Disclaimer: I believe you think I fancy myself the jolly creator of the world don't you? Well, regardless, I do not own the world of Harry Potter, nor do I own the right to all chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream though it would be lovely if I did, don't you agree?

A/N: Woo, creative juices are flowing! I've got a dandy little chapter for you my dears, which means you know what you have to do to! I'm messing around with the different ways to save my stories so that they won't have that annoying quadruple space between paragraphs. So excuse any weirdness.

Wednesday, September 6

Infirmary

1:21 pm

I always thought Oliver was bloody insane, but today he did the unthinkable, letting a first year on the team as a starting Seeker. Bloody hell, I had to wait until my third year to make starting Chaser and this boy gets to march on the field and own it!

Then again, he is The Boy Who Lived. Yeah, that's right, we got Harry Potter. Harry Bloody Potter is Gryffindor's Seeker for Gryffindor.

Of course, Ollie assured us he has his reasons for letting the kid on the team and then told us about this marvy stunt he did to catch some kid's Remembrall. I was impressed. I really miss having bright old Amelia Swight on the team with her wonderful renditions of how horrible I was at my position.

Why yes, I was being sarcastic.

Quidditch practice was a butchering. It ended with me on the ground, holding a bleeding nose.

No, my nose was not off my face, but it was bleeding. George hit a bludger at what he thought was a place no one would get, but Katie dropped the Quaffle from 20 meters or so over there and my brill plan was to wow Fred with the way I could get there before it hit the ground. It hit me straight on.

Of course, I got to skip lunch to break my nose because that is how obsessed Oliver is with Quidditch. Stupid git. (Mental Note #1: Maim Oliver Wood in some violent fashion for his Stupidity.)

Ow, my nose. And my bum, it hurts. I got knocked off my broom. Stupidosity. I'm going to make George apologize for hours.

I skipped fourth class because I am in the Infirmary because George broke my nose and it is still bleeding because it was broken on both sides.

1:57 pm

I have decided that I will make George suck up to me for ages. It is a good decision seeing as how my beautosity has been ruined. My nose crooks to the left now because all Madam Pomfrey can fix at the moment is the right side. She said that the left would have to wait until the right is ready for more stress to it.

Sounds like "Blahblahblah YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO BE PRETTY AGAIN!" to me.

2:31 pm

I have just realized that I may have to cancel my date with Fred. NO!!! You will PAY GEORGE WEASLEY!

I think Pomfrey is slightly off her rocker. She just came in with a mirror to show me how much better my nose is looking. It's about the size of a tomato and has tissues stuffed up my nostrils so that it won't bleed onto my shirt, not that it isn't already covered in blood.

And it tilts to the left.

4:00 pm

Oliver Wood is completely insane! There is no way I'll be able to practice tonight, but he thinks there is! The idiot! The first hit to my nose will break it again! Geeze Ol, were you dropped on your head as a child?

5:56 pm

Braden just left. Oh yes, I'm feeling perfectly cheery because I just love my older brother! He's just so wonderful! Despite the fact that I want to BREAK HIS NECK AND MAIM HIM!

I was admiring my tragic nose in the mirror when Pomfrey announced that my distressed older brother was just itching to come in and see me. She said that he seemed completely disheveled, so, despite the fact that it was too late, she let him in to see me. I do not want to see my brother when my nose is tilted to the left.

Putting on a show of the typical protective older brother, he rushed to the bed and hugged me until I thought I was going to die. Of course Pomfrey thought it was sweet of him. It's odd that he only likes me when people are around. "Angelina! Oh Angie, I told you not to join that horrid Quidditch team! Look at your lovely nose, it slants to the left!"

"Why thank you Bottom, I always fancied a brother that tells me that my nose is crooked. If Pomfrey hadn't taken away my wand, I'd hex yours so that it does the same."

Silence.

"You should call her Madam Pomfrey," my brother stated.

"And you should stop being such an ass."

"Angelina! Cursing is crude!"

"And so is being a complete nincompoop." I was growing slightly, okay really, irritated. You aren't supposed to barge in on someone when they're in pain and then insult the way they talk! It's just not done! Then I realized that my voice sounded like I had a very bad cold, all stuffy and stuff.

"Well, if you're going to be rude I'll just leave." He looked all huffy. It reminded me of Jay when he doesn't get his way and is about to throw a fit. Why did I have to be the only girl?

"If that's all it took to get you to leave, then I should have tried that one at home." With satisfaction, I watched him stomp out the door. But of course, no conversation with Braden is complete until he makes up some random insult that he thinks will hurt your feelings and yells it at you.

Such was the case today.

"Don't think Mum won't here about this! You might have Dad around your finger, but I've got Mum. You're so immature Ange."

Me? Immature? Never!

Thursday, September 7 Great Hall – Lunch

12:12 pm

My nose is still broken. I can't take another knocking of my nose with that wand of Pomfrey's. A school nurse should be gentle and understanding. Not poking your broken nose with a wand and asking you if it hurts because I'll tell you, it bloody does hurt. She made me go to classes today since I refused to let her injure my precious nose anymore than it already is.

