Disclaimer and other Stuffy: I do not own the world of Harry Potter. I do not own anything except for the Corporal and the people I made up to be Angelina's family. I do not own 'Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging either. Though it does make me laugh a lot. I recommend going out and buying the book.
A/N: For those who are completely ignorant of English slang and other terms, a glossary of sorts will be at the end of every chapter. Enjoy.
Friday July 25the house library
too hot
1:36pm
It's too hot outside so somehow my whole family is inside. So to dodge my dad, little brother, and Aunt Ellie, I retreated into the library. Nice and cozy with a nice table and all the books you could want, mostly on Quidditch. But, since it is a wizarding family's library . . . there are many magical things. Like the Corporal. He's the biggest drawback to the library.
The Corporal is the craziest ghost I have ever seen. He even beats Moaning Myrtle who likes to wail while you're trying to use the loo. He likes to say that he died in combat, but the truth is he's just a wizard that used to live in our manor who went nutters one day and decided he was in the muggle guard for the Queen and ran in front of a carriage and got squashed to death. When he died, he returned to his house, our house now, and haunted his family members until they sold the house to us. But he never leaves the library.
One way to get him to never shut up is ask him how he died. I guarantee it will bore you do death. Haha, a pun. I'm so funny.
"So the Corporal, how did you die?" I asked, despite the fact I had it memorized. It's amazing what boredom will do a mind.
"Ah my dear Angelina Gwendolyn Johnson, it was a marvelous death. A noble death…" and so he trailed on. I tuned him out at this point.
For the past week, the only thing that kept me going was the same phrase; "September first Ange, September first and you're back at school with all your friends. And Quidditch, and the yummy Fred Weasley." It could often be heard mumbled and thought, though no one can tell what I'm thinking. Besides my mom. She's psychic I swear.
Upon confessing that I rate Fred Weasley, my friends Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell had been such help.
"They have detention AGAIN Angel," Ali would tell me while she painted her nails magically by tapping them with her wand.
"What? Who has detention?" I would ask, knowing very well who.
"Those no good Weasley Twins, that's who!"
Or, "I heard that Fred Weasley was snogging some Muggle girl from the town they live near. Can you believe him? So mum got me a new set of dress robes…" Katie would remind me in her weekly, or rather, daily, letters.
Not that I cared. I really tried to resist his red hair and freckles. But the wink/grin combination was too much for even me to handle. Melting knees. I know what you're thinking, what's the difference between him and his carbon-copy twin brother George? I'll tell you what it is; Fred is a bit more careless. Take, for example, when they're coming up with a prank: Fred comes up with the way to get them into trouble and George makes it so they don't get caught.
"And that Angelina, is how I died. Pretty marvelous isn't it?" Concluded the Corporal. He had a dreamy look on his face. He was really kind of fat…
"Er… yes… I'm… gonna go over here and read now the Corporal. Read about… SPANISH!" I got up and ran to a chair at the other end of the library. Just then, I wondered what the Corporal looks like in his nuddy-pants. I wonder if ghosts can even run around in their nuddy-pants. How would they go about taking their clothes off? Then I looked at the Corporal. Quite frankly, he is not a small man in the girth area. The idea of him being in his nuddy-pants was quite repulsive.
I shook my head to rid myself of the image. Quite scary.
1:56 pm
Fred Weasley in the nuddy-pants, mmm… scrumdiddly dumply.
3:28pm
The jig is up. Jay heard me talking to the Corporal so he went to get Daddy who then jinxed the library door open.
"Angelina! There you are! We've been looking all over for you. Did you lock yourself in again and couldn't get back out? An owl from Hogwarts is waiting for you," my dad said rapidly. Really, he was worse than Jay. No, not really. But he was telling the truth. A barn owl swooped in and left a letter on the table in front of me.
Definitely from Hoggywarts, the wax seal was enough to sell me out. I opened it and began to read, accompanied by Jay pretending to read. He was only four after all.
After I finished, I started to put the letter away, and Jay went ballistic.
"Not done reading! Bad Angel! Bad!"
"Jay, I need it. You don't even know how to read!"
"BAD ANGEL!"
So I had to let him humor himself by thinking he can read. When he finished, he slapped my hand one last time. "Bad Angel." Really.
I looked at the Corporal since my helpful father had already left. "Corporal, would you check to see if Braden got his letter yet?"
"Anything for a damsel!" And out popped the crazy loon that resided in my house library.
4:57 pm
Been enjoying a wonderful conversation with my older brother Braden. He's the heir to our family's fortune so as usual, he reminded me of this when I walked into his room.
"Wipe your feet. I don't want dirt in this room. It's shameful to have dirt in the room of an heir to a fortune," he told me as I purposely stomped in with mud-covered shoes.
"Did you get your Hoggy letter Braden?" I asked, getting right to the point.
"Yes. I'm the Head Boy," he said airily. He was such the stereotypical Ravenclaw, preppy and snobby.
"Hmm… nice. I'm on the Quidditch team again. You figure I should start practicing? Or more importantly, will you practice with me?"
"I'll think about it Ange. I really have a lot of responsibility I need to take care of…" his voice trailed off. What a prig.
I jumped up and grabbed his collar of his shirt. "Will you practice with me?"
"Of course."
Sunday July 27
taking a break from quidditch
blistering hot
12:17pm
The great part about having rich parents is the wonderful little bonuses. Take, for example, the Quidditch Pitch in our backyard. It's not a full scale one, but it's perfect for a scrimmage and beating the crap out of your brother.
