Same disclaimer.

Thank Merlin for Ansley's immense closet of shoes! Though Ansley, Chase and Lacey had owned diamonds from an early age, the three girls had always sworn that shoes are a girls' best friend; until of course Chase began to fly. A jealous classmate one told the best friends that they based their relationship on their shoe sizes. Though this was not necessarily true, having the same shoe size as each other does have it's advantages. Especially when Barnel and Bee's is closed on Christmas- like when Chase threw her brand new metallic Ruby Slipper's kitten heels at her brother and broke them.

Typical Chase.

Lacey tossed a fourth pair of heels on the cream duvet of Ansley's king size bed. The three girls had stood in front of Ansley's full size mirror and closet barefoot for over an hour. Ansley straightened the straps of her midnight blue sweet heart cut cocktail dress. She had once attempted to become a tomboy. Let's put it this way, it didn't' last very long; dresses are just too pretty!

"I think I'm going to wear the … um… the silver pixie wing peep toe shoes." Ansley was a little indecisive when choosing an outfit for an event; especially when Heath and his twin Forrester would be present.

Lacey picked up a pair of velvet black stilettos with unicorn hair trim and slipped her manicured feet inside. "Perfect!" All three girls admired Lacey's selection in the mirror. "The unicorn hair perfectly matches the cream color of my dress! Fantastic." Lacey liked to analyze everything.

Chase would have preferred to show up at the benefit ball in flip flops but Ansley had forced her into a crimson empire waist dress and gold dragon scale sling backs.

With a final touch of touch up on their makeup, not that they need it, the best friends apparated to Westery Nickels Hall, named after the first mayor of Magical New York. Chase had talked Ansley and Lacey, or in Ansley's case begged her, to attend a benefit dinner for a northern New York reserve for the endangered North American Snidget. Only Chase could persuade a few self absorbed New Yorker's into helping a Quidditch based charity.

Chase stirred the ice around in her crystal glass, damp with the remnants of her seltzer water. Why did she think this charity event was going to end up any differently than other New York charity events? How wrong she was. After spending half an hour of talking to an ancient expert on Quidditch, even though Chase knew everything the geezer said, Chase had lost track of Ansley and Lacey. She was busy watching her heels sparkle in the streetlight's glow streaming through the window when who would show up but none other than the charming Mr. Heath Fordson. Luckily, Ansley was no where in sight, and even if she did spy her ex with his sleazy new girlfriend, Ansley was excellent at keeping her cool. Or at least she was good at it last time Chase had seen her. Thank Merlin for Heath's twin, Forrester. At least he was polite.

"Chase? Chase Rowley? Could that really be you? I thought you swore off wearing heels and dresses years ago?" Heath ambled through the crowded room in Chase's direction. Unfortunately. His voice sounded syrupy sweet. A little too sweet for Chase's taste. "When did you get here? Yesterday? If I had known I would have been part of your welcoming committee." Chase wanted to throw up all over Heath's date's knockoff Stevey Madman T- strap heels. She chose to munch on an ice cube instead. Smart girl.

"We got here this morning. I have been so wrapped up in unpacking and catching up with Ansley and Lacey that well, seeing you had not even crossed my mind." Chase flashed Heath a sweet smile and popped another ice cube in her mouth.

"We? Is the entire Rowley family here?" Oh Merlin. Was he going to hit on Chase's mother again? Heath smirked at Chase and ran his hand not attached to his date's arm through his sooty hair. The girl accompanying Heath was practically shaking by now. Obviously she was not good with meeting new people.

"My parents and Cat are in the city but they are not at the benefit. I will let my mother know you wish to see her." A slight glint flashed across Heath's eyes. Chase knew him too well.

