A/N: So honestly, I feel a little cheap for posting two short, kind-of-funny chapters back-to-back when I'm capable of much better work, but I have this really huge paper to do today and that's occupying most of my brain capacity right now, so humor is about all I can do.

Also, have I mentioned that my Creative Writing II professor has given me straight C's on all my work so far this semester? I handed him a piece of writing that earned me an A in my CW1 class, and this guy gave me a C on it. I'm beginning to see him as the Snape to my Harry. My friend suggested I print out this story and my reviews for him, but alas, Snape-man sees Fan Fiction as unoriginal and a complete waste of time. (P.S. The CW1 teacher thought FF was about the coolest thing EVER, but that was loooonnnnggg before I started reading or writing any.)

And I'm willing to bet that I'll be able to pump out another of these short & sweet chapters in the process of my procrastination or when my brain begins to hurt from all the research on Neoclassicism, so read, review, and look for more later.

And now that I've just about concluded the longest author's note ever, a huge shout out goes out to everyone who's taken the time to review!! Seriously, you make my day.

Skilled

"I can't believe Fred is taking Angelina to the ball," Lee moaned.

"I know," George agreed absentmindedly. It was true: he couldn't believe it. But he didn't want to keep hearing about it either.

"She's the best looking girl in our year – maybe even in the school. And she's brilliant at Quidditch."

"I know," George said again.

"And she just said yes, just like that?"

"Yeah."

"Blimey." Lee said. "It's probably just because I didn't ask her first. I'll bet she thought she should just say yes to the first bloke who asked her just so she wouldn't end up dateless."

"Maybe." George knew that this wasn't true. Angelina could have gotten anyone she'd wanted to take her to the ball. She would have never ended up alone, and if somehow she had, she wasn't the type of girl to mind. But if George went along with the logic that she'd only said yes to Fred because he'd been the first to ask her, it meant that, as much as he hated himself for not being the one to ask first, at least Angelina wasn't going with Fred because she liked him better. George really didn't want her to like Fred better. It wasn't that he fancied Angelina. He just didn't like the idea of Angelina fancying Fred.

"Who are you going with then?" Lee asked, interrupting George's thoughts.

"Alicia."

"You've asked her already?"

"No," George answered dully. "She asked me."

"Fair enough. I guess that leaves me with Katie then."

George snorted. "What makes you so sure she'll have you?"

"Well if you lot can get dates that easily, I expect it can't be that difficult. Or I can always ask your sister. Only joking!" he quickly added as George narrowed his eyes irritably. "Though, I guess if Katie is taken I can always ask a younger girl. They're probably all lined up waiting for some charming older student like myself to ask them."

"There's the fearless Gryffindor coming out in you."

"Says the bloke who's letting his twin brother take the girl of our dreams to the ball."

"Speak for yourself," George said. "I'm quite happy to go with Alicia. And judging by the fact that she asked me, I'd say the feeling is mutual. That leaves you in the same class as my little brother, mate."

"But I, unlike Ron, am skilled with women."

George laughed. "Says the bloke who's letting his best mates take the best women to the ball."

"I should go ask Katie then."

"Probably," said George, laughing as he watched Lee clamber out the portrait hole before he was too late. George still felt that his twin had made out best in the way of dates, but he couldn't complain.

Haha Lee thinks he's got game.

Okay, so yeah, I'm admitting that chapter really wasn't that great. But at least now we know that George went to the ball with Alicia (shocker, I know). Sorry to all you George/Pigwidgeon shippers out there.

Reviews would be awesome, especially since they'll distract me from my ridiculously boring paper.

much love,
danielle.