I wake up this morning feeling awfully sick. Too sick for breakfast. To sick to get dressed. But not flu sick, no sniffles or germs or anything.

It's more like cramps on steroids.

Imagine how disgusting that is.

Alicia and Katie try and wake me for breakfast, but I ask them to go on ahead.

"Are you okay, Ange? Do you need something?" asks Kates.

"No, really," I say, naturally. "Just some sleep will do me good."

"Just leave her Kates. Ange, if you need us, just summon my wand. I'm bound to notice that disappearance, and I'll bring Kates with me."

And they leave for breakfast.

So, what do they have for witch cramps. And it's not my time of the month, by the way.

Which makes these supercramps that much more senselessly painful.

Anyway. They have all sorts of potions and a couple of charms, I'm sure.

But which of those do I have at my disposal?

The answer is none of the above.

So I lie around in bed, hoping for them to go away.

But for some reason, the bed no longer feels all that comfortable.

I feel this is quite an appropriate time to use the Room of Requirement.

I sluggishly amble out of my bed, into my robes, out of the dormitory and then out of the common room. Down some changing staircases and across a hall to the Room. And I spot the hallway. I walk back and forth three times thinking I need a place to lie comfortably.

A room opens up to me with all kinds of places to recline and the mirage of a peaceful starlit night sky above. First I try the magic carpet. I wish it came with magic cushion.

Then I try the four-poster bed. I don't know why I thought it would be any better than my bed in the dormitory.

Then I try the beanbag cloud. Like Goldilocks, my charm is my third try. It holds my weight in such a relaxing way. I feel sleep coming to me so I can forget about these cramps.

But then I hear someone come in. I pull my wand out.

"Didn't see you at breakfast," says a familiar voice.

"How'd you get in here?" I ask Fred, half amused, half embarrassed in my tank top and shorts with my fair all awry..

"I need a place to find Angelina. I had a feeling you'd be in here. It wasn't that hard. You hungry?"

A tray of food knicked from the kitchens, in the middle of the day, hover in from behind him.

"You brought this for me? Why?"

"I dunno. Don't you want it?"

"Actually, I really do. But you have to eat it with me."

"No problem." Fred says. "Dibs on that double chocolate cookie."

Wow. I can't believe he brought those. Is he saying something?

I hope he's saying something.

He bought into our scheme pretty well it seems.

And he brings the largie cookie up to his mouth, his teeth holding up the cookie with the rest of it sticking out.

"How about we share it?"

I take a bite with it still hanging from his teeth.

Slightly Lady and the Tramp-ish? Maybe.

I looked into his eyes to see a reaction.

We stare for what may have been hours, or minutes, or even a single second. I'm not sure.

"Uhm, have some of the eggs. You should eat some real food, make you feel better. I have to go though, I've got some early morning pranks to do. Later, Ange."

He gives me that classic Fred smirk as I wave, and he's gone."

I eat some of the food before slinking into my bean-bag cloud and get some much needed rest.

XOXOXOXO

"I see skiving off class has left you very well-rested," Kates remarks at lunch.

"Come on, you know I was sick. But there's a lot I have to tell you."

Ali tries her best to keep quiet, "Oh, I could that something was going on by that look on your face."

"No, you could tell that something was going on because Fred left in the middle of lunch. Fred NEVER leaves in the middle of lunch," Kates says.

So we huddle. And I tell them exactly how my morning went.

"I knew he'd love the cookie smell. Why would he bring a cookie to you for breakfast? It must be a sign," Kates muses.

"Yeah, I thought that too," I tell her. "But of what, exactly?"

Ali says, "It's pretty simple. He's been thinking about you. And he wants you to think about him."

Then I ask her, "Do you think he likes me?"

"He loves you Ange. We all know that."

"Then why hasn't he asked me out yet?"

"Angelina. You say yourself, you don't want to be just like the other girls he dates. I'm pretty sure he doesn't want you to either. So he keeps his feelings towards you friendly. But in moments like your eyelock today and that peck back in Hogsmeade, he breaks from this."

Alicia's right. And Fred might be too. It's good that he doesn't ravish me after one little urge. We had a room full of beds, and all he wanted to do was to feed me.

Anyway, this gives us a chance to go through our entire procedure. I wonder what our next sense will be.