A/N: Thanks everyone, well, on w/ it. I only got 7 reviews, I was hoping
for more but I guess I shall continue… I'd like ten per chap, purdy please?
Nah, it's ok.
This should open the floodgates of stupid romance, so read on, read on, read on. If any of u have any suggestions or constructive criticism I would love to hear. Thanks in adavnce. It means a lot that you all enjoyed. I hope this chapter isn't too boring, it might be… be honest, not mean! LOL, thanks and… Luv always, Cho87 (now on with it!)
Disclaimer: I own……. The Bells! (w/ the exception of Katie) Nate, Alec, Cooper, Billie, and Henry, and Wesley DuMonte. Of course, I own this computer, but does that count for anything? Noooooooooooooooooo……………….. Anyway, JK has it, duh, if you didn't know that than you prob can't read so what are you doing this second? Oh, never mind… one of those moods, y'know? I am releasing you of my boring rantings so here's chapter two, hope you like it!
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I sent Cooper and Billie off, and so Fred, George, Angelina, Alec, and I presided over our usual compartment. It was fairly decent in size compared to the others which we enjoyed greatly. Angie and I lay sprawled out on the seats while Fred and George sat on the floor scribbling out ideas for something that didn't interest me much. Alec stared out with the window, oblivious to the compartment's activities. Alec was always a bit spacy.
"Kay?"
"Yep?" I replied drowsily to Fred.
"Which sounds better, an ice gnome or an ice troll center piece?"
"Gnome," I replied automatically, then the reality of the question hit me. "Um, why…?"
The twins sheepishly shrugged and blushed the shade of our Gryffindor scarlet robes. "Uh, McGonnagel, she, er…"
"…made us plan the opening ceremonies dance," George finished, completing his twin's sentence. "I know, it's weird, but she thought it would—"
"'build character'," Fred mimicked, forming cat ears with his hands. I would have laughed but my face and Angie's fell frozen, staring past Fred. He didn't seem to pick up on it. "'Now, if you boys want to be like your brother Percy, then'"
"Er, Fred," George nudged him, and Fred looked up into the glaring green eyes of Professor Minerva McGonnagel.
Fred nearly choked on his own salivary glands. "Oh!" he exclaimed in surprise, all color having drained from the usual blushing face. "H-hello, Professor," he stammered, staring at the floor in suspense of her wrath.
"Mr. Weasly!" she hissed, eyes narrowing. "You be glad the term hasn't begun or I'd have to take substantial amounts of points from my own house, you hear?"
"Uh, sorry ma'am," he gulped, still avoiding her harsh stare. "It, er, won't happen again, promise." She seemed satisfied with his apology and stormed out of the compartment as quickly and suddenly as she had come. "Phew," Fred sighed, collapsing on the floor. "Why didn't any of you tell me she was standing right there?"
"You bloke," Angelina rolled her eyes, blowing an astray lock of her curly dark hair away from her pale face. "As if we didn't clear our throats, like, a million times." I giggled, and Fred began to laugh too. It's often easy to laugh at your mistakes after the fact. He hung his head with a smile and turned back to us.
"So, gnome, right?"
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"KATIE! KATIE!!!" Wild, frantic screaming was coming from somewhere in the mess of students as a swarm unloaded the train and made their way toward the Hogwarts entrance. My eyes scanned the crowd and settled upon Wesley DuMonte with a comfortable smile. Comfortable, very comfortable. Too comfortable, in fact.
Wesley DuMonte had been my boyfriend since 4th year. He was a great guy… star Ravenclaw Beater, best friend of Alec, top student, the handsomest guy, and even Snape liked him. Everyone thought I was so lucky to be going out with him, but I didn't like when they said that. It was as if I didn't deserve him and I won the title of his girlfriend in a lottery. That really vexed my nerves, especially when snots like Judessa LeVille and Tammy Dulaney were the ones saying that.