12:34 pm

Ooo… An owl for me. I wonder who it's from…

12:46 pm

Oh Merlin… I hate my life and my family! Dad's coming into Hogsmeade for a visit and he's bringing Jay. I think I may just shoot myself.

12:54 pm

Or maybe I can get a Slytherin to maim me in some way so that they are disqualified from the House Cup running.

1:13 pm

Yes, that's the plan.

3:42 pm

I tried to break off the thing with Fred tonight.

I was standing in my dorm, rehearsing what I would say because it is a very delicate matter, when I heard a knock at the door. "Katie, I know it's you. You can come in, I'm not in my knickers this time." I turned my back away from the door and went to go sit on my bed.

"I'm jealous of Katie, she's seen you in your knickers." Wait, that's not Katie's voice… It's… Oh God no please…

Fred was standing in the doorway! That whole 'Boys aren't allowed in girl's dorms' Staircase trick didn't work! How?! It always works! Don't ask me how, it just does! It's one of the mysteries of Hogwarts!

"Wha-wha-what are you doing here?" I managed to stutter. Oh this was fab, here I am, rehearsing what I'm going to say to the most snog-worthy boy of the year when I turn him down, I yell something about my knickers, and there he is in my door! Oh you do hate me fates!

And to make it all fabby, I have a broken nose!

"Didn't you wonder what George and me were doing the first morning?" He asked and plopped down on Alicia's bed.

"Yes, but I don't ask questions! Wait… what did you do?" They broke my security blanket staircase! No!

"Well, it was a simple spell really. There was a Charm that was supposed to detect whether you had a wank or not and was just adjusted it so that it skimmed over ours."

Oh mercy, here's Fred Weasley, sitting on a bed in my dorm, telling me about wank-seeking charms set on my school staircase. I knew I was turning red; there was no way that I wasn't. "Did you fix it for Lee too? I'm sure he'd want to see girls in their skibbys." And I stretch the torture.

"He got up too late. Why? So you fancy both him and me Angie?"

"Why would I fancy Lee? He's been my neighbor for my whole life! That's just ridiculous!"

He grinned at me and winked. "You didn't say you didn't fancy me. Oh Angelina, you're quite the charmer."

Merlin, I'm just a wonderful little gossiper today aren't I? "Yes well…"

"That move you did at Quidditch yesterday was suicidal, but awesome," he said. I think he was trying to dismiss the fact that my nose was now broken because of it.

"Thanks. But I have something to tell you…"

He cut me off, "If you're planning on breaking our meeting tonight, I fear I will be forced to hurt you. So what if your conk tilts to the left?"

My hand shot up to my nose protectively. "My nose does not tilt! And it's not a conk!"

He laughed at me. "As you want to think Madame. Just don't forget to meet me, George and Lee down at the statue of Gregory the Smarmy right after dinner. Sharp. Chin up now old girl."

And he left.

And what the hell is this about George and Lee being there?

Glossary:

Marvy – Marvelous

Brill – Brilliant, often used when being sarcastic

Stupidosity – Stupidness

Off their rocker – Slightly senile or really senile. Crazy

Nincompoop – Complete idiot

Knickers – Haven't I said this one before? Oh well, it's panties

Fab, Fabby – Fabulous

Wank – Quite delicately, a boy's special part. Aw dammit, his penis

Skibbys – Nekkid

Conk – Nose. Here's a bit of history for you of how this came to be. In 1066, there was a guy called William the Conqueror from France who came to England and shot King Harold in the eye. William had a big nose, so to get back at him the English started calling him William the Conk-erer. Quite funny if you think about it.

A/N: Now comes the time that I thank my selfless readers who keep me writing. They are all marvy and simply the best!

FredsAngel: Thanks ^__^ Georgia makes me pee my pants with laughter and this being compared to her is just awesome. And yes, I did take a while. Chappy 3 was about halfway done and sitting on my computer collecting dust for almost the whole time I didn't update. And I'm glad you bought the books! Aren't they marv?

Star2717 (or Betsy): Oh! I always wanted to be named Betsy when I was little! I envy you! I think I shall steal your name one day. Really? I'm glad! Err… wait… it's not good to spit up coke… Ah well, it is good I made you laugh so much that you did!

Hpgal186: It's always lovely to have a new reader/reviewer ^_^ Thanks so much! I love those books too. If I were British (or lived in England), a guy (or a lesbian), I'd so stalk Georgia (if she were real).

Ashliegh – Ah, reading your review reminded me of something I wanted to put in the story, then I lost it. Pooey. Anyway, Braden is still very smooth even if he's a Class A Jerk. And I agree, after I wrote the lap scene, I attempted to draw it but then I remembered that I can't draw. Scratch that plan.

Faye – Ah, so sorry. I had to do that the other day and I realize how annoying it is. Well, I think I did a dandy job of updating soon. Hope you like it!

A/N2: Everyone knows what I expect you to do now don't you? That's right my dears, review your little hearts away! PS, how do ya like me now? Hmmm? Fast update huh?