"Why don't we sit down? Your feet must be killing you by now Chase." Heath reached out his gray tweed Kohl and Knut's blazer clad arm and directed Chase towards an armchair. By then the two had been making small talk for about ten minutes and Heath had yet to introduce Chase to his date. Not that Chase needed any introduction. Her parents were famous enough. And the name of the trashy girl clinging to Heath was no secret to Chase. She knew perfectly well who the girl was. None other than Zoe Edwards, the third year who had some how seduced, or maybe it was the other way around, "respectable" Heath Fordson. What a pity Ansley would have to see his disgusting face during the school year.

Minutes passed and Chase saw no sign of Ansley or Lacey, only a number of high society women over forty who had attempted to squeeze themselves into dresses from their ten year old daughter's closet. Chase began to zone out as Heath droned on about the summer in the city and McFleet's when something shiny around Zoe's neck caught her eye.

"That is a lovely necklace you have. It looks like something I have. An heirloom piece, it was my grandmother's. May I see it?" Chase smiled at unsuspecting Zoe and held her hand out to inspect the necklace that was anything but an heirloom. Polite and quiet Zoe unclasped the necklace and placed the chilly jewelry in Chase's hand. That was too easy.

Chase knew exactly where she had seen the necklace before- around Ansley's neck. Heath had given her it as an extremely late birthday gift. It was beautiful, with an exquisite diamond in the middle surrounded by engraved platinum. A Cassandra Triggs original. Chase knew that Ansley had dropped off a majority of Heath's gifts at the Fordson's penthouse, to the surprise of the house elves, but never in a million years did Chase expect Ansley to return this work of art. To make sure the necklace was previously Ansley's, she flipped it over and read what was engraved on the back.

"That is so sweet. To my Care-bear. Is that what Heath calls you? Or is the necklace from someone else? If so, I am sorry I assumed." Chase let the necklace slide between her fingers and into Zoe's lap.

"Heath did give it to me. Yesterday actually, and he does call me Care-bear once in a while." Her voice was hoarse. Zoe gave Chase a weak smile and put the necklace back on. Yesterday. Ansley had dropped off Heath's items after their huge argument the night before. There was no way he could deny that he had re-gifted the necklace. What a looser.

"Here, let me help you with that Zoe." Heath reached up to assist his new girlfriend, or flavor of the week. He sent a glare in Chase's direction. He knew and that made the whole situation so much better. Just another reason why Ansley should hate Heath.

Ansley mingled with the over weight society women accompanied by their model grandsons while keeping an eye open for any sign of Heath. She planned on making his evening miserable, even if she dreaded seeing him. She could not wait to flaunt her tiny figure in her brand new Clyo Dena for Crystal Ball dress which made her already slim figure look even skinner. If that is humanly possible. Not to mention, flirt with Forrester, Heath's brother, in front of Heath.

She had heard some random women, with horrible eyebrows, commenting on how skinny she was earlier in the evening. Lacey had also overheard the women's tactless comment - "Miss Kerr has become exceedingly skinny since the catastrophe with that Fordson boy. I always suspected that she had some sort of problem with food. But now it is kind of obvious." The women had gone on to preach to her friends how horrible it was of Ansley to cheat on Heath with his brother and that she had broken her ex's heart. Ansley did not care that people believed everything printed in the Bewitching New York's gossip column. She just could not comprehend why a dirt bag like Heath could just smile at gullible women and persuade them to see his interpretation of their breakup. Then again she had fallen for that same smile millions of times and she used the same charm upon all males. Lacey tapped Ansley's shoulder and whispered, "He is here." Fantastic. Now the fun and mind games would begin. She was very good at those.

Lacey and Ansley weaved through the crowd of people in the hall towards the leather armchairs where Chase has held captive. Just as Lacey and Ansley were about to break through the crowd and intrude upon Chase's conversation with Heath, Forrester walked up to Ansley.

He is such a sweetheart.

Forrester was a less intense version of Heath. With lighter black hair and sweet green eyes, Forrester was not exactly the bad boy type Ansley was drawn to, but she had found herself attracted to his excellent manners and love of art more than once since meeting him.