I reached him and felt his warm hug that I had been without all summer. He didn't hug like my father, who gripped all of us tightly or my late mother, who used to handle us like glass, but very comfortable. Everything about him centered around that word… "comfortable." It made me laugh aloud; he looked at me questioningly but I just waved it off as he gently brushed my lips and offered to help me with my luggage.
The Sorting Ceremony started with "Absternet, Jenilee" into Hufflepuff and ended with "Zynger, Edison" into Slytherin and we all trekked up to our houses, and so I parted with Wesley, Alec, Cooper, and Billie as we went our separate ways.
I never did quite understand that. Nate, Alec, Cooper, Billie, my father, and my mother had all been sorted into Ravenclaw; however, I was the only one in the Bell family as far as we could remember in our lineage that had ever been sorted into Gryffindor (my aunt, Schiza, was a hippie and went into Hufflepuff when she refused to "be like Pops" to become a Ravenclaw). Why was it that I, simple Katie, had been drafted into Gryffindor? What was so special about me? I was very good with spells and charms, yes, but many were, I was nothing special. I had no relation to any powerful wizarding families or founders and nothing about my personality differed greatly from my brothers'. They teased me about being "different" all the time, but good-naturedly.
There was quite a stir in the common room as we all entered at once, squeezing through the doors; the portrait of Princess Cambiana must have been having a break-down! Ron and Harry immmediately began a game of chess, George began polling people about the ice gnome or troll, Angelina went to visit with her boyfriend in Gryffindor, Kevin Knowles, and I sort of hung back by the wall. It's not that I'm a quiet, shy person, because I'm not. I just only liked to be me around my friends, who were currently busy. I sighed wistfully, wishing Wesley was there so I wouldn't be alone.
"Hey, Kay," came the all-too-predictable greeting from behind. Apparently Fred was "lurking" in the shadows with me. "How's it doing?"
"Fine since you last asked," I smirked. I would have been irritated for the sad attempt at a meaningless conversation but I was too appreciable for the company to gripe. "Do you know if inter-house visitors will be allowed to come soon?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. You mean Wesley, right?"
"More or less," I said, realizing that I was tired suddenly. "My brothers, too."
"Brothers… lots of brothers," he laughed; we were in the same boat, and I made a weak attempt to smile. I was too sluggish to spit a remark so he continued. "Ron, he's a 5th year already, who would believe that? And, hey, you're a twin too, with Alec." I just nodded mutely; he was stating the obvious. I guess he realized how dumb he sounded, because he shoved his hands in his pockets, remained silent for a minute, then sauntered over to follow George.
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"…and Parvati Patty and Draco Malfoy… Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnigan… Harry Potter and…" The droning of 5th year gossip lost my attention quickly and I turned it toward finding Alec and my little brothers. Undoubtedly Cooper was in the middle of the "cool" crowd I saw in the corner and Billie was probably being trampled on by the mobs of students. I watched in amusement as McGonnagel and Snape tried to get us to enter the dining hall in an orderly fashion. I felt a hand grip my shoulder and the address of "Kay" confirmed that it was Fred.
"Usual table?" he asked over the loud stir of the crowd; I was barely able to make it out but I nodded in agreement. Fred, George, Angelina, and I always sat together at the central table of Gryffindor. Of course, Ron and his 5th year friends would encroach on our space with the table beside us.
The dining hall was elegant as always, with the Gryffindor tables adorned with scarlet table cloths and chairs entwined in golden decorations. I took a seat beside Angelina and George, across from Fred. Now that I thought about it, Fred was hanging around me a lot. It was kind of strange, but it was probably all in my head. I spotted Wesley at the Ravenclaw table and he gave me a smile that seemed to say "I wish I was over there with you."
The delicious and extravagant meals soon appeared on the tables, curtesy of house elves, and we all dug in, ravenous after the long train ride. "So," Fred said, between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes and gravy, "we think we're going to go with the ice gnomes. Oh, and the theme will be either Muggle fairytale characters or—"
"Stop right there!" Angelina demanded, dropping her silver spoon to the table. "Do that, the Muggle fairytale people."
