional quidditch for Puddlemere United. The Oliver Wood who is now one of the most eligible bachelors in wizarding Engalnd. The Oliver Wood I haven't seen since the end of my 5th year when he graduated. My Oliver Wood.

I stare intently at the cooling brownies.

"I want chocolate." I said to Clara my long haired gray cat who was sitting on the floor staring up at me.

"Would you stop staring at me it's really starting to freak me out! If I can't have brownies then neither can you! So there, take that Clara!"

Yes I am seriously talking to my cat!

This just proves that I Katie Bell have gone completely bonkers.

A/N: tell me what you think! Your really reviews make my day and the more reviews I get, the faster I'll update!

~ The gr8 procrastinator