Basic Information: The Rating is PG13, there is SLASH in this, so be warned! Run away, little children, run away! These are not my characters; they're JK Rowling's...blippity blah blah.
Summary: Alicia Spinnet wishes for something...someone...in diary form.
Note of the Author: This is a pairing of Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet. Don't fall off the cart, boys and girls. Stay on the turnip cart.
Notice: This was originally posted by Winter_Solstice, but she asked me to keep it here, under my pen name. If you don't like that, too bad. Life's a bitch.
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Tip of the Iceberg
By Rhi
Dear Diary,
I am officially screwed over. I mean, is this normal for teenage girls? Am I sick in the mind or something? Did getting hit in the head with Bludgers once too many times damage the few brain cells I have?
See, the problem is I find myself disgusted with Lee Jordan. Kissing him is like smashing my lips against two warm, soggy, liver-flavored pieces of raw meat. Frankly, I'd rather write a three-scroll assignment on the course of Jupiter during the month of December than "snog", as Fred puts it.
I don't hate Lee, but he just isn't interesting anymore. He's told me all about himself, kissed me more than ten times, and gone to the Yule Ball with me. What else does he want? He needs to grasp the concept that I'm tired of being his girlfriend and want to move on.
Move on where? Lately, I've been thinking of a certain someone. Nicely tanned skin, glacier-blue eyes, and long hair pulled back in a ponytail. Need more hints? I'll tell you. It's Katie Bell. She's on my mind the instant I wake up, right before I go to sleep, and sometimes, even during the night.
I don't know how it started. I knew her a few years ago, duh, she's a Gryffindor, but I wasn't close to her. Now, I start noticing her all around, talking to friends or walking down the hall. It's driving me crazy!
I don't even know WHY I like her. It's not like she's attractive, or an exceptional student, or even particularly nice. I guess it's just bad luck and the fact that she:
1) has these startling blue eyes that grab attention
2) plays the best damn Quidditch I've ever seen
3) is kind of distant ~oo...sexy~, doesn't talk much, has an inferiority complex (which I do not always find attractive, but...), has a lot of friends, and tense, a little angsty.
I've got to figure out what to do. Should I ignore this? I know it's not going to go anywhere. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I'm so confused.
Alicia
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"Alicia? ALICIA!"
*wakes up* "What?"
"Is there any reason you're not doing anything?"
"Huh? Oh, right. Quidditch. Right." *laughs nervously, heads for the Quaffle*
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Dear Diary,
It was so embarrassing! I hope no one noticed except for George. Hmm... Maybe that's a bad thing. George is way too manipulative right now, if he finds out, either the whole school will find out, or I'll be paying him to keep his mouth shut.
There's nothing wrong with watching Katie, right? Nothing wrong at all. It's perfectly normal to watch Katie zooming around on her broom, to watch her do those crazy spins away from the Bludgers. I'm not weird for concentrating more on the bounce of her ponytail than the game, right? It's not crazy to look on as she throws her slightly speckled arms up in the air while she celebrates a goal, laughing, screaming with joy, those blue eyes glinting with- Oh, shit. I'm doing it again. I'm acting all romantic.
Come on, Alicia, think of something else. Like...like what? I can't think of anything else!
Alicia
***
"Alicia! Wait up!"
*turns around, nervously backs off* "Oh, hi."
"Well, what do you think?"
"What are you talking abou- Oh my god!" *THUD*
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Dear Diary,
You're not going to believe this. Lee, in a fruitless and pathetic attempt to impress me, shaved all the dreadlocks off. Where there was a tangled mess of dirt brown hair, there's a speckled baldhead. Not appealing if you're trying to act like you still adore this skinhead. To make things worse, Lee's head is bumpy, and a rash is beginning to develop the back of his head. Eewww...
She, on the other hand, had all her golden brown hair in a half upsweep. Nothing totally bizarre or disgusting. I noticed she's streaked the front of her hair red. Very appealing, I assure you.
I am in a considerable dilemma over what to do about Katie. I should tell someone. But who?
Alicia
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Dear Diary,
I tried. I really did. I couldn't think of anyone in seventh year who I would talk to, so I went to someone I thought could help. Hermione.
I thought I could just tell her my problem and she'd help somehow, but the moment I faced those gray eyes, I knew instantly she couldn't help. How the hell is a sixth year I barely know going to assist me with my romantic problems?
She faced me and said, "What's going on?" I couldn't answer; my body totally froze up. I think I said something like, "Aaaaahhh..."
I have never felt so stupid. That's only the tip of the iceberg. I find myself actually waiting outside her classes, staying up late to watch her sleeping in her golden curtained bed... My friends have noticed- they say I don't act like I usually do. This secret will either explode...or implode...
Alicia
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Note of the Author II: Well, how is it? Does it totally suck? Is it okay? You actually *gasp* like it? A review would be nice, you know. I am not receiving ANY reviews whatsoever. Hello, people reading this, I don't want to be a bother, but I NEED INPUT!
Oh, by the way, what should happen? Talk to me, people. I want to know what you want. I already have the end defined, but any anecdotes or little details you want that would add I'd probably do. Okay?
