A/N: I honestly don't know where this came from I was going to see how many sentences I have to write to get fifty and I just wrote the first paragraph. Mostly its me in Hogwarts and my best friend. When I mean me, I mean the universal me in Harry Potter speak.

Bill-ooh (out of Hogwarts)

Charlie sixth year

Percy- third year

Twins- first year

Hey, this is the prequel of A Test of Love-yay!

That's more for me than anyone else

Today I walked out of my dorm with a smile on my face. I had had a good night sleeping in the overly comfortable bed. When the sun came up, I thought to myself that it shouldn't be allowed having beds as comfortable as this. Sometimes I wish I wasn't at school that way I could sleep in this bed forever. Then I think again if I didn't go to school anymore I wouldn't sleep in this overly comfortable bed. That's when I sigh and decide to get up. Once I'm about halfway across the room I remember that I need to change into my robes and uniform. Honestly, these pajamas should not be this comfortable. I'm beginning to think this is a conspiracy, those teachers don't want us to come to class! Then they wouldn't have to teach and they could sleep in the nice comfortable beds. Bloody geniuses.

Today was a good day, after I got up and finished my rant on how good it is to sleep on these beds. I put my uniform on, finished my rant on uniforms, and went down to the common room. I was about to start my rant on common rooms when my good friend Ana stopped by. (She has nothing to do with anything so I won't describe her. Aw, hell I guess I will). She was a nobody. Nothing was too extraordinary about her. She had mousy brown hair, brown eyes, and pink skin; she was plump but not fat. Her voice was usually flat because she knew she wasn't anybody. She was the type of person who knew she wouldn't grow up to be anything or known to do anything special. I'm sorry I sound so negative but it's the truth. Anyway, she came up to me and in a flat voice, she stated that breakfast was downstairs and we'd better hurry up. I nodded-now before I do anything I must rant about how we have been going to school for a couple of months and this wasn't as exciting as the first-oh ten times.

We headed down the stairs; Ana was humming next to me. Sometimes it really made me sad how I knew that she wouldn't be exceptionally beauty on her own. She was such a nice person and her ideas made me laugh. Everyone always thought she was so-annoying with her constant wining on her no boyfriend having self. I truly loved Ana no matter how sad she was she cared more about if I was okay. Ana always looked over everyone -she was just too nice for this world. Look at me I'm just as pathetic I act semi-tough but on the inside I'm just like all those whining, giggling idiots. I really would like a boyfriend, but when I think more like fantasize my practical side says I'm being pathetic and that if I really did have a boyfriend I would just want to left alone with my friends anyway. I'm like that.

"Oh sh-I mean crap." Ana looked at me out the corner of her eye. She knew I didn't like hard cussing. I smirk.

"What?"

"Weasley."

"Sh-I mean crap. Run away!" I began to turn around and drag my friend back up the entrance hall steps but what's the use? It's always too late, they always find a way to get us (more like me) into trouble. I stopped and Ana ran into the back of me.

"Woman I think you're crazy." She rubbed her nose.

"Think! I know I am. You know they're going to get us whether we run or not. I actually think they like the chase."

"You sound scary, but I know you're right. Well come on at least we'll get something to eat this time. We walked back to the Great Hall it looked like a death march by the looks on our faces. When we passed the twins, I grimaced. Their looks said it all. They knew we were afraid of being embarrassed in front of the school. So what are they going to do? Embarrass us in front of the school. The last time I saw that look I ended up with a detention, green skin, and a howler from my parents. Man, I hate those Weasleys! I have always wished I could go back to before they were born and talk their parents out of having kids or maybe blowing them up so they wouldn't. Yes I know that's crazy, I mean I really like Charlie. He's very cute and smart and hot and nice and HOTT…did I mention hot? I wished I could marry him and have little Charlie Weasley babies. Wait did I just think that? Oh, man I couldn't imagine being related to the twins. I think I would die of shock-then again, Charlie and I could just move away. We could buy our own island and he could go around with his shirt off and flexing his muscles. Okay I need to eat before Ana-

"Angelina Johnson are you blushing?"