I'm not incredibly enthusiastic about this chapter so I don't think it will turn out to be all that good, but oh well, as long as I try my hardest right? Also people, I need you to give me situations. Like Katie, Angelina and Alicia walking in on the guys in clown suits. It can be as silly as you want and probably the better ones will be the silliest. I work well with these things and I won't be able to continue past he holidays with this story if you don't give me ideas for chapters cause I'm not all that creative.
9/15/96
I'm sure if today is a good day or a bad day. It's really quite hard to tell at the moment. It started out as a normal day. I was chilling on the couch being mellow on the last possible day I could pretend to not look for work. Yes, tomorrow I had plans to go get a job in the Ministry or something. So it wasn't going to be too good of a day, kinda sad actually. So I was on the couch when an owl with an attitude came in. Now you're going to tell me that all owls have attitudes. You would be right but we don't mention it so saying an owl has an attitude it implies it REALLY has an attitude.
So it flies in and swoops down into my hair and gets stuck. Instead of being a sensible creature and standing still while I get it out, it started flapping around and getting itself in even more of a mess and pulling my hair. When I went to untangle it, it bit my finger! It really hurt too and there's a lack of Band-Aids in this house. To get it out I had to give myself a hair cut. It does not look pretty. It looks like I allowed a two-year-old to cut my hair. In other words I'm going to have to spend money on making my hair look decent when I've avoided the barber's shop for two years. I've been too lazy ok? Geeze!
So after I get it untangled, it flies up and perches on the bookcase. I would like to point out that I happen to be a rather short person and when a ruddy owl lands on the top of the bookcase it is not good. The bloody thing is at least five feet taller than I am. I yelled at the stupid owl a bit and even tried to swat it down with a broom. Did I mention my bloody wand is in the repair shop cause Fred sat on it? The owl just looked at me like I was a complete idiot. I do not like being mocked my ruddy owls. It really pisses me off how they think they're so superior and such. Owls aren't even all that wise! They're brains are really small. Not like cats, sensible creatures who-while being very independent-will not pretend to be all high and mighty when they're not. Cats are very smart.
So anyway, I finally get the thing down with owl treats. Still the bloody creature refuses to give me my letter until it has eaten and rested for a while. I finally got my letter and the bloody thing won't open! I even tried a knife and still it wouldn't open. I finally turned on the stove and burned the end a bit. I put it out quickly but the water I used got the letter a bit so when I opened it the writing was hard to read. It took me half an hour to figure out it was from Puddlemere and another half and hour to figure out I got in.
I starting jumping up and down like any normal person would but unfortunately I stepped on the owl that had come down and not left yet. The owl began scratching me in its fright and flew into my room and hasn't left since. I again began my jumping up and down process when I broke a lamp. Fortunately it was my lamp. If it had been Angelina's lamp it would have been horrible. It was a rather ugly lamp to boot. So I spent my first celebratory moments as Puddlemere's new chaser were spent cleaning up shards of a rather ugly lamp off the floor. It's one of those Hawaiian girls with the ukulele.
At that moment, Fred and George walked into the flat along with Alicia; it was their lunch break. They all screamed bloody murder because for some strange reason they had all loved the lamp.
"What happened here?" Fred cried. "And your hair looks like it was cut by a robot with a hangover."
"The lamp!" George shouted with lots of angst. Then the two of them set about trying to set up a grave stone in the living room for the lamp. For some reason Alicia helped them. Then she walked into our room and got attacked by the psycho owl. For some reason, all of this is my fault.
I tell them I got onto Puddlemere and the response is not what I expected.
"Bloody hell," George muttered shaking his head.
"Now we'll have another one," Fred sighed.
"It's a crying shame," Alicia agreed.
"I can hardly stand one person yelling at me that he has to go to an early morning practice and therefore requires that we all shut up, now I'm going to have two!" George sobbed. Alicia pretended to console him.
"Well if no one is going to be happy about me making the team then I'll go and sic the owl on you!" I cried dramatically and stomped off toward my room. I got attacked from behind by three people and was engulfed in hugs that left me quite unable to breathe.
"Good show!" Fred complimented Alicia and George. Those two proceeded to shake hands in a dignified fashion.
"Oh come off it!" I laughed.