"I did not expect to see you here tonight. I thought you hated Quidditch." There was a smile in his soft eyes. He was ecstatic to see Ansley. Forrester had previously kept his distance because Heath would have hexed him if Heath knew his brother worshiped his girlfriend. Now that things between Heath and Ansley were officially over, it was safe to say that Forrester would waste no time telling Ansley that he loved her.

"Chase dragged me here. She will only be here a few more days so there is no point in ignoring each other." Ansley swept her lightly curled hair behind her neck and Forrester followed her as she walked towards Chase. Ansley plopped down on an ottoman opposite Chase and crossed her delicate legs, Forrester and Lacey sat near by and watched as Ansley angered Heath.

"You know Heath, your mother was pretty angry when I told her what happened to your Invisibility Cloak. What did I tell her again? Oh yes, that you had left it in Poland on your school trip. You are so lucky I did not tell her what actually happened to it. She would be repulsed. The idea of her baby doing that in public would make her sick." Heath clenched his teeth together at Ansley's remark.

"Seeing as you were the one that took it from me, I think she would be angry with you." Heath smirked at Ansley, he thought he had won.

"Not at all. I returned it to your mother. She was very happy that it had fallen into my hands." Ansley sent a provocative sidelong glance at Forrester. He blushed. How sweet. "After all. I was not involved in your PDA so why would she get mad at me? Your mother and I get along very well." Ansley took a sip of her martini and twirled the glass between her perfectly manicured hand.

"Unfortunately that is true."

"I see you have already re-gifted some of my things, Heath. I never thought you were that cheap." Ansley continued her rant without recognizing that she could possibly be hurting Zoe. "I always hated when you called me Care-bear. It was so tacky and not even sincere. That was a beautiful necklace though. I should have sold it instead of returning it to you." Ansley gestured towards the necklace around Zoe's neck with her right ring finger enveloped by a diamond ring three times the size of the necklace. Zoe's eyes became as big as salad plates at the sight of Ansley's ring, a birthday present from her grandparents when she turned ten.

Oh to be as rich as Ansley Kerr.

Zoe had not caught on that Ansley was hinting about her new necklace yet. Someone must have a brain the size of a troll's. Ansley continued to irritate Heath. "What are you going to do about the school year Heath? You will be at McFleet's and Zoe in the city? There is more than one temptation at school Heath. And you know that just as well as I do." Ansley arched her eyebrow and winked at Chase. Heath dug his nails into the leather of his chair. Ansley had one skill he did not. She could bring up his past without a blink of her brilliant eyes and enrage him. And this is exactly what she was doing now, bringing up the dozens of times he had made out with a girl other than Ansley during the past years. "How about you Forrester? Are you going to comfort your brother when he misses his little slut or will you come visit me next door?" Ansley gently placed her jeweled hand on Forrester's knee. At this act of seduction, Heath shot up from his seat, grabbed Ansley's wrist and dragged her to the exit of the hall.

"What the hell are you doing Ansley? You are being a total bitch in there! And in front of Zoe?" Heath exploded.

"You have never cared about my feelings than why I should I care about yours? I was being discreet anyway. She probably has not even realized you are gone by now or that I was talking about her!"

"You've never acted like this before Ansley."

"I had never noticed how sleazy you are before." Heath grabbed onto her wrist. Ansley simply shook her arm and Heath let go. He would never dream of physically hurting Ansley. Her father was scary enough when he was in a good mood. "You deserved everything I said. You do realize that every girl at Vicker's will know the truth Heath."

"Fuck those girls! They are just as fake as you are." Ansley turned away and sauntered towards the hall's door to return to her friends. "And don't even look at Forrester again bitch!"

"He is such a sweet guy. It is a shame he is related to you Heath. Otherwise I would not think twice about dating him."

The rest of Chase's stay in New York had flown by. Literally. She spent hours on her new broom. It consisted of partying with old friends, Ansley crying over Heath, shopping for new clothing and the like, Ansley mourning her break up with Heath, hours spent with old movies and Benny & Jay Jay's ice-cream, and Ansley crying over boys in general. The Rowley family left early a week later to visit their sickly grandmother and partake in a Weasley family wedding.

