Katie is a laugh. Funny girl. I am listening to her go on about Davies again. She must have forgotten that I've got a naturally perverted mind. You see, I will associate almost anything to a slang meaning.

Take "Roger" for instance. Ha, I'm laughing to myself just thinking about it. Roger is a euphemism for...well, think about it (with a dirty mind).

I am smirking like an idiot every time she says the name. "Blimey, what's so funny?"

Now, it's even funnier how she's oblivious to this. "Nothing, Katie."

She gave me a suspicious look. "Doesn't look like nothing. What. Have I got something on my face?" she asked, running a hand over her cheek.

"No," I said. Roger. Haha.

"You flying monkey, don't laugh at me!" she said defensively.

This was too funny. "I'm laughing at something else," I said, trying to keep a straight face. It wasn't working.

"You are really making me mad now. I was trying to talk to you. God, Oliver sometimes I think you've really cracked up!"

"Who is to say I haven't?"

"Well you aren't in Azkaban yet," she said.

"They'd send me to St. Mungo's, not Azkaban, oh smart one," I said. "That way I could get treatment."

"Whatever, that's beside the point," she said grimacing.

"Then what is the point?" I asked.

"Nothing, Nowt, Nill, Nevermind, I've lost my train of thought," she sighed.

"Does it feel like your IQ is dropping?" I asked lightly.

"Like an elevator..."

"Whatever that is," I shrugged.

"Wait, what? Stop bothering me! Go find Hannah!"

"Why would I wanna do that?"

"Because you have a fancy for her, remember?" she said, acidly. "Or you forgot."

Wow, a witch pmsing... "No, I don't, actually."

"You said you did," she retorted.

"I say a lot of things, don't I?"

"Stop talking, you're confusing me."

"Aww, poor Katie," I said.

"Do you enjoy tormenting me?" she asked.

"Well, sure I do," I conceded. I would torment my younger sister, but she hasn't gotten to Hogwarts yet. Katie was the next best thing.

"Do you want to hear what I have to say or not?" she asked, bothered.

Maybe I shouldn't torment her so much. I hear that I do enough of that on the Quidditch field. "Fine," I said. "Go on, then."

"Fine," she said smartly. She was about to say something then stopped. "Err...what was I talking about?"

"Nice one, Katie."

"It's all your fault anyway, Oliver," she said loftily.

She had gotten back from Greenhouse 3, with Roger (Haha).

"Did you discuss our Quidditch plays?" I asked just to make sure.

"No...I did not. I can not and I will not," she said.

"Then what did you do?"

"Talk. Just talked… He knows that I like him, right?"

I gave her stern look, "How am I supposed to know?"

"He hasn't asked me out, yet."

"Oh."

"D'you realize that I haven't even had a boyfriend yet, Oliver?"

"Yes, I know," I said. It was true, she was fifteen and she's never had a boyfriend. Just obsessions. "What's your point?"

"Am I so much of freak that I can't get a boyfriend?" she whined.

"Er...no?" I wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Well, that sounded convincing," she acidly.

"No, there's nothing wrong with you! Why do you care so much?"

She sighed, frustrated. "Because, not everyone is like you, Oliver. Not everyone is worshipped by the opposite sex, like you. I actually have to try!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You've already had two girlfriends this year! Boyfriends for me? Zero!"

It was true, actually. But I didn't think much of it. Besides, what does Katie want a boyfriend for?

"It's not a competition, Katie."

"I know...I'm just getting tired of not being noticed. I am a person with feelings!" she muttered, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her chest.

"Then do something about it," I said. I am not an Agony Uncle. I don't do advice.

"Right then… well, I'm going up to bed. Night-night," she yawned and began packing her things up.

"Sleep well," I muttered.

I will never understand them. Girls.

But, really, there is nothing wrong with Katie. She's pretty cute, and if she's good enough to be my best friend, even being a year younger than me, then she's good enough for anyone.

And, she is wicked on the Quidditch pitch.

What's wrong with Davies? Could he be gay? That would explain that much. For crying out loud, Roger. Haha.

Because I have a sick, sick mind I am now going to have to call him Will. Will Davies.

Hey, it works. There's nothing funny about that.

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There it is! Random thoughts!