See chapter 11 and 10 and 9 and 8 and 7 and 6 and 5 and 4 and 3 and 2 and 1, because essentially, I don't own Harry Potter or the Characters of the books.



George, Fred and I had a contest to see who could last the longest on one cup of coffee. First off, Coffee of all things? Why not some sort of potion? I didn't think that wizards were into that kind of thing. I thought they all liked tea or something... Well, back to the story, we all sneak down to the kitchens for some Java. We all had a cup of coffee. The house elves were offering us all this other stuff to go with it, that I would have gladly taken, since I LOVE chocolate, but I didn't want a hollow victory, so I didn't take it. Come to think of it, the amount of caffine in chocolate is equal to that of a cup of DECAF! So I would have been fine. Well, I didn't like coffee after that cup of it straight up black, but I sure did get a lot done last night! Actually, come to think of it, I just sat in the common room staring at the fire, and I talked to Crookshanks about the taco bell dog. What amazes me is that I did that for about two hours, before I changed the subject to what Marshmallows are made out of and how they are made. I don't know if I scared Crookshanks or if he got bored with me, because he just kind of left me to my own devices after 2:00. Fred and George meanwhile were playing with a telephone I got them for their birthdays. I knew they were gonna tear it apart eventually, so I got it cheap since it didn't work. By 2, I am kind of feeling tired so I kinda sit down. By two thirty, I caught my second wind. Fred's passed out by this point. haha. I beat him.

"I'M OUT OF DORITOES! I"M OUT OF DORITOES!" I sang, while running around the room. I have never had caffine before, and I;m hyper enough without it, so this stuff is great for days I can't get through without sleep.

"MR. BUCKET! BUCKETS OF FUN MR. BUCKET! BUCKETS OF FUNNNNNNNNN!"

I'm still running around. That's all I remember.

Here I am now.Dead on my feet. George won. I hate him.I go to breakfast.........I think I am anyway. Oh hehe I am going down to breakfast. I sure could use some of that coffee from last night right about now. But it's for the teachers! Crap. Maybe they don't want us to become addicted to caffine or something. Beats me. Oooh! I just remembered. I can get dad to give me some! Maybe he will? So I am walking up to the teachers table where dad has just come in. He looks at me and raises his eyebrow.

"You look dead on your feet. What did you do last night? Do I really want to know?"

"Uhhhh heh heh funny you should ask."

"Oh no. What did you do?"

"Well, like I said. It's a funny story. Um I was seeing how long I could stay up last night. I ended staying up until five this morning. So um sir, could you ever so nicely help me out by giving me your coffee?" A look of horror struck his face.

"You know I need it too!"

"Awwww isn't there some potion you could make for this?"

"Yes. But It's too early to deal with that. Plus it's your own fault for doing such a stupid thing."

"Well I was studying for potions"

" I seriously doubt that. The answer is no."

"Oh fine. It's your fault"

Ok I'm way too tired to be pissed with him. So I go down to the Gryffindor Table and eat. After breakfast, I trugdge down to the dungeons. There I think I am seeing a kid who looks like a girly looking guy. I think I could be possible imagining this kid. Well, just to make sure

"Hi I'm Anna. Who are you?"

"Oh Hello. I am Stewart from America. I am an exchange student. You don't sound british(with an english accent he says this) like everyone else."

"It's a long story."

This kid has a pocket-sized book(don't ask me what though) wedged in his from pocket of his shirt. He doesnt have robes yet. He's wearing dress pants and a shirt with a kitten on it. We sat there in silence for five minutes. Stewart takes that book out of his pocket and begins to recite lines of a play. I think it's the crucible. That's really Ironic. I wonder if he knows that. Oh good he's stopped because dad came prowling in. Stewart smiles brightly.

"Of course. The new student from america"

"Hello. I am Stewart. We some time before class, how about I entertain you with a song and dance?" It was too late to go back now. He started dancing and singing.

"Mr. Shanks, do us all a great favor and stop." He stopped, and ran out of the room crying.

Wow. what a weird kid.



In the part where I was singing about Doritoes and Mr. Bucket, those ain't mine but TACO THE WONDERDOG! He's a genius. Here is his site. www.truemeaningoflife.com/taco

more to come and check out my other fic!