Merlin. Ansley wished she could just apparate over to England and stay there. Maybe she could. Maybe she would.

Disclaimer: All the real names of people have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.

hey people!

Wands down, there is no girl alive luckier than I am. While some people will be spending the last weeks of summer finishing, or starting, their Potions papers or buying new school supplies, I will be partying my skinny little but off at the best parties. Not to mention the W wedding! It is okay to be jealous of me. I hear that the gift bags will be stuffed with products from F and G's store and the latest beauty products from Avada.

Speaking of the W wedding, I just returned from Dorkin and Gabana's in Diagon Alley, which was closed today just for me, where I purchased my dress. I do my best to be modest, but the truth is that I look stunning in my dress. It is amazing how perfectly D & G's dresses fit a girls' body- especially when it is made just for me. The Himalayan blue and sweetheart cut are absolute perfection. And did I mention that it feels like heaven against my skin? Speaking of heaven...

trouble in paradise

Even though B and the future Mrs. W are perfectly happy, a few other W couples are barely hanging on. HP and G's relationship seems to be over on account of HP being clueless. After their multiple arguments and the start of the school year closing in, it seems like the perfect couple have given up on their love for each other. Will they ever get back together or is G too stubborn and HP too blind to realize anything? Let's not forget H and R. It looks like their passion for one another fizzled out before anything happened between them. R has been messing around with other girls and H is just plain aggravated. Maybe things will mend themselves once H and R return to Hogwart's.

the long awaited list...

I promised that I would write up a list of must haves for the school year, or at least the fall semester, and here it is.

1) The Firebolt Gold, personalized if you can get your manicured hands on one, is the absolute must have for all Quidditch players. With its sleek new design and top speed of about one hundred kilometers an hour it is the perfect broom for any level of flyer. Whether you plan on going pro or just want to empress the boys with how pretty you look on the new broom your daddy just bought you.

2) A new wand from La Bacchetta in Rome or their boutique in Brighton. All of their wands are handmade in Italy and it is just like good ol' Olivander's just more upscale. Ebony is the wood of choice this season and wands always look extra special engraved in silver. A beautiful new wand is especially important if you plan on traveling this season.

3) Multiple pairs of killer black heels, pointy or rounded toe. As seventh years we can get away with breaking more than a few of the rules. I know I am sick and tired of wearing clunky loafer style shoes designed just to make our shins look fat. So bring a dozen or so extra pairs of sexy and sophisticated heels and throw out your gray knee high socks!

4) Out with the OWL in with the new. Yes, yes I know pretty much everyone in the Wizarding World owns an owl or two to carry their mail. But, who needs an ugly owl when you can have a miniature Abraxan winged horse. I already have two of my own and they are oh so precious. At about the size of a kitten these sweethearts are all the rage in Paris and will not bite your fingers off like an owl.

5) Anything and everything exotic is in this year. Trade in your last year's leather Abott and Abott boots for handmade dragon-hide and silk pumps from Fiji. Oh and don't forget to pick up a pair of bamboo and Diricrawl feather Hindi (a muggle religion for those who do not stay awake during Muggle Studies) inspired sandals from Hindi & M; a must have for lounging by the lake.

My list could go on forever but I figure I'd better not make you anymore jealous of me.

your o-mail

Q:Dear GG,

My friends are absolutely no help! I have been having a lot of arguments with my girlfriend lately. We mostly argue about school and recently we decided to officially end our relationship but I am still madly in love with her. How can I stop thinking about her? Was I wrong to breakup with her?

- Dateless and In Denial

A: Dear DaID

Do I really need to spell it out for you? I guess I do. Find another girl. You do not have to get married to her or get each other's names muggle tattooed on your arm or anything. Summer is almost over so have yourself one last fling. Maybe we can meet up during the school year if you are cute.

