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AN: Hope you like it…. And PLEASE! Send in suggestions! I'm desperado (is that a word? I don't speak Spanish; I take Italiano)! I know that Fred is coming back from the dead, but that's why it's slightly AU! I mean, life is horrible without Fred! Rowling should die for killing him! Right… well, ONWARDS!
The Chasers
"PAR-TAAY!"
"Angelina! Please get down from the couch! George is only gone for tonight, and I don't want him to come back to a flat that looks like an angry cat got to it!" Alicia cried at Angelina, all in one breath.
"Huh?" was all Angelina could say.
Katie turned away from the gummy worms she was currently pigging out on, to say (through a mouthful of artificial flavoring), "Psh! Like George would care! This is George Weasley we're talking about! He'd probably pat you on the back a say 'congrats'!"
"Very true," Angelina approved. "I mean, he is one of the infamous Weasley twins."
"'Cept, I think he would do more than pat her on the back, considering they got married a month ago."
"KATIE!" Alicia screamed, throwing a pillow at her, which Katie expertly dodged. "You are the most perverted person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!"
"You know you still love me!" Katie beamed at Alicia.
"Why- you little- UGH!"
"I'll take that as a 'Yes! I still love you with all of my heart! More than my ginger-head husband!"
Alicia jumped onto Katie, shoving her friend's face into the couch. Angelina shook her head sadly at the pair's actions. "You know, I still can't believe that my little Alicia got married. And to a Mr. George Weasley at that! He's probably one of the richest wizards in all of England, with that little shop of his."
Katie somehow got her head off the couch, and before Alicia shoved it back, she managed to spit out, "Which is why she could afford a month long honey-moon!"
Alicia buried Katie's head back in the couch, while saying, quite calmly for someone burying another person's head into a couch vigorously, "Angelina. For god's sake, you were my maid of honor! Surely you have grasped the concept that I am married to your true love's brother?"
"Ew ew ew ew ew ewwww! I am sooo not in love with Ron Weasley! That's sick!"
"I meant Fred."
"Oh…. Right. Fred. He's hot. Like, mega-hot."
"I suppose you wouldn't mind marrying him?"
"Not at all…"
From the couch cushions, a mangled, "Can I come up now?" came up.
"No," was Alicia's simple reply, shoving Katie's head further into the couch cushions. "Not with your perverted mind."
"I hate you," was the muffled reply.
"I love you too."
Suddenly, the door slammed open. "BOOM BABY!"
Without letting Katie's head lift a centimeter, Alicia and Angelina's eyes shot to the door, where the fourth friend, Leanne, stood. Behind her, was Oliver Wood.
"Leanne, you do know that guys aren't allowed at our fantabulous annual sleepover, no matter how much you want to sleep with Wood? I know, I know, he does have those awesome sculpted pecs, though," Angelina said coolly to Leanne.
"GROSS!" both Leanne and Oliver exclaimed, at the same time.
"What, you don't like his pecs? Seriously? I mean sometimes, you just sort of get the urge to cover them in syrup, and lick them clean and… Well, yeah. Even though, I think Fred's cuter."
"Sick. That's sick," Leanne muttered. "I'm definitely getting therapy after tonight."
"But why?" asked Alicia. "I'm married and I still have those fantasies. Every normal girl has those about Wood. Even Slytherins."
"Guys, I don't know if you know this, but Wood and I are cousins!"
Both Alicia and Angelina were suddenly looking very disgusted. A muffled noise was coming from the couch.
"What was that?" asked Oliver.
"Oh, just Katie."
Oliver glanced over the back of the couch, and saw Katie's head being shoved in, her hair a mess and everything.
"Girls, let her out."
"Why should we listen to you, Captain Tree Bark?" asked Angelina.
"Oh, great comeback. But, seriously. I don't want you harming her."
Alicia reluctantly let Katie off of the couch. Katie immediately began gulping for air.
"So, Ollie, dearest, why did you ask for her to be let go? You could always have joined in the fun?"
Oliver blushed a little, and responded, "Cause she's like my little sister! I wouldn't want my sister harmed, would you?"
Angelina looked a little sheepish.
"Right… Well, what were you going to say, Katie?'
"Incest is all the rage now. How do we know you haven't committed it yet?"
Leanne grinned like a maniac. "I heard from his last girlfriend that he kisses horribly."
