Lady Katie: My Story
A/N: Hey… read… enjoy…. Thanks…
Katie Bell--17--7th Year
Alec Bell--17--7th Year
Nate- Bell-18--Grad--one year older
Cooper Bell--14--4th Year
Billie Bell--12--2nd Year
Fred Weasly--17--7th Year
Angelina Johnson--17--7th Year
Alicia Spinnet--17--7th Year
George Weasly--17--7th Year
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There was nothing quite like the rush I got when I whipped through the air on my Nimbus 2004, soaring above the clouds and past the rooftop of my home as my brothers tried fruitlessly to stop me. But when I had the Quaffle in my hands, I was truly invincible; no man alive, let alone brother, could stop me when I grasped it in my hands and soared twoard the goal post.
Being a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team was my life; when I was forced to stay home in the summer I'd practice, so I spent about half of my life on a broom. My family wasn't poor, but we weren't rich either; after all, my father raised my four brothers and I alone, so it wasn't like me to buy fantastically new brooms. The Nimbus 2004 was a present for entering my final year at Hogwarts with longstanding perfect marks.
My four brothers were Nate, Alec, Cooper, and Billie. Nate was a year older than I, and wicked funny. He was not very talented in the Quidditch area but he always helped me practice. Alec was my twin brother; we were born on the the 1st of September, and so we were at least a few months older than most of our friends. He was a very practical guy, but he was my best friend, and an awesome Beater for Ravenclaw. Billie was twelve and entering his second year; he was a bold, outgoing fellow that is more of a Quidditch fan than a player; he is however, the best amateur Keeper I had seen since Oliver Wood. Cooper was entering his 4th year, and he was quite the socialite. Everybody knew him, and he seemed to bask in it... only his family knew how truly humble he was!
I did have a sister, in a way. She was my other best friend, Angelina. Angelina Johnson played Chaser with me and Alicia Spinnet on Gryffindor. Angelina was one of the most energetic people I knew. She had dark, bouncy curls that danced whenever she jumped around; she was always on the move.
It was summer before my 7th year and I was out with Alec, Nate, Billie, and Cooper practicing high above our backyard for the impending Quidditch season. I had the Quaffle in my clutches, but I could feel Cooper's breath on my neck, he was so close. I was almost at the goal, the yards closing and Billie had lowered his shoulders, ready to block. I caught my breath, ready and willing. The Quaffle soared--the moment frozen in time--Billie reached... and GOAL! The ball sailed through the circular post as Billie grimaced in grim defeat.
"Nice!" Nate congratulated, as we did our victory flight, and I beamed. I was getting stronger as a player. I could do anything. Anything on the Quidditch field, that is.
"Dinner!" my dad called from the open window of the kitchen. My dad, Henry, worked for a branch of the Ministry of Magic that invented things to sell to Muggles, them not knowing that it was magicked. They just explain it by saying something about gears and colored wires connecting. Most of the time he got to stay at home, like the role of a mother in the usual Muggle household.
"Race ya!" I challenged, and before any of my brothers could reply I dashed off on my broom, the four following suit. I swooped through the window narrowly, barely missing a head-on collision with the toaster. I landed hard, dusted off, and met my father's scolding eyes.
"Katie, if I've told you once I've told you a million times," he chided, wiping his hands on an already used napkin, "no landing indoors, hear me?"
"Yes, dad," I grumbled, placing my broom by the mantle and taking my respected seat at the table. Alec, Nate, Billie, and Cooper joined a moment later by means of the front door. My father plopped a plate of meatloaf in the center of the table; several groans were omitted by us five.
"Hey, if you don't like it why don't you try cooking dinner?" he reasoned, knowing what our responses would be. We reluctantly dug in, and were suprised when Dad sat down with us. He usually ate before.
"What's up, Dad?" Nate asked through a mouthful of meatloaf and mixed vegetables.
