Warning: Slash, particularily f/f. Just thoughts.
Edition: Two! The old one needs revising!
Summary: Alicia Spinnet wishes for something...someone...in diary form.
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Tip of the Iceberg
By Stranger
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Dear Diary,
I have a problem. A serious problem. It's not having a huge zit on my forehead or not getting asked out to the next Hogsmeade weekend by some cute guy. It's all lot worse, a lot more serious and I think I'm losing brain cells (such as they are, playing Quidditch and all) just thinking about it.
Okay, so the problem is Lee Jordan. He's my boyfriend, my one and only since forever. So everything should be just peachy, right? Wrong. Kissing him is like licking slightly rancid and grease covered pieces of liver. To be honest, I'd rather write a three-scroll assignment on the course of Jupiter during the month of December than "snog", as Fred puts it.
I mean, I don't hate Lee, but he just isn't fun anymore. He's told me his life story, recounted ancedotes from "a" to "z", kissed me more than I can count and is planning to introduce me to the parents. And he's taken me to one of his card trading shows. Talk about boring!
So I'm thinking on moving on. You ask, move on where? Well, the person I'm thinking of has blue eyes, dirty blond hair, a Gryffindor scarf and twenty digits. (That means toes and fingers, diary.) If you haven't guessed by now, and I know I wasn't being exactly clear, but what can I saw? It's Katie Bell.
No, I don't know how it all started. I've known her for six years (not including this one) and even though she shares a room with me, I'd never really noticed her, unless during quidditch. So now, it's a major thing… it's impossible to go a day without thinking about her and I have resigned myself to the fact I must now live with Katie as my life support system.
I don't even know WHY I like her. It's not like she's attractive, or an exceptional student, or even particularly nice. I guess it's just bad luck. I guess she has startlingly blue eyes, but so does Dumbledore. (Ewww… do I even want to think about that?) She plays a good game of quidditch, but so does Harry. She's distant and quiet in class, but so are a lot of people, mostly because they're asleep.
I've got to figure out what to do. Should I ignore this? I know it's not going to go anywhere. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I'm so confused.
Alicia
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Dear Diary,
George Weasley, famous twin and troublemaker, caught me during a little Katie-worshipping moment during quidditch practice. It was so… humiliating? I guess embarrassing'd work, but I hope no one noticed except for George. Hmm... Maybe that's a bad thing. George is way too manipulative, being a Weasley twin and all, if he catches on, either the whole school will find out, or I'll be paying him on the HOUR to keep his mouth shut.
But there's nothing wrong with watching Katie, right? Nothing wrong at all. It's perfectly normal to watch Katie zooming around on her broom, to watch her do those crazy languid spins away from the Bludgers. I'm not weird for concentrating more on the bounce of her ponytail than the game, right? It's not nutty to look on when she throws her slightly speckled arms up in the air while she celebrates a goal, laughing, screaming with joy, those blue eyes glinting with- Oh, shit. I'm doing it again. I'm acting all gooey.
Come on, Alicia, think of something else. Like...like Snape in go go boots. Harry in a pink bunny suit. Whatever. I'm going to bed.
Alicia
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"Alicia! Wait up!"
*turns around, nervously backs off* "Lee... hey..."
"Well, what do you think?"
"What are you talking abo--- Oh my god!" *THUD*
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Dear Diary,
You're not going to believe this. This is the absolute most disgusting thing ever in the history of Hogwarts. Lee, in what was probably an attempt to impress me, shaved all the dreadlocks off. Where there was once a tangled mess of dirt brown hair, there's a speckled baldness. It's not appealing if you're trying to pretend you still adore Mr. Skinhead. To make things worse, Lee's head is bumpy, and a rash is beginning to develop the back of his head.
Katie, on the other hand, has left her hair natural, hasn't cut it or anything. It's where it belongs, not in some paper bag. (Lee also has decided he's keeping his hair as a keepsake.)
I'm totally confused, you know, what to do about Katie. I should tell someone. But who?
Alicia
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Dear Diary,
I tried. I really did. I couldn't think of anyone in seventh year who I would talk to without getting laughed at or anything bad, so I went to someone I thought could help. Hermione, she's smart and all that.
I thought I could just tell her my problem and she'd help somehow, but the moment I faced those brown eyes, I knew instantly she couldn't help. How the hell is a sixth year I barely know going to assist me with my romantic problems?
She faced me and said, "What's going on?" I couldn't answer; my body totally froze up. I think I said something like, "Aaaaahhh..."
I have never felt so idiotic. And that's only the tip of the iceberg! I find myself actually waiting outside her classes, watching her sleep when she forgets to close the curtains. Cho and Angelina have noticed- they say I'm acting odd. This secret will either explode...or implode...