- GG

Q: Dear GG,

As a Hogwart's alum I expected at least an invite to the W's wedding shower. I have known the family for ages and did not even get a notice that B and the future Mrs. W were getting married! It is going to be the biggest wedding of the year! How can I score an invite to the wedding? Or at least the reception?

- Social Outcast.

A: Dear SO,

Although I cannot get you an invitation I can promise you that you are not the only social outcast. I of course have been invited to the über exclusive wedding but you will be among the majority of the Wizarding World not going to the soirée. My advice for you is pick up next weeks Witch Weekly and mope with your friends. Maybe I will send you a piece of the wedding cake.

- GG

sightings

HP waiting outside of Le Canard for three hours waiting for G to show up. Did he really think she was going to show up? He is thicker than I thought. We still love him though. G curled up on a friends sofa in new Hermes sweat-suit. Obviously shopping does not always make a girl feel better after a break up. Extremely pissed F and G out drinking with B. With only a few more days as a bachelor, brotherly bonding is of the utmost importance. The future Mrs. W and H making some last preparations for the big day at Flourish and Blotts. H is working herself to death for that veela. She is going to need a vacation from her vacation. Broom trip anyone?

It is going to be a hectic last few weeks of summer. I expect everyone to party hard and still look beautiful in September. It is getting late and yours truly needs her beauty sleep. I promise to describe all the drama that goes on at the W wedding. With HP, R, H, and G all in the wedding party how could there not be drama?

You know you love me,

Gossip Girl

"They will be here any second! George, Fred, whoever you are! Quit standing around and do something useful for once! Move the armchair away from the fireplace. Is the food ready, they are bound to be hungry!" Mrs. Weasley rolled up her sleeves and waved her wand around attempting to make the house cleaner than it already was. She had spent the past two days preparing for the arrival of her brother and his family. Everything was ready for the wedding, every detail down to the color of the candles used for the reception. The Weasleys would actually have a few days to relax before the rehearsal dinner and ceremony.

Ginny and Hermione stood off to the side sipping iced coffee, Ginny had made hers into a cocktail, even though it was barely two thirty in the afternoon. "Who is arriving again?" Hermione knew of course, she just did not like the awkward silence. Ginny had not said much in the past week since she officially broke things off with Harry after skipping their dinner date.

"My cousins, Chase and Cat, and their parents, my Aunt Heather and Uncle Flynn." Ginny answered coldly and became silent again. Her gaze moved towards the stairs leading upstairs. Harry and Ron would be down in a few minutes to meet the family.

Hermione felt awkward again and attempted to start a conversation with her best friend once more. "How are you related to them?" She slid her feet in and out of her D&G flip flops.

"My mum is Uncle Flynn's sister. She is his younger sister." Ginny took a sip from her cocktail and licked her lips which were slathered with W.A.C lip-gloss in Georgia Peach.

"I bet they have that wild Weasley hair." Hermione could wait until the Rowleys arrived. Maybe then the house would not be so quiet.

"No. Chase has brown hair, like my Aunt. Cat had strawberry blonde hair, but it never has like ours. Uncle Flynn's hair is gray now. Chase is brilliant at Quidditch though." Finally! A topic Ginny might actually want to talk about.

Or not. Seeing as a certain Mr. Potter also plays Quidditch.

Mrs. Weasley marched into the kitchen, grabbed Ginny's glass and drank the rest. "Gin be a dear whip me up one of these will ya love." Ginny slunk over to the kitchen counter as Harry and Ron came clomping down the stairs. In a matter of seconds the entire extended Weasley family were crowded around the kitchen table. No one said a word. Between the stress of the wedding and the mess of Harry's and Ginny's relationship, no one wanted to talk. A few minutes passed until the sound of a vase crashing to the floor broke the silence.

"Merlin! Damn armchair." Thunk. Something hit the leather armchair next to the fireplace.

"Chase watch your language!"

Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "Fred I thought you had moved that."