"Chew with your mouth closed," our father spewed out automatically. "Kids, we need to talk." I got this feeling of dread in my whole body... Last time "we needed to talk," our Aunt Jessamine had died and before that our mother. "As you know," he began, clearing his throat, "we are not made of money. I have you five on my hands, and I love you all very much." Uh-oh, this was worse than I thought. "We're barely scraping by paying Nate's tuition to London Wizarding University, and Alec and Katie, you guys are headed to college next year. And then we have Billie and Cooper..." He trailed off, knowing that we knew what he was getting at.
"I won't go to college," I spoke up, suddenly, feeling terribly morbid with those words.
"Don't be stupid," Alec said, just as bleakly. "You're bloody brilliant. I'll stay home."
"Stop that!" Dad insisted; we could hear the tension and pressure rising in his voice. "All of you are going! We just... need to cut back on expenses, that's all." He looked up hopefully toward Alec and I as he added, "It wouldn't hurt if you were getting scholarships either."
My twin and I nodded in unison, a pressure amounting on my shoulders that I had never felt before. "Okay," I said shakily, trying to force more meatloaf down my throat. "I don't see why we can't... right, Alec?" He seemed to swallow in agreeal.
Our thoughts were distracted as a horribly small and feeble owl starting tapping exuberantly on the window pane. I jumped up from my seat, appreciating the disruption, and opened it up for the owl to fly inside. It perched on our table, let me remove the note it had, and waited wiyh satisfaction.
"Kay," it began, and I already knew who it was from. Fred Weasly always called me Kay. I think he was too lazy to say the second syllable. "Meet me at the Burrow tomorrow. We can go to Diagon Alley together. George will of course come too, you can invite Angelina or someone. Signed, Fred."
I looked to my dad anxiously. "Can I, please, Dad?"
"I guess," he said, shrugging, "but you have to take Alec, Billie, and Cooper with you."
"Daaaaaaad!" I whined, knowing that I was not acting my age, but I didn't care. "I want to go with my friends!" Alec shot me a glare. "Well, Alec's our friend, he can come," I added quickly to appease my twin. He seemed compensated by this.
"Either you two take Billie and Cooper or you don't go at all," he stated again, matter-of-factly.
"Oh, fine!" I groaned, sinking back into my seat. It wasn't very fun to hang out with your friends while your two little brothers hung at your heels. Nevertheless, it was better than not going at all, so I cleared my spot, excused myself, and scribbled a note to Fred
"Fred~ Sure, I'd love to. Alec is coming and we have to bring Cooper and Billie. I'm writing Angelina right now, I should get a response in a few hours. Thanks~ Katie." I sealed the note and attatched it to the leg of the owl that had been waiting triumphantly and patiently downstairs.
After writing off an invitation to Angie, I began quickly stuffing my suitcase with odds and ends I needed for school.
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The first person I saw was Fred or George--either one--as I approached the Diagon Alley fountains with my baggage of three brothers. It's easy to spot the Weaslys--just look for lots of red, and Fred and George are the tallest. With the twins were their mother, a short, rather plump lady, their younger brother Ron, who was in his 5th year I believe, and Ginny was his sister in 4th. "I'm tired, Katie," Billie whined in a very annoying tone.
"Quiet," I snapped, and then turned on a smile as the Weaslys caught sight of us. "Hey Fred! George!"
"Hey Kay," one said casually, and I immediately labeled him as Fred. "Hey, Alec, what's hanging?" Fred did this goofy handshake thing with my brother that I never understood. Alec just would say "it's a guy thing" or something like that.
"Good to see you, Katie," George smiled, and he nodded in recognition toward Billie and Cooper. "Did you guys have a decent summer?"
"If you're asking if we received your exploding licorice, yes we did!" I laughed when I noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. He snorted with laughter.
"Dad nearly blew a casket!" Cooper chimed in, obviously enjoying the fact that he was having a legitimate conversation with older kids. This encouraged more laughter, and I felt a strong body lean against my shoulder.
"What's so funny?" the body, whose breath smelled like spices, asked me. I nudged it off playfully.