Summary: Alicia Spinnet wishes for something...someone...in diary form.
Note of the Author: This is a pairing of Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet. Don't fall off the cart, boys and girls. Stay on the turnip cart.
Notice: This was originally posted by Winter_Solstice, but she asked me to keep it here, under my pen name. If you don't like that, too bad. Life's a bitch.
***
Tip of the Iceberg
By Rhi
Dear Diary,
I am officially screwed over. I mean, is this normal for teenage girls? Am I sick in the mind or something? Did getting hit in the head with Bludgers once too many times damage the few brain cells I have?
See, the problem is I find myself disgusted with Lee Jordan. Kissing him is like smashing my lips against two warm, soggy, liver-flavored pieces of raw meat. Frankly, I'd rather write a three-scroll assignment on the course of Jupiter during the month of December than "snog", as Fred puts it.
I don't hate Lee, but he just isn't interesting anymore. He's told me all about himself, kissed me more than ten times, and gone to the Yule Ball with me. What else does he want? He needs to grasp the concept that I'm tired of being his girlfriend and want to move on.
Move on where? Lately, I've been thinking of a certain someone. Nicely tanned skin, glacier-blue eyes, and long hair pulled back in a ponytail. Need more hints? I'll tell you. It's Katie Bell. She's on my mind the instant I wake up, right before I go to sleep, and sometimes, even during the night.
I don't know how it started. I knew her a few years ago, duh, she's a Gryffindor, but I wasn't close to her. Now, I start noticing her all around, talking to friends or walking down the hall. It's driving me crazy!
I don't even know WHY I like her. It's not like she's attractive, or an exceptional student, or even particularly nice. I guess it's just bad luck and the fact that she:
1) has these startling blue eyes that grab attention
2) plays the best damn Quidditch I've ever seen
3) is kind of distant ~oo...sexy~, doesn't talk much, has an inferiority complex (which I do not always find attractive, but...), has a lot of friends, and tense, a little angsty.
I've got to figure out what to do. Should I ignore this? I know it's not going to go anywhere. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I'm so confused.
Alicia
***
"Alicia? ALICIA!"
*wakes up* "What?"
"Is there any reason you're not doing anything?"
"Huh? Oh, right. Quidditch. Right." *laughs nervously, heads for the Quaffle*
***
Dear Diary,
It was so embarrassing! I hope no one noticed except for George. Hmm... Maybe that's a bad thing. George is way too manipulative right now, if he finds out, either the whole school will find out, or I'll be paying him to keep his mouth shut.
There's nothing wrong with watching Katie, right? Nothing wrong at all. It's perfectly normal to watch Katie zooming around on her broom, to watch her do those crazy spins away from the Bludgers. I'm not weird for concentrating more on the bounce of her ponytail than the game, right? It's not crazy to look on as she throws her slightly speckled arms up in the air while she celebrates a goal, laughing, screaming with joy, those blue eyes glinting with- Oh, shit. I'm doing it again. I'm acting all romantic.
Come on, Alicia, think of something else. Like...like what? I can't think of anything else!
Alicia
***
"Alicia! Wait up!"
*turns around, nervously backs off* "Oh, hi."
"Well, what do you think?"
"What are you talking abou- Oh my god!" *THUD*
***
Dear Diary,
You're not going to believe this. Lee, in a fruitless and pathetic attempt to impress me, shaved all the dreadlocks off. Where there was a tangled mess of dirt brown hair, there's a speckled baldhead. Not appealing if you're trying to act like you still adore this skinhead. To make things worse, Lee's head is bumpy, and a rash is beginning to develop the back of his head. Eewww...
She, on the other hand, had all her golden brown hair in a half upsweep. Nothing totally bizarre or disgusting. I noticed she's streaked the front of her hair red. Very appealing, I assure you.
I am in a considerable dilemma over what to do about Katie. I should tell someone. But who?
Alicia
***
Dear Diary,
I tried. I really did. I couldn't think of anyone in seventh year who I would talk to, so I went to someone I thought could help. Hermione.
I thought I could just tell her my problem and she'd help somehow, but the moment I faced those gray eyes, I knew instantly she couldn't help. How the hell is a sixth year I barely know going to assist me with my romantic problems?
She faced me and said, "What's going on?" I couldn't answer; my body totally froze up. I think I said something like, "Aaaaahhh..."
I have never felt so stupid. That's only the tip of the iceberg. I find myself actually waiting outside her classes, staying up late to watch her sleeping in her golden curtained bed... My friends have noticed- they say I don't act like I usually do. This secret will either explode...or implode...
Alicia
***
Note of the Author II: Well, how is it? Does it totally suck? Is it okay? You actually *gasp* like it? A review would be nice, you know. I am not receiving ANY reviews whatsoever. Hello, people reading this, I don't want to be a bother, but I NEED INPUT!
Oh, by the way, what should happen? Talk to me, people. I want to know what you want. I already have the end defined, but any anecdotes or little details you want that would add I'd probably do. Okay?