Alicia
Edition: Two! The old one needs revising!
Summary: Alicia Spinnet wishes for something...someone...in diary form.
***
Tip of the Iceberg
By Stranger
***
Dear Diary,
I have a problem. A serious problem. It's not having a huge zit on my forehead or not getting asked out to the next Hogsmeade weekend by some cute guy. It's all lot worse, a lot more serious and I think I'm losing brain cells (such as they are, playing Quidditch and all) just thinking about it.
Okay, so the problem is Lee Jordan. He's my boyfriend, my one and only since forever. So everything should be just peachy, right? Wrong. Kissing him is like licking slightly rancid and grease covered pieces of liver. To be honest, I'd rather write a three-scroll assignment on the course of Jupiter during the month of December than "snog", as Fred puts it.
I mean, I don't hate Lee, but he just isn't fun anymore. He's told me his life story, recounted ancedotes from "a" to "z", kissed me more than I can count and is planning to introduce me to the parents. And he's taken me to one of his card trading shows. Talk about boring!
So I'm thinking on moving on. You ask, move on where? Well, the person I'm thinking of has blue eyes, dirty blond hair, a Gryffindor scarf and twenty digits. (That means toes and fingers, diary.) If you haven't guessed by now, and I know I wasn't being exactly clear, but what can I saw? It's Katie Bell.
No, I don't know how it all started. I've known her for six years (not including this one) and even though she shares a room with me, I'd never really noticed her, unless during quidditch. So now, it's a major thing… it's impossible to go a day without thinking about her and I have resigned myself to the fact I must now live with Katie as my life support system.
I don't even know WHY I like her. It's not like she's attractive, or an exceptional student, or even particularly nice. I guess it's just bad luck. I guess she has startlingly blue eyes, but so does Dumbledore. (Ewww… do I even want to think about that?) She plays a good game of quidditch, but so does Harry. She's distant and quiet in class, but so are a lot of people, mostly because they're asleep.
I've got to figure out what to do. Should I ignore this? I know it's not going to go anywhere. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I'm so confused.
Alicia
***
Dear Diary,
George Weasley, famous twin and troublemaker, caught me during a little Katie-worshipping moment during quidditch practice. It was so… humiliating? I guess embarrassing'd work, but I hope no one noticed except for George. Hmm... Maybe that's a bad thing. George is way too manipulative, being a Weasley twin and all, if he catches on, either the whole school will find out, or I'll be paying him on the HOUR to keep his mouth shut.
But there's nothing wrong with watching Katie, right? Nothing wrong at all. It's perfectly normal to watch Katie zooming around on her broom, to watch her do those crazy languid spins away from the Bludgers. I'm not weird for concentrating more on the bounce of her ponytail than the game, right? It's not nutty to look on when she throws her slightly speckled arms up in the air while she celebrates a goal, laughing, screaming with joy, those blue eyes glinting with- Oh, shit. I'm doing it again. I'm acting all gooey.
Come on, Alicia, think of something else. Like...like Snape in go go boots. Harry in a pink bunny suit. Whatever. I'm going to bed.
Alicia
***
"Alicia! Wait up!"
*turns around, nervously backs off* "Lee... hey..."
"Well, what do you think?"
"What are you talking abo--- Oh my god!" *THUD*
***
Dear Diary,
You're not going to believe this. This is the absolute most disgusting thing ever in the history of Hogwarts. Lee, in what was probably an attempt to impress me, shaved all the dreadlocks off. Where there was once a tangled mess of dirt brown hair, there's a speckled baldness. It's not appealing if you're trying to pretend you still adore Mr. Skinhead. To make things worse, Lee's head is bumpy, and a rash is beginning to develop the back of his head.
Katie, on the other hand, has left her hair natural, hasn't cut it or anything. It's where it belongs, not in some paper bag. (Lee also has decided he's keeping his hair as a keepsake.)
I'm totally confused, you know, what to do about Katie. I should tell someone. But who?
Alicia
***
Dear Diary,
I tried. I really did. I couldn't think of anyone in seventh year who I would talk to without getting laughed at or anything bad, so I went to someone I thought could help. Hermione, she's smart and all that.
I thought I could just tell her my problem and she'd help somehow, but the moment I faced those brown eyes, I knew instantly she couldn't help. How the hell is a sixth year I barely know going to assist me with my romantic problems?
She faced me and said, "What's going on?" I couldn't answer; my body totally froze up. I think I said something like, "Aaaaahhh..."
I have never felt so idiotic. And that's only the tip of the iceberg! I find myself actually waiting outside her classes, watching her sleep when she forgets to close the curtains. Cho and Angelina have noticed- they say I'm acting odd. This secret will either explode...or implode...
Alicia