"Just the exploding licorice," I giggled, but I tried to stop. I sounded like an idiot when I giggled, a blithering, ignorant idiot. "Dad went crazy when the inside juices stained the kitchen rug."
"Oh, hello dears!" I found myself being wrapped in a plush hug. The hugger drew away and I saw the kind round face of Mrs. Weasly, beaming at my arrival. "How have you been? My sons, they haven't stopped talking about you."
I blushed and almost sang in joy when I was saved from any reply by a chirpy voice. "I'm here! The party can start!" I immediately recognized the voice by its bubbliness.
"Angelina!" I turned around, overly excited to see my best friend.
"Hey, Lady Katie!" she replied with the same cheerfulness and we hugged tightly. Lady Katie is her nickname for me, simply because it rhymed. "You got taller, girl!"
"You too." We slowly appraised each other, then burst out laughing. Alec and the twins muttered something about silly girls and Billie and Cooper hung in the back.
"H--hi, Cooper," came the shy voice of Ginny Weasly. I nudged Cooper when he didn't reply.
"Oh, uh hey... Ginny, right?" he said dully, uninterested.
"Y--yes," she said quietly, a tinge of pink swallowing her cheeks. Neither said anything, so Ginny went back to her spot by Ron. Ron, meanwhile, was talking to Harry Potter (or as he's called, "The Boy who Lived." Harry was the best Seeker on Gryffindor I had ever seen and a really sweet kid) and Hermione Granger (she was a bit of a know-it-all, which could be irritating, but she meant well).
After reminiscing about the previous year and buying all of our necessary supplies, we were ready to meet the train for Hogwarts. At Platform 9 3/4 I took shaky breaths as I prepared to walk through to the magical train. It would be my last time. My last year. My last chance. The ominous feeling was mutual; I felt two shaky, clammy hands clasp mine: Angelina's and Alec's. Our hearts skipped a beat together, and we walked through the barrier to our last year as kids.
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Hello, I hope you like. If enough of you review and like, I guess I'll continue. I will prob change the title, too, since I didn't have any ideas.
A/N: Hey… read… enjoy…. Thanks…
Katie Bell--17--7th Year
Alec Bell--17--7th Year
Nate- Bell-18--Grad--one year older
Cooper Bell--14--4th Year
Billie Bell--12--2nd Year
Fred Weasly--17--7th Year
Angelina Johnson--17--7th Year
Alicia Spinnet--17--7th Year
George Weasly--17--7th Year
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There was nothing quite like the rush I got when I whipped through the air on my Nimbus 2004, soaring above the clouds and past the rooftop of my home as my brothers tried fruitlessly to stop me. But when I had the Quaffle in my hands, I was truly invincible; no man alive, let alone brother, could stop me when I grasped it in my hands and soared twoard the goal post.
Being a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team was my life; when I was forced to stay home in the summer I'd practice, so I spent about half of my life on a broom. My family wasn't poor, but we weren't rich either; after all, my father raised my four brothers and I alone, so it wasn't like me to buy fantastically new brooms. The Nimbus 2004 was a present for entering my final year at Hogwarts with longstanding perfect marks.
My four brothers were Nate, Alec, Cooper, and Billie. Nate was a year older than I, and wicked funny. He was not very talented in the Quidditch area but he always helped me practice. Alec was my twin brother; we were born on the the 1st of September, and so we were at least a few months older than most of our friends. He was a very practical guy, but he was my best friend, and an awesome Beater for Ravenclaw. Billie was twelve and entering his second year; he was a bold, outgoing fellow that is more of a Quidditch fan than a player; he is however, the best amateur Keeper I had seen since Oliver Wood. Cooper was entering his 4th year, and he was quite the socialite. Everybody knew him, and he seemed to bask in it... only his family knew how truly humble he was!
I did have a sister, in a way. She was my other best friend, Angelina. Angelina Johnson played Chaser with me and Alicia Spinnet on Gryffindor. Angelina was one of the most energetic people I knew. She had dark, bouncy curls that danced whenever she jumped around; she was always on the move.