"We have to go celebrate!" Alicia squealed. I love Alicia to death but do you know how annoying her squealing is? It's like a pig being run over. No I do not have anything against pigs, I actually like them and think them to be rather intelligent creatures unlike bloody owls.
"How about we go to that bar downtown?" suggested Fred.
"You know I can't hold alcohol," I reminded them.
"But that's all the fun!" George protested. I shot him THE LOOK that I learned from Oliver. It's the 'you're-an-idiot-and-I'm-the-poor-sod-who-has-to-deal-with-you-and-make-sure-you-don't-hurt-anyone-or-start-world-war-three-and-get-you-back-to-your-padded-room look.' It's a rather long hard look and it's trademarked. If you don't do it right, you only get the 'you're-an-idiot look' and that's not nearly as powerful or as scary as the 'you're-an-idiot-and-I'm-the-poor-sod-who-has-to-deal-with-you-and-make-sure-you-don't-hurt-anyone-or-start-world-war-three-and-get-you-back-to-your-padded-room look.'
"Fine," I gave in. "I'm going to go to the apothecary because SOMEONE didn't restock the healing potion last time HE got hurt and the ruddy owl gave me some rather nasty scratches.
"Go get a hair cut while you're out. Did I mention it looks like someone cut it in the dark?" Fred asked. I now shot him my duh-don't-you-think-I-would-have-thought-of-that-before-you look. That's a rather easy look to master.
We all leave the flat together since apparently they had just been back so Alicia could get her wallet which she had forgotten. I headed to the apothecary quickly so people would stop telling me my arms looked rather bad and stop staring. That's what I hate most about people, they all tend to stare at weird things. Why can't they mind their own bloody business? Unfortunately the apothecary's was backed up and it took me an hour to get what I needed. I then got a haircut from a Tina Spellbook fan. Those people piss me off. That Tina person cannot sing and it is not comforting to have one's hair cut by someone with bright platinum blond hair and way too much makeup while they sing Tina Spellbook songs.
I met Angelina and Alicia at their respective workplaces and we all went home. We stopped in to check at the main desk to see if we had any mail. We had to get some muggle mail just to keep up appearances. That is a really funny show by the way. We didn't have anyone but the owner of our building, Steve, look at us strange.
"There is something for Katie. It was left on the desk with note 'For Katie,'" he told us. He handed me a pink rose. "You're the only Katie in the building.
"Was there a note?" Alicia asked.
"Nothing," the owner replied. We all got upstairs and burst into the flat in a fit of giggles.
"What are you on?" Fred asked us.
"Katie's got a secret admirer!" Angelina said. We all started jumping up and down. It's really strange how these things work. One minute your standing still and the next your all looking at each and holding hands and jumping up and down over the simple thing of a rose. It probably isn't even for me.
"Do we have any vases?" I asked. The twins looked at me like I had three heads. "To put the flower in. I happen to like roses and it's a shame we can't have any around here so I'm going to try to keep this one as long as I can. It's probably not meant for me though. It was probably meant for a Katie in another building or something and the poor person got confused."
"Don't josh, it's for you," Alicia assured me. "Let's put it in a glass of water and go out. We can speculate about this later."
So that's my day, good or bad? Alicia is yelling at me that I should change my clothes since I'm going out whether I want to or not. The ruddy owl keeps screeching and won't come down. Once I get my wand back that owl is being hexed to kingdom come.
I still don't think the rose is for me, but likely I will convinced many times over that it is for me by Angelina and Alicia so I won't try to doubt cause I like my ears on my head thank you very much. It would be interesting if it was for me. Call me an old romantic but I think it's kind of sweet. I'm being dragged away.
That's it's all very good that you're writing in the journal I got you but we have to go.
Love Alicia
Come on Katie! I know the only way to get the message across is the steal this from you and that's what I've done. If you don't stop procrastinating right now I'll feed the pages of this to the owl!"
Love Angelina.
You see how they gang up on me? This is what I get for rooming with two nutters.
None related twin sister has just informed me that guys don't do the whole secret admirer thing. Well you know what? I don't care. Katie has a secret admirer. If any one can give me examples where guys do do the whole secret admirer thing, please tell me so I can tell her and laugh at her.
