Authors Note: Aha, my reviewers rock, kudos. Special thanks to:

FF Queen: You're back, power to the people! Thanks for the review, yes, I am weird as is this ficcie, but that's the story of my life.

Dana: Allie's friend? She was saying you two talk about my story! Gosh, I feel special. Add characters? Can you elaborate on that?

Chic: Matching knickers rock!

HPFanForever: Gotta love Sean Biggerstaff fans, he's adorable.

Allie: Go knickers.

Ginny Girl: You really are dedicated aren't you? And I am not funny, once again :P Torture having to wait? Gosh, I love that phrase.

All reviews are greatly appreciated.

~*Chasing Mr. Wood*~

1:00 AM:

Oliver..knickers..going back to sleep

2:00 AM:

MMMM pumpkin cheesecake, and butter beer, and Oliver, oh yeah.

3:00 AM:

Wait he's Alicia's I must not speak like this.

4:00 AM:

But Alicia isn't reading this, or is she? Better not be.

7:50 AM:

I am awake and ready and rearing to go, this fine, fine, morning. More Alicia obsessed "Oh my gosh, Oliver would is just like too hot for words, oh my gosh, wow, bloody amazing, and that turtleneck." Joy to the world.

8:56 AM:

Back from breakfast had to listen to the lovebirds all morning. Pity, pity.

"No, no I love you more."

"No I love you more."

"No, no, no I love you more snickers."

"No, I love you more snickerdoodles."

"No, no, I love you more then mashed potatoes."

"Woah"

And so on so fourth, they also proceeded to feed each other, excuse me while I hurl.

9 AM:

Back, Merlin, those two. Shakes head

9:06 AM:

Leaving for classes be back later.

10:00 AM:

My Merlin, Professor Binns thinks he is so cool today he goes "What's up Homie G's oh yeah, history of magic rules, dawg." I am so disturbed, he told the whole lesson like that. Teacher's trying to be cool is just too pathetic. I hope that's not how muggles act. shudder, shudder

12 PM:

I'm ready for lunch, woohooo we're having carrot casserole. Ahem.

1 PM:

Same conversation at breakfast except:

"Alicia, these carrots look just like your eyes." Oliver told Alicia, she reddened.

"Snickers, my eyes aren't orange." Alicia told him like she was talking to a three year old.

"Oh, yeah, uhuh that's right they are green."-Oliver

"No, they are blue."-Alicia

"Yeah, but I know they're brown"-Oliver

Disturbing isn't it? I think I'm going to loose my lunch, the denseness of that boy! Honestly, and there Alicia is getting like near perfect marks, and talking like my old, proper Grandmum.