Based on other 'how to annoy' fanfics that I read, and I apologize for not knowing to give the idea credit to, but the idea is not entirely mine. Only half. Especially the storyline, cuz I didn't make the list type like the other ones. Now…


Hi, I'm B., astudent in the 6th year in Hogwarts, and intent on doing everyone a favor and getting back at the ever fun and mischievous boys of Gryffindor, namely Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew. Okay, Pettigrew, not so much, he looks like someone that would start whining if I put a teeny ant in his lunch… :p So I'm taking on the challenge of the two most mischievous boys in school and their clever prefect friend. This is my first log. Signing off.

"Hey Belle, did you get that transfiguration lesson we had? When they said they wanted us to color a part of our body, what was so bad about my- Hey, are you listening?" Belle Levi apparently didn't hear her friend, as she walked on, her eyes set on a certain group.

"OW! Hey, why'd you hit me?" Belle spun around to face her best friend Heathis who smirked triumphantly. "Ey, I thought prefects didn't hit other people on the head. In fact, Hufflepuff needs to hold our reputation to be helpful, kind, swee- OW!!!"

Heathis ignored Belle's exaggerated speech and hit her once again with the over- sized, hardback transfiguration book.

"You hardly listen anyway, I might've thought you were immune to all things that need to be noticed." Heathis said.

"I've got lots of important things to take care of." Belle shrugged, following the familiar arrogant voice bragging about the last won Quidditch match and his seeking skills.

"Evans is obviously around. Or maybe he's got extra air to blow out." Belle muttered, hurrying, only to be stopped by Heathis.

"You're following them, aren't you? Why?" She questioned suspiciously. "Umm, nothing, really. Just something I need to do." Belle tried to elbow her out of the way, only to be kept back.

"C'mon, I'm losing track of them enough as it is." She complained. "No, not until you tell me why you're following the four of them. What do they call themselves, Marauders?" Heathis said, using her stern prefect voice.

"None of your business." Belle said strongly. "Oh, I know, it's Black isn't it? You still- Mppphh!" Heathis tugged Belle's hand away from her mouth, and Belle said, "That was just a rumor by Malfoy. Besides, after he finished 7th year, people finally stopped the stupid story, so I don't need you to mention it again!"

"Oooookay… Hey, look over there. It's Harper." Heathis pointed to the side of the lake and Belle saw Mary Rose Harper sitting there, drawing as if no one else existed.

"Oi, Harper! Whatcha doin'?" Belle called out. Harper looked up and saw the two, but just turned back to her work. "That girl has as much of a social life as a flobber worm." Belle muttered.

"Huh? Where'd they come from?" Belle looked up and saw her four targets near Harper, being led by Sirius Black and James Potter.

"Oh no… Hang on, Harper." Belle muttered, moving towards the lake edge.


Rose bent over her work: what she imagined mermaids looked like. Her hand moved smoothly over her drawing, the tranquility helping her visualize the majestic beauty of the lake dwellers.

Then somebody tugged on her hair, something she absolutely abhorred. She whipped around to find that Sirius Black, one of her least favorite people had a hold on the ends of her hair.

"Damnit Black, you git!" She exclaimed, slapping his hand away. "Ouch! Hey, what's with the attitude, Harper? Keep that up and you STILL won't have friends by the end of our sixth year." Sirius Black smirked at her and James Potter spoke up.

"Come on, Sirius. It's not her attitude that keeps people away. It's her hair." The two laughed as Rose stalked away with her things, muttering incoherent things.

It's not my fault my hair changes color! I don't even know why the hell… Damn I hate Potter. I hate Black… I hate everyone. Nobody even bothers to know how I feel. I'm just Harper the freak to them… Nobody wants me as a friend…

"Hey, friend!" Rose whipped around and saw Belle Levi run towards her, the same goofy, yet clever grin on her face.

"Don't mock me, Levi. I had to deal with Black and Potter's bullshit, I don't need yours." Rose mumbled, holding tight onto her sketches.

"Who's mocking? Hey, I'm on your side, M.Ro." Belle said lightly, patting slightly the shorter girl on her head.

"M.Ro?" Rose tilted her head with a questioning look. "M for Mary and Ro for Rose. You know, M.Ro." Belle grinned. "Don't like it when people mix up my name." Rose said darkly. "Oh, lighten up! How about Mose? Or Ro?" Belle insisted. "No."

"How about Mare?" Belle suggested. "Are you implying I'm a horse-face?" Rose demanded, walking faster to get away from the 'nuisance'.

"Of course not. You're a strong girl with the spirit of a mare; trapped by a saddle called loneliness, only waiting to set free and run to your sun-drenched dreams." Belle smiled, and Rose stopped in her tracks.

"Other than the saddle thing, I never thought of it that way. Mare is fine, I guess. But why are you so persistent?" Rose asked her.

"Hullo!? I actually WANT to be your friend! This isn't pity out of what I heard Black say. It's 'cause of your drawings. Your writing. When you're so absorbed, I actually look at them. I want to know what goes on in your head. How are you able to conjure up such deep words? Make such beautiful sketches? Mix colors so much better than your hair does?" Belle rambled.

Rose shrank back in disdain at the hair comment, but was surprised when Belle added, "I like your hair, you know. If you were smart enough to see the real world, you'd know that."

"So then… You like my work? But like you said, I get stuck away from the real world. My drawings aren't realistic, just my own style. My words aren't based on the real world, but my own thoughts and emotions. Why then?" Rose asked herself more than Belle, but Belle answered her question for her.

"It IS real. For you. And I believe in you. It's all very beautiful, Rose, believe me." Belle smiled sincerely.

"Okay… Thanks Belle." Rose felt stupidly mushy, but happy all the same.

"Don't expect me to call you Mare around other people! This is our secret, okay?" Belle suddenly used a different, bossy sort of voice, but her eyes sparkled with laughter.

"Right…. Sure, Bevi." Rose mumbled, smirking to herself.

"Bevi? That's stupid! Hey!" Belle whined as Rose laughed, a weird ringing laugh that sounded strangely musical. "Wow!!! Such a majestic voice! Why do you look so much like a nerd if you show so much beauty in other things?" Belle demanded.

"I don't look like a nerd!" Rose insisted, but Belle proved her wrong by pointing out her lazy ponytail and the way her hair hid her decidedly pretty eyes, and that her frown that she wore almost constantly made her look like a misshapen bird-face.

"That's it! I'm giving you a make-over, friend!" Belle exclaimed. Rose sighed annoyedly but couldn't help but smile as Belle pulled her away helpless to the Hufflepuff common room. "Friend." She whispered the word with a sincere smile on her face, the first for a long time.