A/N: Wow, so a fair amount of people like my story so far

A/N: Wow, so a fair amount of people like my story so far!! BUT IT'S NOT ENOUGH!! C'mon, peeps! Read and review!! Thanks to AVRIL LAVIGNE FOREVER, my most loyal reviewer! Love you! Now onto Chapter three!!

WARNING: LOTS OF CURSING IN THIS CHAPTER, MOSTLY ON CAITY'S PART. LOL.


After dinner in the Great Hall had finished, the Gryffindors headed up toward their house, with Harry, Seamus, Kelley and Caity leading the way. Caity was laughing at Seamus' jokes, Kelley and Harry were talking about America, and Ron just stared at the two beauties in front of him, while Hermione seethed.

She didn't see what everyone was so fussed about, really. Yes, the girls were interesting, and lovely. And they were obviously incredibly intelligent, as proved by Caity… Oh, whom was she kidding? Those girls were everything she couldn't be.

Hermione's face fell, and she ducked her head, thinking no one would notice. But Ron, snapping out of his trance, pulled her aside.

"What's wrong, Mione?" he asked softly.

"I know that having exchange students was my idea, and that I was so excited to have other girls to talk to, but… I just feel like everyone's going to abandon me because Caity and Kelley are everything I can't be." She hung her head again while Ron's arms surrounded her. "I know you must think I'm pitiful," she muttered into his chest, "but they're brilliant. They're smart and beautiful… and while I've got some intelligence, it's inferior to theirs… and I'm not pretty in the slightest."

"What are you on about?" Ron asked. "Yes, you are smart. You're the smartest girl I know, and you're respected for that. These girls, they're interesting, but you're the one we can all depend on. And don't ever again say that you're not pretty, because I want you to know that I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He dropped a kiss on her forehead and squeezed her gently. "Now, come on. Let's go to the common room. We're the only ones who know the password, remember?"

Hermione smiled.

"Aww. I think you're full of it. But, thanks for trying." She patted his cheek and walked away. Ron sighed frustratingly, and dipped his head back against the wall.

"Dammit, Mione…" he muttered. Running his hand through his hair, he followed the rapidly retreating Gryffindors.


In the Common Room, Kelley was sitting quietly with Harry, still talking, and Caity sat with Ginny, whispering and giggling. Kelley looked up and caught Caity's eye, giving her a meaningful glance. Caity nodded and stood up.

"Okay, guys. Since we're Gryffindors and we're supposed to be loyal and brave, me and Kelley are gonna show you our other 'special talents' that Harry asked about." She waved her hand and a bubble formed around the 6th and 7th years. "This bubble will prevent the younger years from seeing this, as they are still young and therefore do not know how to keep their freakin' mouths shut." She growled the last bit.

"Caity, chill." Kelley commanded.

"Whatever. Okay, I'll go first." She took a deep breath. "I'm an Animagus. But not a normal one. I can transform into whatever animal I choose, so I can blend in easier with my surroundings. But my most common form, is a chinchilla."

Caity turned, and she shrank. In her place, wearing a miniscule red hat was a white chinchilla the size of a teenage girl's fist. She scrambled up to Ginny, who immediately picked her up and placed her on her lap. Arnold the Pygmy Puff growled from her shoulder.

The chinchilla hopped off of Ginny's lap at Arnold's growl, and scampered away. She landed on the couch next to Dean Thomas, who started stroking her soft fur. The chinchilla squeaked, and in her place reappeared Caity, her hair completely messed up. She swatted Dean.

"That's what you get, jerk off," she growled to Dean's and Seamus' uproarious laughter. Their laughter did not cease, and Caity turned into a white tiger right before their eyes. She growled, and Dean and Seamus screamed. The group of people inside the bubble laughed as Seamus and Dean clung to each other, their eyes wide in fear.

Caity reappeared with a satisfied smirk on her face. She snapped her teeth at Dean who squeaked in return.

"Well, now that I've had my fun, Kelley's gonna show you her mad skill. Kell-Bell?"

Kelley stood in the middle of the bubble.

"Okay, my skill's a little more out of the ordinary than your everyday Metamorphmagi and Animagi, but it's similar to that. I'm a Shapeshifter."

Hermione and Ginny's jaws dropped.

"Are you really," Hermione breathed, "that's incredible."

"Yeah. It's cool, too. I can change into anything, but I'm still training. Sometimes I get stuck as random objects."

"Yeah," Caity interjected, "like this one time when we were 13, she was in an empty classroom practicing, and she got stuck as-"

"NO!" Kelley shouted, "We agreed to NEVER speak of that again!"

"Fine," Caity sulked. "Ruin my fun."

Kelley glared at her before speaking again.

"Okay, someone give me a form to shift into and you'll see how it goes."

Hermione called out a newspaper, Harry said a Firebolt (the broom, people), and Ginny said a Quaffle.

Kelley changed into all three forms, one after the other. Before she could return to her own form, Dean and Seamus picked up the Quaffle Kelley and started tossing her around.

Caity returned to the form of the tiger and growled at them. They dropped Quaffle Kelley on the couch, and she immediately returned to her normal form. Her face was turning green, and she dropped her head down between her knees and took deep breaths.

"You guys are jerks," Caity cried after she returned to her form. "That was SO not cool. BIG mistake, assholes." She put her arm around Kelley and slowly lifted her up, walking carefully across the room. Caity snapped her fingers and the bubble disappeared. At the foot of the stairs, Kelley went pale and collapsed, bringing Caity with her. Caity stood up, turned and starting shouting furiously.

"Shit! You insufferable, arrogant, jerk off, pricks! Look at what you fucking did, douche bags! Now I know why our moms didn't want us to come here! Most Brits are total bastards! No wonder the pioneers wanted to escape. God dammit! When are you two going to grow up?"

Caity was furious. Her face had gone red with rage and sparks were flying around her hands.

"You boys are nearly eighteen years old. What have you got to show for it? You certainly have no dignity, you find joy in picking on the younger years and new students, why you're acting just like a couple of… of…"

"A couple of what, Caity?" Dean looked pissed as well. His face had gone a darker shade than normal.

"Slytherins," she spat. "You should've been a Slytherin. Go see Snape, I'm sure he'd love to have you on his side."

She muttered a spell under her breath and pointed her fingers at Kelley. Kelley's limp form rose and ascended the stairs, her head lolling back and forth with the motion. Caity glanced around the still room, shook her head, and shot one last glare and Dean and Seamus. Dean was standing, his hands clenched tightly into fists, and Seamus sat back on the couch, his hands raking through his hair, with a look of pure remorse on his face.

"Grow up," Caity said simply, and followed Kelley's moving form up the stairs.


A/N: I SOO DO NOT HATE BRITS!! JUST LETTING YOU KNOW THAT. But Caity has a bad tendency to say stuff that just comes into her head, like the Slytherin comment. She usually gets in trouble for it, too. But can you HONESTLY say it wasn't justified?? Kate