"The lady has spoken," George nodded. "I don't have a problem with that. You, Fred?" Fred shook his head and looked up at me expectantly. I had no idea what he was expecting me to say.
"Uh… it's okay… with me?" I said, more of a question than an answer, since I still wasn't sure what to say. "You mean, like, the wizard fairytale about Rowena and Godric…?"
"Yeah," Angelina said, "although that's supposed to have some truth. "Oh!" she exclaimed, popping up out of her seat. "I could be Rowena, and Kev could be Godric!"
"Muggle fairytales, emphasis on Muggle," Fred laughed, twirling spahgetti aground his fork. "I thought I might be…"
"What?" Angelina, Alec, George, and I asked in unison as Fred muffled his words.
"Uh…" Fred shifted uneasily in his seat. "Maybe Prince Charming."
George laughed, but the rest of us wrinkled our noses. "Prince Charming? Oxymoron!" Angelina snorted in a very unlady-like manner. "So, who is this Prince Charming?"
"Well," George explained, still smirking, "Pop's always been interested in Muggle things, so he used to read Muggle fairytales to us. There's this princess, Cindarella, I think, who is treated like a maid by her step-sisters, and then her godmother makes her this beautiful dress, she goes to the ball, and meets Prince Charming and they live happily ever after."
"How cliché," I said, all of us lost in the summary we'd just received. "Are all Muggle stories this sappy? The only thing my godmother ever did was make me a sweater!" The Rowena and Godric one told about deceit, passion, and greed.
"Pretty much," Fred agreed, still avoiding our glare. "Dumb idea for a costume, right?"
"I don't really see you as Prince Charming, more like a court jester," Angie teased, causing Fred to make an irritated face.
"Okay, okay, you two," I eased, knowing that Angie and Fred had never gotten along, er, too well as I tried to catch Wesley's eye; he was, however, absorbed in talking to Alec. "I wonder what Wes and I can be…" I mused aloud. Realizing I had spoken rather than thought that, I blushed under the shrugging stares of my table mates. "Never mind," I muttered discretely and forced a large spoonful of mashed potatoes down my throat.
With dinner over, we were all stuffed and drowsy as we headed back to Gryffindor tower. I drooped my head on Angie's shoulder and felt Fred's on mine. I wanted to shrug it off for some reason. Fred was like an extra brother, yes, but lately he seemed to act different and it was spooking me. So, I remained tense until we said goodbye and Angie and I entered the girls' dorm.
"Guess what I heard," she gushed, as soon as the doors were safely sealed.
"Yeah?" I replied, attempting to play the gossip game although my thoughts were a million miles away.
"Fred told Alec who told George who told Alicia Spinnet who told me that Fred Weasly has a crush on you!" she squealed with delight, obviously feeling important.
"Oh…" I said numbly, my throat drying up. I had suspected the worst and it had become a reality. "Are… are you sure?"
"Of course," she said, falling back on her bed. "My sources are never wrong."
"Well…" I said, feeling very uncomfortable. "He does know I have a boyfriend, right?"
"Yeah," she shrugged. "But love know no boundaries," she winked, and I felt sick to my stomach. "Besides, Katie, you've been with Wesley forever—since 4th year!"
"And god knows 3 years is forever," I mocked, rolling my eyes. "Why should that matter?"
"Oh, you're impossible!" Angie relented, heading into the bathroom, leaving me completely confused. What was wrong with Wesley DuMonte in Angelina's eyes? He was perfect! And while I tried to fall asleep, I thought about stupid redheads who get crushes on girls when they know that that girl is unattainable because she has a boyfriend and it would never work and yet he tells the girl's brother who tells the guy's twin who tells his female friend who tells the girl's best friend who tells the girl! I mean, I bet those situations happen everywhere… right?
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Hello and thanks to my reviewers. I will try to mention everyone, and thank you again.
Sharon: thanks. I tried to do something different
Me123: thanks. I like katie bell stories
Tess: thanks very much. I enjoyed describing her family and everything
Juvenus: yes, yes, thankyou!
Gemin16: thanyou!!!