"I do not! She was probably convincing herself that it was a good thing I dumped her!"
"Right…"
"What about at sex?" Angelina asked, grinning.
"See! Look who's the pervert now!" Katie exclaimed.
Leanne looked thoughtful. "Well, none of his girlfriends ever talk about it. In fact, I think I over heard one complaining that he never did it."
"Wood's a VIRGIN?" Angelina cried out, bewildered.
"SO?" Oliver bellowed back.
"Man. I lost it a year after graduation," Angelina scoffed.
"To Fred," coughed Katie.
"Wait, what are you doing here, anyway?" Alicia asked Oliver.
"Well, Leanne was over for my birthday dinner-"
"Aw! Who's my wittle birthday boy?' Leanne cried, pinching his cheek.
"Shut up. Anyway, she had to come over here, so I was chosen to lug her bags here. Notice that she carried nothing."
"It's your birthday present from me!"
"Right…" Oliver looked down at his watch. "Damn! I'm late!"
"What for?" asked Katie, who was straightening out her hair.
"My date with Carly!"
Oliver dropped the bags her was holding, and got in the position to apparate. But first he turned to Leanne, and asked, "By the way, what did you pack? Rocks?"
There was a crack, and Oliver was gone.
"Hm… That was close, I suppose," Leanne commented. She dropped to her knees, and rummaged through her bags. Soon, she pulled out a large yellow hunk. Of Swiss cheese. And not regular Swiss cheese. Oh no. This Swiss cheese was perfectly sculpted into- an oyster.
"Angelina, Alicia, and Katie. Meet Thing One. Or is it Thing Two Hundred and Seventeen?"
Angelina took a close look at it, and then announced, "What the bloody hell?"
Looking at everyone's confused face, she explained, "Thing Two Hundred and Seventeen is one of the llama-eating oysters made of cheese in my new colony of llama-eating oysters made of cheese! There are over three hundred more!"
"That's Leanne for you," muttered Alicia, who turned to a copy of Witch Weekly that was lying on the floor, and began flipping through it.
Angelina found the coveted gummy worms, and began shoving them in her mouth, while reading the Witch Weekly over Alicia's shoulder.
Leanne was petting all six hundred and thirty three of her llama-eating oysters made of cheese. She had to cuddle them, kiss them on the forehead, and tuck them into 'bed'. To each individual oyster.
Katie had gone back to staring at the spot where Oliver had disappeared. She had been crushing on him since she first met him in her second year, when she tried out for the Quidditch team. He had been so nice, and caring, and she just couldn't help it! Now, she couldn't get Oliver's big brown eyes out of her head. They were warm, and soft. Katie had always wanted brown eyes. Her eyes were a pale green, and she hated them. Brown was her absolute favorite color. It reminded her of chocolate, and earth, and Oliver…. But green, her eye color was wretched, according to her. She couldn't even have a pretty emerald green like Harry. No… She was stuck with a pale green, that strongly reminded her of vomit, and lima beans, and those disgusting tasting boogey flavored Bertie Bott's Beans. Ugh…
"Katie? Hello…."
A hand repeatedly waved in front of Katie's face brought her out of her reverie.
"Ah… Thinking of Oliver again, are we?"
Katie hoped with all her might she was not blushing.
"From that blush, you so were."
Damn blushingness! If that was a word…
Alicia glanced up from her magazine. "She sooo likes Wood. And he might like her."
Leanne snorted. "That is like written in the bible, it's so true. I swear on the fact that Katie was possessed by a enchanted- messed up necklace thingy that Wood likes her."
"They are so meant to be…" Alicia said dreamily.
"Can you stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Katie glanced sideways at Alicia. "And no matchmaking for you, Spin- I mean Weasley."
Angelina rolled her eyes, and saw the clock hanging above the door. "Guys! It's almost nine!"
Alicia straightened up. "Oh, yeah! We have to renew our vows!"
Katie sat up, too. Every year, since Katie and Leanne's first year at Hogwarts (Alicia and Angelina's second) the four girls had vows that they would remain friends forever, yada, yada, yada. It was kind of stupid, now that Katie thought about it, as they didn't need the vow to stay friends, but they had were only first and second years when they came up with it, and didn't want to break tradition now. It amazed many people that they had stayed friends in Hogwarts, what with the age differences and all. But, they were all best friends forever.
"Alright, girls," Alicia began (she was always the one to begin). "Ready?"