I don't like to toot my own horn, but I am a bloody great chaser.
Toot toot.
6:04 pm
Mum's throwing a dinner party so she forced me to cease beating the crap out of my brother at Quidditch and get ready. I had to take a bath. Bella, the maid, had bought some new soaps and shampoos. I've told her to stop doing it, but she insists. I feel like Jay when she does it. Can't even pick out my own bathing things.
Hmm… on the other hand, they do smell good.
7:35 pm
OH HOW I LOVE YOU BELLA! THIS STUFF IS GREAT!
1:03 am
Spent the evening ruining mummy's party. It started out innocently enough. It's really not my fault that my Aunt Ellie gave me a niffler last year. And I also state that it's not my fault mummy's friends wear a lot of shiny things. And I state again that Aunt Ellie is completely bonkers. And it's also not my fault that Bella fancied me owning a kneazle and got me one.
The niffler is Amie and the kneazle is Otto.
It started out innocent enough. I got bored, as was usual, and then Amie came strolling in. Everyone in my family knows when Ames comes in a room because they've all gotten used to it. But the guests Mum had over didn't. First thing she did was attack a high profile woman that works with mum at Saint Mungo's. This woman had on a zillion gold necklaces that were glittering in the light, so Amie went after them.
I laughed so much I thought I was going to die. Of course mum yelled at me to get Ames out and I did after prying her away from the gold necklaces and apologizing between giggles.
I put Amie back up in my room and gave her a galleon to play with. When I got back to the 'wonderful' party, Otto was attacking the same woman. I took this as an omen. After all, kneazles are highly intelligent and here he was attacking this woman.
Mum didn't think so.
"ANGELINA GWENDOLYN! GET THAT… THAT… BEAST OUT OF MY DINING ROOM!"
I cringed and tried to get Otto away. The thing about kneazles is there are highly aggravated when you try to pry them away without praising them. I couldn't reward him at the time though; I was too busy trying to keep the woman in one piece.
"Otto! Let go of her this instant," I said, pulling at him.
But Otto didn't let go.
"Please! Otto!" I began begging him.
Still… no letting go. Eventually, Braden hexed him off of her and deposited him in my room. I waited for the lecture. But, surprise surprise; mum was trying to get the woman drunk so she could perform a memory charm.
Which, I might add, succeeded.
Otto is in solitary confinement with Amie, therefore, it's not really solitary, but he thinks it is. I can't walk in the room with out him wailing and trying to get out. Right now he's asleep on the bed next to me while Ames amuses herself with the galleon.
Thursday July 31The Three Cauldrons
Room 5
9:30 am
Mum decided to get a late start on the whole shopping business so we left home by Floo Powder and ta-da. Spent the night at the Three Cauldrons. Know who else was here?
The Weasleys.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Fred and George's room was right next to Braden's and mine. Why did I have to share a room with my brother? He snores. I've taken up calling him Humongous Bottom.
"That's NOT what it stands for Angelina!"
"How would you know? Besides, you do have a big one."
"Get out NOW Angelina!"
Touchy touchy. But I did as the Bottom commanded. That's when I found out Fred and George was next door. They were out in the hall, cackling over something of Percy's and didn't hear me come out. But what they did hear was Braden throwing a pot at the door I had just closed. They looked up quickly, George shoving the thing of Percy's behind his back.
"Whose there?" Questioned Fred. Ohmygod he's so cute. He had let his hair grow out a little and it fell into his eyes in just the tiniest way. And his eyes, they were such a wonderful hazel. Not like my bland chocolate-y brown. And the freckles over his nose and cheeks, identical to George's, but different. It's almost impossible for me to have freckles even though I'm only lightly black.
"He said whose there?" George said, a touch of aggravation in his tone.
That's when I realized I was in a shadow. I took a step forward and gave a meek wave. Ooo, attack of the jelly-legs. "It's just me, Angelina Johnson. From school…"
Brill Ange. 'From school…' like they didn't already know it was you.
Fred smiled at me. Cue the goofy grin. Yep, right on time. I could die and be happy. Really.
"Oh. Was that Braden throwing something at the door?" George said.
"Yes. He got Head Boy, but the badge only says HB so I called him Humongous Bottom," I replied.
Fred grinned again. È troppo cute per le parole. Maybe having a Dad from Italy isn't all that bad. Free Italian lessons.
"Care to go out?" He asked casually.
"With you guys?" I asked.
"No. Only Fred. I've got other things to do," replied George.
A walk? With only Fred? I could die. Really. "Sssure," I managed to stutter.
"Later then. How about tomorrow?" Fred stood, looking right at me. Despite the fact I was totally spazing, I had enough sense to realize we were going to school tomorrow.
"But we'll be at Hogwarts then. When are we supposed to walk?"
"I'll find you. Don't worry," and then he winked. Right at me. A wink. Ohmygodohmygod.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow! But until then, I have to shop!
Glossary:
Loo – lavatory. Bathroom. Ladida, you get the rest
Nutters – Crazy, bonkers, the Corporal.
Rate – Fancy. Angelina fancies Fred. I fancy… I dunno who I fancy to tell the truth. Like, is practically in love-with.
Snogging – Kissing, making-out for all you Americans (like myself)
Nuddy-pants – Naked.
Prig – Braden. No really, a prig is an idiot, snob, jerk.
Brill – Smart, brilliant, usually used in a sarcastic way.
A/N: I'll start chapter two tomorrow. Truly. PINKY PROMISE!
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