SilverArrow: thanks indefinitely, that was a typo about the grades that I didn't catch. I fixed it tho, and thanks again!
This should open the floodgates of stupid romance, so read on, read on, read on. If any of u have any suggestions or constructive criticism I would love to hear. Thanks in adavnce. It means a lot that you all enjoyed. I hope this chapter isn't too boring, it might be… be honest, not mean! LOL, thanks and… Luv always, Cho87 (now on with it!)
Disclaimer: I own……. The Bells! (w/ the exception of Katie) Nate, Alec, Cooper, Billie, and Henry, and Wesley DuMonte. Of course, I own this computer, but does that count for anything? Noooooooooooooooooo……………….. Anyway, JK has it, duh, if you didn't know that than you prob can't read so what are you doing this second? Oh, never mind… one of those moods, y'know? I am releasing you of my boring rantings so here's chapter two, hope you like it!
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I sent Cooper and Billie off, and so Fred, George, Angelina, Alec, and I presided over our usual compartment. It was fairly decent in size compared to the others which we enjoyed greatly. Angie and I lay sprawled out on the seats while Fred and George sat on the floor scribbling out ideas for something that didn't interest me much. Alec stared out with the window, oblivious to the compartment's activities. Alec was always a bit spacy.
"Kay?"
"Yep?" I replied drowsily to Fred.
"Which sounds better, an ice gnome or an ice troll center piece?"
"Gnome," I replied automatically, then the reality of the question hit me. "Um, why…?"
The twins sheepishly shrugged and blushed the shade of our Gryffindor scarlet robes. "Uh, McGonnagel, she, er…"
"…made us plan the opening ceremonies dance," George finished, completing his twin's sentence. "I know, it's weird, but she thought it would—"
"'build character'," Fred mimicked, forming cat ears with his hands. I would have laughed but my face and Angie's fell frozen, staring past Fred. He didn't seem to pick up on it. "'Now, if you boys want to be like your brother Percy, then'"
"Er, Fred," George nudged him, and Fred looked up into the glaring green eyes of Professor Minerva McGonnagel.
Fred nearly choked on his own salivary glands. "Oh!" he exclaimed in surprise, all color having drained from the usual blushing face. "H-hello, Professor," he stammered, staring at the floor in suspense of her wrath.
"Mr. Weasly!" she hissed, eyes narrowing. "You be glad the term hasn't begun or I'd have to take substantial amounts of points from my own house, you hear?"
"Uh, sorry ma'am," he gulped, still avoiding her harsh stare. "It, er, won't happen again, promise." She seemed satisfied with his apology and stormed out of the compartment as quickly and suddenly as she had come. "Phew," Fred sighed, collapsing on the floor. "Why didn't any of you tell me she was standing right there?"
"You bloke," Angelina rolled her eyes, blowing an astray lock of her curly dark hair away from her pale face. "As if we didn't clear our throats, like, a million times." I giggled, and Fred began to laugh too. It's often easy to laugh at your mistakes after the fact. He hung his head with a smile and turned back to us.
"So, gnome, right?"
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"KATIE! KATIE!!!" Wild, frantic screaming was coming from somewhere in the mess of students as a swarm unloaded the train and made their way toward the Hogwarts entrance. My eyes scanned the crowd and settled upon Wesley DuMonte with a comfortable smile. Comfortable, very comfortable. Too comfortable, in fact.
Wesley DuMonte had been my boyfriend since 4th year. He was a great guy… star Ravenclaw Beater, best friend of Alec, top student, the handsomest guy, and even Snape liked him. Everyone thought I was so lucky to be going out with him, but I didn't like when they said that. It was as if I didn't deserve him and I won the title of his girlfriend in a lottery. That really vexed my nerves, especially when snots like Judessa LeVille and Tammy Dulaney were the ones saying that.
I reached him and felt his warm hug that I had been without all summer. He didn't hug like my father, who gripped all of us tightly or my late mother, who used to handle us like glass, but very comfortable. Everything about him centered around that word… "comfortable." It made me laugh aloud; he looked at me questioningly but I just waved it off as he gently brushed my lips and offered to help me with my luggage.