"Ready," they chanted back. The four clasped hands, and began to giggle a bit. All foru of them were twenty-one or twenty-two, and they were participating in the most juvenile thing they had ever known.
"Good," Alicia smiled. She closed her eyes, and the others followed. "I vow to be loyal."
"Fun!" added Angelina.
"Caring," amended Katie.
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" giggled Leanne.
"Helpful."
"Thoughtful."
"Amusing."
"First class friend!"
"Faithful."
"Truthful."
"Trustworthy."
"Steadfast."
"Reliable."
"Honest."
"Candid!"
"Cool word!"
"Ahem!"
"Oh, right…. Um… Frank!"
"Hehe. Uh… open."
"Selfless."
"Solicitous."
"Attentive."
"Considerate!"
"Understanding."
"Not pushy!"
"Oh, great vocabulary. Not assertive."
"Copy cat!"
"Yeah, but I used a better word!"
"Meh!"
"Noble."
"Gallant."
'That's the same thing!"
"Then, altruistic."
"Humane?"
"…Nice?"
"Since we seem to be running our of words, lets end it here."
"Hear, hear!"
"I vow to be friends forever."
"Friends," the four said together.
Now, don't get confused. The girls' vows were fairly simplistic. They just went around in a circle, citing good words that described a good friend, and then vowing to be those. But they didn't exactly always act that way.
'Gummy worms!" Leanne exclaimed, hurrying over to the near empty bowl.
"NO! Mine!" Angelina yelled at Leanne's retreating back.
"What the heck?" Alicia shrugged, and followed the two.
Katie rolled her eyes at the three, and turned to the Witch Weekly scattered carelessly on the floor.
While Katie read the title article 'Are You In Love With Your Old Quidditch Captain?' and thought that the other three were pigging out on sugar, Alicia, Angelina, and Leanne were actually discussing quasi-evil plans.
"So who here agrees that Wood and Bell are a match made in heaven?"
All three hands were raised.
"Perfect. Now for the hard part. How do we get them together?"
"We stun them, and stuff them into a can of cold tomato soup, where they will be stuck together for the rest of eternity! MYA-HA-HA-AHA-HA-HA!" Leanne laughed evilly.
"Shhhh! We don't want Katie suspecting anything!"
"Right…."
"Well, I for one think that the old shove 'em in a broom closet stunt should work," Alicia suggested.
Angelina shook her head. "Nah… Too cliché. We want something with a read bang to it!"
"Like what?"
"Shove them together in a freezing broom closet, where they have to cuddle for warmth, with only moldy llama-eating oysters made of cheese to eat! And they will get food poisoning, and will have to nurse each other back to health! I'M EVIL! EVIIIIILLL!"
"Right… Wait… what's that?"
Alicia was referring to the light tapping noise coming from the furthest window.
"I got it!" called Katie.
Katie got up slowly, and walked to the window. She couldn't see anything, but opened the window anyways. That was when she realized there was a sleek black owl outside the window. Three letters were attached to the owl's leg, which Katie quickly untied. After she did so, the owl disappeared.
Katie looked over the letters. The backs contained a purple stamp, with a wizard's wand surrounded by a series of stars. The ministry's official stamp. There was a purple ribbon and everything. The fronts of the letters all had curly cursive engulfing the yellowing parchment. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were written across the fronts.
Katie crossed the sitting room, and entered Alicia and George's kitchen, where the others were sitting. She dropped Angelina and Alicia's letter into their laps.
"Where's mine?" Leanne demanded, and Katie shrugged in reply.
"You didn't get one."
"Aw man…"
Katie ripped open her letter, and read it through, then quickly glancing over at Angelina and Alicia's letters.
"Hey, they all say the same thing!"
"Really?" Leanne asked eagerly.
"Yep," Angelina replied, looking at the other two letters. "You guys going?"
"Well, it has the ministry seal, right? It's not like when I get there I'm going to be killed or something," Alicia thought out loud.
"So that's a yes? I'm going," Angelina inquired.
"Yep, it's a yes," Katie assured her friend. "And yes for me too."
"Well, time for truth or dare!" Angelina exclaimed, leading the other three out to the couch.
Before she followed, Leanne glanced at the letters.
Please come to the Sheppard's Fields at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. It would be greatly appreciated.
AN: Oooooooh… Cliffhanger. Sort of. Review!