Name: Katie
Age: 16
Hair: Uh, Audrey Hepburn "Breakfast at Tiffanies" sort of do. The amount of hairspray Ange put in it's got me off slightly balance.
Mood: Currently not in the mood.
Location: Common Room stairs, Wood's 18th Party

Where the frick is Wood? It's supposed to be his freaking party, after all. I let Ange and Leesh dress me up for it and everything. And by 'let' I mean I was bribed, cajoled, blackmailed and generally forced into a black dress and kitten heels. I don't know what exactly 'kitten' heels are, but I'm assured they're not for stomping on kittens. Allegedly (and I am highly sceptical of this claim) they will ensure I will not fall over/flash anyone/trip/break my ankle. Pretty big ask for a high heel shoe, if you ask me.

'Come on Katie' Ange had said in her stupid, mature, logical voice, (playing it over in my head I'm making it sound high-pitched and whiney though) 'Wood's been really down since the game. This party wasn't even his idea – it was Fred and George's – so give him a break.'

So here I am, at the Common Room stairs, surveying the crowd for Wood. No sign of his perfectly chaotic hair anywhere. Apparently that bloody flying Scotsman doesn't even want to be at his own party. Well fine; that makes two of us.

That's it – I was going to the library to study. Maybe if I scrape through a few subjects, my mother will let me stay on the team. Just quietly, I can't foresee that event ever occurring. Oh well, guess there's no point in studying for Divination then. One subject down, like six more to go. At least with everyone partying here, I won't have any distractions in the library. And I will certainly not let myself be distracted by wondering, worrying about and in general daydreaming about a certain Quidditch Captain. All I have to do is make my way past the crowd of hundreds of rowdy Gryffindor's to the Portrait hole, then I'm home free.

Unfortunately, I didn't even get that far – as I was descending down the staircase someone (and I have a distinct feeling it was one or both of the Weasely twins) wolf-whistled, so naturally I blushed, panicked, tried to evade notice and ended up missing a stair with my stupid cat-heel thing and plunged down the rest of the staircase. Thankfully, someone was there to catch me. Someone with a nice, warm, muscular chest, by the feel of it. I pried open my eyes and detached myself from their chest (somewhat reluctantly, because it was a very nice chest). I looked up to see who caught me. Wood. Guess I found him. Looks like all I needed to do was throw myself down a staircase.

"Er, thanks." I said, trying discretely to check I wasn't flashing (Ange had obviously lied about the kitten heel's magical no-trippy, no-flashing-allowed properties). "Nice save."

"Nothing you can throw at me I can't catch, Bell." Wood said, his charming Scottish grin flashing. But his heart didn't seem in it. His eyes had dark circles surrounding them, and his hair was looking – dare I say it – a bit flat. Ange and Leesh were right: Wood looked like he had been through hell. His eyes roamed around my face like he hadn't seen me in months. With a shock I realised, maybe he hadn't. I didn't know exactly how Cally's drugging had actually worked. After a few moments Wood hadn't released me, and I was a bit too breathless to complain, except Fred and George (damn them and their perceptiveness!) wolf whistled again.

"Er, I have to go and... be somewhere." I said, stepping back. .

"Of course. Yeah." Wood dropped his hands. "Probably best I disappear too. I have no idea what Fred and George's count down timer is going to do once it hits midnight." And with that he melted into the crowd. Damn. Now I was interested. What the Hell was the Weasely's count down timer going to do?

"Way to go!" George appeared out of nowhere and slapped my back. "That's the most he's said to anybody so far, and it's supposed to be his party." I realised I'd forgotten to wish him a happy birthday. Frick. Better go track him down. I won't lie: a small, nosey part of me wanted to see what the count down timer was capable of once it hit midnight.

I'd just escaped having to watch Fred and George imitate me throwing a Beater's bat at Cally (in all fairness it was quite a good shot) when I noticed the Portrait door shut. Wood. I clamoured out of the portrait (stupid dress, stupider heels) to find an empty corridor. Well there hell had Wood gone? I made to storm off towards the staircase towards the Great Hall, my heels clacking awkwardly, then stopped short. Maybe he was sneaking off with a girl? Maybe he doesn't want to be found? I dithered in place like some pathetic fan-girl. Katie Bell, you are the most gormless, chicken-shit girl I have ever met, I thought to myself, knocking my head against the wall. I spun back to the Fat Lady, who was eyeing me with an amused raised eyebrow.

"Sod it all to hell. Grindylungs." I muttered.

"Correct." She beamed, but made no attempt to swing open and admit me.

"Uh. Are you going to let me in?" I asked.

"No." She countered calmly, still beaming. "You think I haven't seen this sort of thing in all my years guarding Gryffindor's portrait hole? Go after him, you silly girl. He turned left into the hidden tapestry."

Honestly, I swear I clacked up and down every corridor both know and unknown to student-kind, looking for Wood. I felt like some tragic dame from a Muggle movie. On the positive side, I think I discovered some passageways even Fred and George don't know about. But I could only go looking for Wood for so long before my feet hurt. Damn it, if he wanted to hide, he could freaking stay hidden. I'm not going on a freaking midnight Easter egg hunt.

Where the Hell would I go if I were Wood? I looked through the window onto the crisp Hogwarts grounds below me. Of course.

The Quidditch Pitch.

No doubt Wood would be there, frantically practising for his final trial with Puddlemere tomorrow. The trial, if he won, that would make him the richest, youngest professional Quidditch player in the world. I debated retrieving my broomstick from my room and helping him practise. After a few hours of practising, maybe we'd be back on talking terms. After practising all night, maybe we'd even be back to the way things were before.

Well, too bloody bad. Reluctantly, I turned from the window and headed for the library. I had tests to study for.

GAH-HA-HA-HA I am evil. But back to two chapters each update, you lucky sods.