The Sorting Ceremony started with "Absternet, Jenilee" into Hufflepuff and ended with "Zynger, Edison" into Slytherin and we all trekked up to our houses, and so I parted with Wesley, Alec, Cooper, and Billie as we went our separate ways.
I never did quite understand that. Nate, Alec, Cooper, Billie, my father, and my mother had all been sorted into Ravenclaw; however, I was the only one in the Bell family as far as we could remember in our lineage that had ever been sorted into Gryffindor (my aunt, Schiza, was a hippie and went into Hufflepuff when she refused to "be like Pops" to become a Ravenclaw). Why was it that I, simple Katie, had been drafted into Gryffindor? What was so special about me? I was very good with spells and charms, yes, but many were, I was nothing special. I had no relation to any powerful wizarding families or founders and nothing about my personality differed greatly from my brothers'. They teased me about being "different" all the time, but good-naturedly.
There was quite a stir in the common room as we all entered at once, squeezing through the doors; the portrait of Princess Cambiana must have been having a break-down! Ron and Harry immmediately began a game of chess, George began polling people about the ice gnome or troll, Angelina went to visit with her boyfriend in Gryffindor, Kevin Knowles, and I sort of hung back by the wall. It's not that I'm a quiet, shy person, because I'm not. I just only liked to be me around my friends, who were currently busy. I sighed wistfully, wishing Wesley was there so I wouldn't be alone.
"Hey, Kay," came the all-too-predictable greeting from behind. Apparently Fred was "lurking" in the shadows with me. "How's it doing?"
"Fine since you last asked," I smirked. I would have been irritated for the sad attempt at a meaningless conversation but I was too appreciable for the company to gripe. "Do you know if inter-house visitors will be allowed to come soon?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. You mean Wesley, right?"
"More or less," I said, realizing that I was tired suddenly. "My brothers, too."
"Brothers… lots of brothers," he laughed; we were in the same boat, and I made a weak attempt to smile. I was too sluggish to spit a remark so he continued. "Ron, he's a 5th year already, who would believe that? And, hey, you're a twin too, with Alec." I just nodded mutely; he was stating the obvious. I guess he realized how dumb he sounded, because he shoved his hands in his pockets, remained silent for a minute, then sauntered over to follow George.
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"…and Parvati Patty and Draco Malfoy… Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnigan… Harry Potter and…" The droning of 5th year gossip lost my attention quickly and I turned it toward finding Alec and my little brothers. Undoubtedly Cooper was in the middle of the "cool" crowd I saw in the corner and Billie was probably being trampled on by the mobs of students. I watched in amusement as McGonnagel and Snape tried to get us to enter the dining hall in an orderly fashion. I felt a hand grip my shoulder and the address of "Kay" confirmed that it was Fred.
"Usual table?" he asked over the loud stir of the crowd; I was barely able to make it out but I nodded in agreement. Fred, George, Angelina, and I always sat together at the central table of Gryffindor. Of course, Ron and his 5th year friends would encroach on our space with the table beside us.
The dining hall was elegant as always, with the Gryffindor tables adorned with scarlet table cloths and chairs entwined in golden decorations. I took a seat beside Angelina and George, across from Fred. Now that I thought about it, Fred was hanging around me a lot. It was kind of strange, but it was probably all in my head. I spotted Wesley at the Ravenclaw table and he gave me a smile that seemed to say "I wish I was over there with you."
The delicious and extravagant meals soon appeared on the tables, curtesy of house elves, and we all dug in, ravenous after the long train ride. "So," Fred said, between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes and gravy, "we think we're going to go with the ice gnomes. Oh, and the theme will be either Muggle fairytale characters or—"
"Stop right there!" Angelina demanded, dropping her silver spoon to the table. "Do that, the Muggle fairytale people."
"The lady has spoken," George nodded. "I don't have a problem with that. You, Fred?" Fred shook his head and looked up at me expectantly. I had no idea what he was expecting me to say.
