My name is Angelina Johnson and I have the world's worst luck. Don't believe me? Fine. I'll just let you take a look at my track record. First thing to know about me is that I love quidditch. I breathe quidditch. I really do. No small surprise everyone figured me for captain this year. But who gets the job now that dear Oliver is gone? No one. NO ONE. You know why? Because there's a stupid TriWizard Tournament replacing it this year, and I am not the Hogwarts champion. So they took away quidditch, and I'm not the champion because super smarmy Cedric Diggory took the spot. Along with darling Potter. Not that I'm bitter or anything.
Second, my love life is horrid. I've gotten broken up with by Roger Davies, Cedric Diggory, and Oliver Wood. I date quidditch captains and they all dump me, even though I give them my all. Well, excepting Flint, seeing as how he's a goober. Anyway, so last year, I turned away from quidditch captains and went the more conventional route of trying my hand with the regular players. Beaters, to be more specific. Wood broke up with me the night we won the quidditch cup (no one said the boy had timing), and that night I fell madly in like with Fred Weasley. He was charming, funny, and handsome to be sure, but he was also my very good friend and I'm almost positive he never thought anything more of me than as a good friend. It's really horrid. We spent the night dancing away and acting wildly, but early in the morning when I snuck down to see if I could find a way to get into his dorm room, I found his arms wrapped around none other than my best friend, Katie Bell. Disappointed and muttering that I probably should have figured that he'd have fallen for the most mischievous little flirt in the castle I stalked off to bed.
The next morning I turned my sights to George. Dear, sweet George, so much more moderate than his fiery twin, but still enough of a prankster with decent quidditch muscles to fit my fancy. He was my next choice. So I spent the day with him, talking and laughing, and that night I sneaked downstairs with the same goal in mind as last night and found him very much in the same way Fred was the night before. With Katie.
Thoroughly confused and angry I stalked back up to my bedroom. But that was only the beginning of my woes. I also have the misfortune to attract the most annoying and dimwitted bloke in the castle: Lee Andrew Jordan. The boy with three first names.
Lee's been hitting on me since we were first years and needless to say, it's never paid off. Not that I mind the boy or anything, I mean after all, he is part of our group of friends. But he drives me nutters with his stupid pick up lines and endless fancying of myself. What to do? I don't know. Ignore him, flatten his ego, everything else I've tried without it paying off. I've survived the last five years of my existence through patience amidst conflict.
So why the heightened annoyance? Perhaps I should explain. My father is an auror on special assignment from his head of department and consequently, we travel everywhere. I haven't lived in the same spot for over two years. It doesn't really irk me at all, though, because no matter where in Britain we happen to be, I'm still at Hogwarts and still with my friends. However, this past summer we had the very great misfortune to move to Brighton in the very same neighborhood as said annoying pest. Very bad.
And what's worse? I think I'm actually starting to tolerate the wanker. It's really no fun hating someone when you enjoy their company. Makes it very difficult. We spent almost every day together doing something or the other, and he's even been in my bed. No funny business, just watching old muggle movies that Mum's hooked on.
And now I am at school, trying desperately hard to relinquish myself of the increased acquaintance amidst hints of love from my two very stupid roommates, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell. However, I suppose if I in fact do start to have feelings for him, Katie will take them away very quickly by making a midnight appearance in the common room snogging him senseless. Maybe I should try to convince myself to like the boy. Haha.
But no. That would mean my feelings would get crushed, and tt's too weird, and too gross to think of me being distraught over him. Now that I have other men vying for my attention, Lee Andrew Jordan with three first names is definitely at the bottom of my list. In fact, he's not on my list at all. So there.