It was summer before my 7th year and I was out with Alec, Nate, Billie, and Cooper practicing high above our backyard for the impending Quidditch season. I had the Quaffle in my clutches, but I could feel Cooper's breath on my neck, he was so close. I was almost at the goal, the yards closing and Billie had lowered his shoulders, ready to block. I caught my breath, ready and willing. The Quaffle soared--the moment frozen in time--Billie reached... and GOAL! The ball sailed through the circular post as Billie grimaced in grim defeat.
"Nice!" Nate congratulated, as we did our victory flight, and I beamed. I was getting stronger as a player. I could do anything. Anything on the Quidditch field, that is.
"Dinner!" my dad called from the open window of the kitchen. My dad, Henry, worked for a branch of the Ministry of Magic that invented things to sell to Muggles, them not knowing that it was magicked. They just explain it by saying something about gears and colored wires connecting. Most of the time he got to stay at home, like the role of a mother in the usual Muggle household.
"Race ya!" I challenged, and before any of my brothers could reply I dashed off on my broom, the four following suit. I swooped through the window narrowly, barely missing a head-on collision with the toaster. I landed hard, dusted off, and met my father's scolding eyes.
"Katie, if I've told you once I've told you a million times," he chided, wiping his hands on an already used napkin, "no landing indoors, hear me?"
"Yes, dad," I grumbled, placing my broom by the mantle and taking my respected seat at the table. Alec, Nate, Billie, and Cooper joined a moment later by means of the front door. My father plopped a plate of meatloaf in the center of the table; several groans were omitted by us five.
"Hey, if you don't like it why don't you try cooking dinner?" he reasoned, knowing what our responses would be. We reluctantly dug in, and were suprised when Dad sat down with us. He usually ate before.
"What's up, Dad?" Nate asked through a mouthful of meatloaf and mixed vegetables.
"Chew with your mouth closed," our father spewed out automatically. "Kids, we need to talk." I got this feeling of dread in my whole body... Last time "we needed to talk," our Aunt Jessamine had died and before that our mother. "As you know," he began, clearing his throat, "we are not made of money. I have you five on my hands, and I love you all very much." Uh-oh, this was worse than I thought. "We're barely scraping by paying Nate's tuition to London Wizarding University, and Alec and Katie, you guys are headed to college next year. And then we have Billie and Cooper..." He trailed off, knowing that we knew what he was getting at.
"I won't go to college," I spoke up, suddenly, feeling terribly morbid with those words.
"Don't be stupid," Alec said, just as bleakly. "You're bloody brilliant. I'll stay home."
"Stop that!" Dad insisted; we could hear the tension and pressure rising in his voice. "All of you are going! We just... need to cut back on expenses, that's all." He looked up hopefully toward Alec and I as he added, "It wouldn't hurt if you were getting scholarships either."
My twin and I nodded in unison, a pressure amounting on my shoulders that I had never felt before. "Okay," I said shakily, trying to force more meatloaf down my throat. "I don't see why we can't... right, Alec?" He seemed to swallow in agreeal.
Our thoughts were distracted as a horribly small and feeble owl starting tapping exuberantly on the window pane. I jumped up from my seat, appreciating the disruption, and opened it up for the owl to fly inside. It perched on our table, let me remove the note it had, and waited wiyh satisfaction.
"Kay," it began, and I already knew who it was from. Fred Weasly always called me Kay. I think he was too lazy to say the second syllable. "Meet me at the Burrow tomorrow. We can go to Diagon Alley together. George will of course come too, you can invite Angelina or someone. Signed, Fred."
I looked to my dad anxiously. "Can I, please, Dad?"
"I guess," he said, shrugging, "but you have to take Alec, Billie, and Cooper with you."
"Daaaaaaad!" I whined, knowing that I was not acting my age, but I didn't care. "I want to go with my friends!" Alec shot me a glare. "Well, Alec's our friend, he can come," I added quickly to appease my twin. He seemed compensated by this.
