This is actually a fairly long chapter. I mean, I think that it might even get over a thousand words once I'm done with this author note.

So. This is what I have to say-

THANK YOU-ALL OF YOU-FOR REVIEWING. Your reviews are what makes this girl happy-sob sob.

I re read my story and realized that I had put that Addie had snogged someone. So, if you read, I have corrected that mistake.

Anyway, onto the story, yeah?

"You know," Lexi told me. "I thought you snogged someone in Fifth year."

"Yeah, well, he stole my first kiss, but not my first snog," I said gloomily, looking over the script. "I found the kiss."

It was worse than I thought.

Amata: Sir Luckless, thou should drink! You deserve it the most!

Altheda: Of course.

Sir Luckless:I shalt, then.

(He jumps into the fountain, and splashes around. When he comes out, his eyes alight on Amata in joy.)

Sir Luckless: My love! Thou art the radiant sunset, and sunrise, with fair beauty unsurpassed.

Amata: Why, thank you, m'lord.

Sir Luckless: Wilt thou not grace me with a kiss?

Amata: Of course.

(They start snogging)

"NOOOOOOOOO" I shouted.

"My love!" James said, leaping from a bench to kneel by my leg. "What is the matter?"

"Oh, shove off James," I said, nudging him away with my foot.

Toby came, looking distressed. "Addie, darling, I just heard that you got Amata, and your friend got Sir Luckless. James, do you mind switching with me for Adeline?"

"My full name isn't Adeline," I said. "It's Addison."

Toby flushed a little bit. "Sorry. Er, my cousin's name is Adeline, and you two look somewhat similar, and so-"

I stood up and started to walk to Toby. "Toby-" And curse me, I slipped on some stones and fell on the ground. "Wa-AGH!"

"Addie!" James said, and raced to my side.

I felt extremely stupid just then. I mean, who slips on stones? However, my head was throbbing and there was an immense amount of pain on my arm. I looked at it and found that Lexi had put her bookbag on it. That's why. Lexi, though she hates to study, has the need to carry her textbooks around all the time.

"Get your bookbag off my arm," I grumbled. "And OW OW OW! My head hurts, Toby, it is not a good time to put it in your lap." Immediately, I flushed, feeling like those words were strangely perverted.

"Sorry," Toby muttered and put me back on the ground.

"OW OW OW, the ground is subtly harder than someone's lap, so if someone would please help me up, I would be glad to go to the hospital!" I snarled. "Sorry. Agonizing pain makes me a bear," I added as an afterthought, realizing that I sounded ungrateful.

"Yes, I found that out in first year," Lexi said.

Professor McGonagall swept down. "What on earth happened, Ms. DeViller?"

"I tripped and fell on the back of my head," I said.

"Yeah, it was like you floated for a second," sniggered James.

"Shut up arse," I snapped at him.

"Ooh, temper temper!"

"Keep from vulgar language in my presence," McGonagall snapped brusquely. "Ms. DeVillers, off to the hospital wing, and Mr. Potter, please go with her."

"Yeah, yeah," James said and helped me up.

"OW!"

"Sorry about that Addie."

"You'll be sorrier when I'm done with you," I said in a low voice.

"Oh? In a broom cupboard?" James asked, with an evil smirk. I yelped and pushed at him.

"NO! NOT THAT! I mean the yelling, screaming, done with you!"

"You can do that in a broom cupboard."

I groaned. "You're impossible."

"Thank you," he said. "And by the way, I love the script."

I punched him in the arm.

"OUCH!"

"HA!"

"POTTER! DEVILLERS! DETENTION!"

"See what you got us into?"

"ME? Potter, it was wholly your fault."

"You keep acting like I'm not a friend of yours."

"Shut up already before we get detention."

"Nah, even Dad got detention sometimes. He says that it's nothing really, but I've gotten it loads more times than he has. I think I ought to get a medal." James puffed his chest out proudly, and flashed me a wicked grin.

"You are impossible," I groaned.

"Why thank you," James said, and winked.

"Ow, ow, ow, hurry up and get me to Madam Pomfrey."

"Poppy? She's nice."

"Poppy? You know her by name?"

"Yeah well, I've seen her enough."

"Have I told you how much I hate you?"

"Not today, no!"

"I hate you."

"Today, yes!"

"Shut up!"

"Ahaha!"

"Shut up!"

"Bwahahah!"

"SHUT UP JAMES SIRIUS POTTER OR I SWEAR, I WILL HEX THE PANTS OFF YOU!"

James gave a wicked grin and I realized that he was going to make another snarky comment. "If you wanted my pants off so bad, you could've just asked."

I yelped. "BAD IMAGES, BAD IMAGES!" and threw my hands over my eyes. "Owwww, my head."

We went into the hospital wing, where Poppy-er, Madam Pomfrey-took care of my wounds and rushed James out.

"I'm going to go talk to Dumbledore, 'kay?" he asked as he was ushered out.

"Fine," I said, drifting off to sleep.

Sort of a weird chapter, but sort of fun to write.

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