The Incredibly Deep & Eloquent Diary of Katie Bell

by: Faithful Wheezy

Prologue

"…Thanks, Alicia! What a lovely… er…"

Katie Bell sat on her four-poster bed in the Gryffindor Girls' Dormitories, attempting to give a loving look at the leather-bound book in her hands. After trying and failing, she decided giving the book a tender stroke on its spine would suffice. "I've always wanted a blank book to read!"

Alicia giggled. "That, my dear Katie, is a diary, not the Monster Book of Monsters," she said. "I just thought you'd like one. It might get you a bit more organized as well," she added under her breath.

"What was that?" Katie asked absentmindedly, flipping through the blank parchment pages of the diary.

"Uh, what was what?" Alicia asked innocently. "Well, nevermind that," she said, jumping on Katie's bed and changing the subject successfully. "So… what'd you get for Fred this year?"

"Yeah, Katie," Angelina called from the depths of her bookbag, "we kind of noticed you freaking out about it weeks ago."

"I was not freaking out about his gift, or anyone else's for that matter!"

"Obviously," Alicia said, sifting through some wrapping paper to hold up a sweatshirt advertising Puddlemere United. "You know my favorite team is the Appleby Arrows. Then Pride of Portree. But Puddlemere? You must have been distracted when you went out to buy this."

"I'll bet," Angelina said, finally withdrawing from her bookbag with a triumphant look on her face and a crumpled Charms essay in her hand. "I think I saw you bring that back when we went to Hogsmeade a couple weeks ago, when we sent you and Fred to get us all some Honeydukes." Her triumphant expression shifted into one of mischievous glee. "Did you get a bit… sidetracked?"

Katie rolled her eyes. "Gladrag's had all sorts of Quidditch stuff in the windows! Ex-cuuuse me if my love of Quidditch came as a surprise to you."

"Okay, Katie, just keep telling yourself that," Angelina said with a smirk as Alicia, attempting to cross the dormitory, slipped on several Quaffle, Now! magazines that seemed to be growing from under Katie's bed.

"Honestly Katie," Alicia huffed as she picked herself up off the floor, "it wouldn't hurt you to organize once in a while!"

Katie threw up her hands. "Okay, okay, I'll start small, with the diary." She reached under her bed and after a few moments of rummaging, pulled out a quill (Alicia had a small coronary).

"Oh no, Alicia, she's writing!" Angelina cried in mock horror.

"Oh don't be so mean, Angelina, I'm sure anything that comes out her quill will be remarkably deep."

"Eloquent."

"Brooding."

"Groundbreaking."

"Profound."

Here, the witty banter of synonyms was forced to a halt as a pillow found its home on both Alicia's and Angelina's faces.

-x-

Dear Diary,

My friends are idiots.