"Either you two take Billie and Cooper or you don't go at all," he stated again, matter-of-factly.
"Oh, fine!" I groaned, sinking back into my seat. It wasn't very fun to hang out with your friends while your two little brothers hung at your heels. Nevertheless, it was better than not going at all, so I cleared my spot, excused myself, and scribbled a note to Fred
"Fred~ Sure, I'd love to. Alec is coming and we have to bring Cooper and Billie. I'm writing Angelina right now, I should get a response in a few hours. Thanks~ Katie." I sealed the note and attatched it to the leg of the owl that had been waiting triumphantly and patiently downstairs.
After writing off an invitation to Angie, I began quickly stuffing my suitcase with odds and ends I needed for school.
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The first person I saw was Fred or George--either one--as I approached the Diagon Alley fountains with my baggage of three brothers. It's easy to spot the Weaslys--just look for lots of red, and Fred and George are the tallest. With the twins were their mother, a short, rather plump lady, their younger brother Ron, who was in his 5th year I believe, and Ginny was his sister in 4th. "I'm tired, Katie," Billie whined in a very annoying tone.
"Quiet," I snapped, and then turned on a smile as the Weaslys caught sight of us. "Hey Fred! George!"
"Hey Kay," one said casually, and I immediately labeled him as Fred. "Hey, Alec, what's hanging?" Fred did this goofy handshake thing with my brother that I never understood. Alec just would say "it's a guy thing" or something like that.
"Good to see you, Katie," George smiled, and he nodded in recognition toward Billie and Cooper. "Did you guys have a decent summer?"
"If you're asking if we received your exploding licorice, yes we did!" I laughed when I noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. He snorted with laughter.
"Dad nearly blew a casket!" Cooper chimed in, obviously enjoying the fact that he was having a legitimate conversation with older kids. This encouraged more laughter, and I felt a strong body lean against my shoulder.
"What's so funny?" the body, whose breath smelled like spices, asked me. I nudged it off playfully.
"Just the exploding licorice," I giggled, but I tried to stop. I sounded like an idiot when I giggled, a blithering, ignorant idiot. "Dad went crazy when the inside juices stained the kitchen rug."
"Oh, hello dears!" I found myself being wrapped in a plush hug. The hugger drew away and I saw the kind round face of Mrs. Weasly, beaming at my arrival. "How have you been? My sons, they haven't stopped talking about you."
I blushed and almost sang in joy when I was saved from any reply by a chirpy voice. "I'm here! The party can start!" I immediately recognized the voice by its bubbliness.
"Angelina!" I turned around, overly excited to see my best friend.
"Hey, Lady Katie!" she replied with the same cheerfulness and we hugged tightly. Lady Katie is her nickname for me, simply because it rhymed. "You got taller, girl!"
"You too." We slowly appraised each other, then burst out laughing. Alec and the twins muttered something about silly girls and Billie and Cooper hung in the back.
"H--hi, Cooper," came the shy voice of Ginny Weasly. I nudged Cooper when he didn't reply.
"Oh, uh hey... Ginny, right?" he said dully, uninterested.
"Y--yes," she said quietly, a tinge of pink swallowing her cheeks. Neither said anything, so Ginny went back to her spot by Ron. Ron, meanwhile, was talking to Harry Potter (or as he's called, "The Boy who Lived." Harry was the best Seeker on Gryffindor I had ever seen and a really sweet kid) and Hermione Granger (she was a bit of a know-it-all, which could be irritating, but she meant well).
After reminiscing about the previous year and buying all of our necessary supplies, we were ready to meet the train for Hogwarts. At Platform 9 3/4 I took shaky breaths as I prepared to walk through to the magical train. It would be my last time. My last year. My last chance. The ominous feeling was mutual; I felt two shaky, clammy hands clasp mine: Angelina's and Alec's. Our hearts skipped a beat together, and we walked through the barrier to our last year as kids.
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Hello, I hope you like. If enough of you review and like, I guess I'll continue. I will prob change the title, too, since I didn't have any ideas.