A/N- Ok my English teacher unknowingly prompted me to write this sort of. He was going on about Shakespeare's 4 types of women, 1 being drips like Juliet and Ophelia, 2 being evil/powerful like Lady Macbeth, 3 being complete whores and sluts and finally 4 being so insignificant and just plot tools. Number 4 is what prompted to write this sort of because my teacher also said that they are nearly always called Katherine- which I was pretty cheesed off at as it is my full name- so no Katherine shall be insignificant again! (Famous last words). Anyway so although my main character is called Katherine she is no-way based on me in fact she is based on practically all my friends! Oh and yeah she's pretty insignificant...

BTW I own nothing, except the character and my name Katherine and even then my cousins got the same name(why didn't my parents think of that...)

Enjoy

Katherine's POV

Everything is blurry, as I wake up. That's when I realise that my glasses are missing, and that my head hurts. In fact it's even worse than after that game of I-Never, with non-alcoholic drinks mind you, when Toby dared me to run round that pillar 100 times and I got too dizzy. Hey it wasn't my fault the wall got in the way.

People are moving above me, between me and the green blur in the sky-trees? These people have names and voices, however the names are irrelevant now, but I do want to know what they are saying, hoping they'll tell me where I am. One voice, Irish? Is saying something, like:

"Becker, is the onion contained?" with a second voice, a mans, replying:

"It closed a minute ago; Lester isn't going to be happy about this"

It didn't make any sense to me so, pushing my red hair out of my eyes, I decided to make my entrance: "Whatsgoingon? wheramy?" –of course meaning to say what's going on? And where am I? However by some miracle the owner of the Irish voice seemed to understand:

"You're in London, Hyde Park, 2011 and we're here to look after you"

2 days later

Katherine's POV

Believe me I had dealt with some unruly school children in my time, as a reception teacher it kind of went with the job, but really Connor Temple was at least 20 times more childish, though to tell the truth I was really in no state to comment- having drank far too much...something. (Though now I know that the onion was Anomaly).At this moment in time I was sitting happily in Jess's flat. Trying to tell them of a training session of Becker's I sat in on:

"It was the worst game of..beltch... Quidditch, I had ever seen- there were no Snitches, no ...what was it...Bludgers, no brooms and defiantly no Quaffle!" at this we all burst out in a fresh peel of laughter which was interrupted by the man himself walking in from Jess's kitchen, I was so drunk that when he handed me a coffee I said bewilderedly:

"Are you the Messiah?" To which he replied, just as confused:

"I don't think I am, Katherine"

"So you're not the messiah?" Jess was laughing so much now that she couldn't speak but Abby managed to choke out :

"No but he's a very naughty boy, stealing Jessie away so often" Becker, who was trying to calm Jess down, glared at Abby and said

"You're so not copying my paperwork tomorrow; you'll just have to copy off Jordan, again. And anyway don't steal Jess, I just borrow her and forget to give her back"

I think I may have passed out then.

A/N if you want to hear more of Katherine's story do review etc.