A/N: Hello, hello, hello ,hello. Again, I hope you enjoy this self-plus-friend-insert into the Harry Potter series. Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter. Only myself. If I did own Harry Potter the universe would have been devided by zero. Why? Because it's impossible. Now onto humiliating myself. Opps, I mean; on with the story.

The human race is highly complex. They all react to situations with different emotions and can find a multitude of ways to express a single emotion. In other words you never know what they will do. On the bright side after observing someone for a multitude of time, you can somewhat predict the outcome.

And the outcome of my muggle references has always been met with blank stares in my house. Safe to assume none of them will ever understand and that my 'wise cracks' are simply for my own amusement (and the odd muggle born in my classes). Apparently not today.

"Alright, who would like to hold one?" Professor Oak, hehe Pokémon, asks as he points to the cage of Minxtrels. The small monkey like creatures had large fangs and claws and poison tipped spikes on their tails. Yes the teacher had just finished explaining how dangerous these spiky hair balls are and is offering to let us hold one. Of course it was met with silence.

"I volunteer, I volunteer as tribute." I raise my hand after the pregnant pause. To hell with sharp poisonous things, those hairballs are cute. Several muggle borns in Gryffindor laugh, and I believe one yelled 'katnip'. I love you too random citizen! You may be wondering where the sudden confidence came from. Well I'm currently sandwiched between to two, and surrounded by three, of my mind-to-mouth filter defectors and anxiety nullifiers. Oh and this is DADA. Professor Oak is a nice old Asian man who gets my Death Note references. Best teacher ever! And no, i'm not racist. I'm Panda! So my filter has shut down for the time being.

Wait is Bec laughing at my Hunger Games reference? There is hope for my friends yet!

"May the odds be ever in your favour." She laughs as Oak encourages me to the front. Did you hear that Aya? This friend shall never leave! Even if we have to trap her in a suitcase. OK I won't trap her in my suitcase, or a dungeon, but she shall be our friend forever!

Oh hello little poisonous monkey thing. It fits on my hand with ease. It reminds me of Jack from Pirates of the Carabien. Not Jack Sparrow. Jack; Barbossa's monkey. Hey, those claws are sharp. Oh look at that crazed fanged smile. Isn't it adorable!? Hey, don't cut me with your tale. That hurts! Aww look at all the pretty sparkles. Are they stars? When did it become night time? Whoa, I think I need to sit down. Oh hello ground, how welcoming of you to rush towards me. Are curving up to give me a hug? That's sweet. Everything is becoming dark. Someone should light the torches. Thud.

Sometimes you enjoy the company of your friends. Sometimes you want to strangle them. Then there are those times when you want to lock them in a broom cupboard until they can have a normal conversation. At the moment that would require all three to be locked in that freakin' small room. 'Why?' you ask. Good question. Let's see.

Bec, despite her loud boisterous personality with no mind-to-mouth filter in sight, has become slightly shy around Al. Al has taken her lack of outburst as a belief that she dislikes him and avoids speaking to her. Scorpious claims to know the reason for Bec's odd behaviour but simply teases Al rather then tell him. And because of Scorpious's apparent knowledge, him and Bec's bicker battles have become more like out right fights. There would be fists but Scorp seems to prefer cat fights.

So, yeah, not the most pleasant conversations are going on at the moment. We're third years (don't ask me how I am with people a year older than me. McGonagall mention something about starting a year earlier back home) for Merlin's sake. For once I feel like I must act the adult while my friends are the three year olds. I wanna be the three year old!

So when these pleasantries are exchanged who do they turn to? Yours truly. I'm not Professor Patil. You want advice see the freakin' seer! Maybe I should see her about how to resolve this situation. Oh would you look at that. A broom cupboard just as another round of verbal abuse is starting. That 'lock until civil' plan is looking highly tempting. Screw it, in you go kiddies.

"Wha-!?" They all exclaim as I push them in and shut the door.

"What the hell, Abi?!"

"Stewart! Let us out!"

"When I get out you are so dead, Gale!" Ah, all this ramming against the door provides a nice back massage. Though I am surprised that they have this much room for movement. Oh I should probably tell them the conditions.

"You're staying in there until you all hug and make-up. Scorpious has to apologize for the teasing. Bec has to talk to Al without getting shy and Al has to realize that she is just shy and doesn't hate him." I smile proudly to myself.

"In a broom cupboard!?" They scream after no doubt have shocked glances at each other. Well normally I would pull the aside individually to talk, but hey, this is amusing. Don't look at me like that, I'm a Slytherin!

"Yes, in the broom cupboard. Now hurry up before I cast a silencio and go enjoy dinner by myself." Silence. That's strange. I thought they would complain for a little longer before complying. Wait. Oh you stupid magic! You went and cast the spell all by yourself. And I can't remember the counter spell. Oops. Now how will I know when there done? Maybe I'll just give them ten minutes. Yeah they should be civil by then. But what am I supposed to do for ten minutes?

"Hey, your Al's friend, right?" I look up at a first year with bright red hair. I nod. What am I supposed to say? 'Sure, I'm Al's friend but I don't know for how much longer 'cause I kind of locked him in this cupboard behind me.' Yeah, I don't know this chick and so my introverted-ness is at a peak. "I'm Lilly, his sister. Anyway, could you tell him mum owled and we're staying here for the Christmas break?"

Al has a sister? Oh and he can probably hear this right now. Wait, she finished with a question. "Yeah. Sure. Will do." I squeak out. Christmas break. I don't even know what I'm doing. Christmas is normally when whatever family members available get together. Maybe I should stay.

"Thank you so much." She smiled and hugged me. She hugged me! Little red haired girl claiming to be Al's sister hugged me! I awkwardly give her a one armed hug before she breaks off and skips away. Skips away! I thought I was the only one who skipped in the halls! And there is banging against the door again. Are they finished? Hmm best check.

I carefully open the door to a different scene. Bec had slammed Scorp against the door/wall(half door, half wall) and was punching the crap out of him. She also was grumbling about 'you don't just spill secrets, especially a girls crush' as he yelp and squealed 'not the face'. Al, well Al looked stunned, dazed and dumb founded.

"Okay well I'm just going to go to dinner. I'll see you guys there." I smile nervously as I back away slowly before sprinting away with Scorpious crying out for help. Remind me never to get on Bec's bad side.

A/N: Ahh, I'm being a coward. Nothing like ending a chapter than running away to the Great Hall. Anyway Let me know what you think and please let me know of any errors. Farewell until next chapter. ^-^