"Uh… it's okay… with me?" I said, more of a question than an answer, since I still wasn't sure what to say. "You mean, like, the wizard fairytale about Rowena and Godric…?"
"Yeah," Angelina said, "although that's supposed to have some truth. "Oh!" she exclaimed, popping up out of her seat. "I could be Rowena, and Kev could be Godric!"
"Muggle fairytales, emphasis on Muggle," Fred laughed, twirling spahgetti aground his fork. "I thought I might be…"
"What?" Angelina, Alec, George, and I asked in unison as Fred muffled his words.
"Uh…" Fred shifted uneasily in his seat. "Maybe Prince Charming."
George laughed, but the rest of us wrinkled our noses. "Prince Charming? Oxymoron!" Angelina snorted in a very unlady-like manner. "So, who is this Prince Charming?"
"Well," George explained, still smirking, "Pop's always been interested in Muggle things, so he used to read Muggle fairytales to us. There's this princess, Cindarella, I think, who is treated like a maid by her step-sisters, and then her godmother makes her this beautiful dress, she goes to the ball, and meets Prince Charming and they live happily ever after."
"How cliché," I said, all of us lost in the summary we'd just received. "Are all Muggle stories this sappy? The only thing my godmother ever did was make me a sweater!" The Rowena and Godric one told about deceit, passion, and greed.
"Pretty much," Fred agreed, still avoiding our glare. "Dumb idea for a costume, right?"
"I don't really see you as Prince Charming, more like a court jester," Angie teased, causing Fred to make an irritated face.
"Okay, okay, you two," I eased, knowing that Angie and Fred had never gotten along, er, too well as I tried to catch Wesley's eye; he was, however, absorbed in talking to Alec. "I wonder what Wes and I can be…" I mused aloud. Realizing I had spoken rather than thought that, I blushed under the shrugging stares of my table mates. "Never mind," I muttered discretely and forced a large spoonful of mashed potatoes down my throat.
With dinner over, we were all stuffed and drowsy as we headed back to Gryffindor tower. I drooped my head on Angie's shoulder and felt Fred's on mine. I wanted to shrug it off for some reason. Fred was like an extra brother, yes, but lately he seemed to act different and it was spooking me. So, I remained tense until we said goodbye and Angie and I entered the girls' dorm.
"Guess what I heard," she gushed, as soon as the doors were safely sealed.
"Yeah?" I replied, attempting to play the gossip game although my thoughts were a million miles away.
"Fred told Alec who told George who told Alicia Spinnet who told me that Fred Weasly has a crush on you!" she squealed with delight, obviously feeling important.
"Oh…" I said numbly, my throat drying up. I had suspected the worst and it had become a reality. "Are… are you sure?"
"Of course," she said, falling back on her bed. "My sources are never wrong."
"Well…" I said, feeling very uncomfortable. "He does know I have a boyfriend, right?"
"Yeah," she shrugged. "But love know no boundaries," she winked, and I felt sick to my stomach. "Besides, Katie, you've been with Wesley forever—since 4th year!"
"And god knows 3 years is forever," I mocked, rolling my eyes. "Why should that matter?"
"Oh, you're impossible!" Angie relented, heading into the bathroom, leaving me completely confused. What was wrong with Wesley DuMonte in Angelina's eyes? He was perfect! And while I tried to fall asleep, I thought about stupid redheads who get crushes on girls when they know that that girl is unattainable because she has a boyfriend and it would never work and yet he tells the girl's brother who tells the guy's twin who tells his female friend who tells the girl's best friend who tells the girl! I mean, I bet those situations happen everywhere… right?
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Hello and thanks to my reviewers. I will try to mention everyone, and thank you again.
Sharon: thanks. I tried to do something different
Me123: thanks. I like katie bell stories
Tess: thanks very much. I enjoyed describing her family and everything
Juvenus: yes, yes, thankyou!
Gemin16: thanyou!!!
SilverArrow: thanks indefinitely, that was a typo about the grades that I didn't catch. I fixed it tho, and thanks again!