A/N: Sorry long time no talk. Been real busy. Understand if you hate me
and never want to read this again. But before can you answer this
question?
When you say that Ginny seems ditzier than before, do you mean compared to OotP or my earlier chapters? Because maybe I can make an excuse.
Am sad. Have realized this story is a combination of all the fanfiction habits that peeve me the most. Am very sorry.
Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be cool if I really did own all this junk? I guess I'm writing this because I'm too lazy to make up my own characters, though.
~ Mon., Nov. 3 ~
Should I go talk to Alicia right now? I wonder. . .should I ask her about the advice column? And about George?
She'd probably just start yelling at me, I know it. She's so uptight, like she's got a stick up her arse. . . .
To ask or not to ask -
~ 10 : 42 A.M. ~
Ugh. Stupid Seamus. It's all his fault.
"I think you should ask her," he said, reading over my shoulder. What is up with these people? He and his wife just can't mind their own business.
"Do you even know what I want to ask about?"
"Yeah, it says right there. An advice column and your brother George," he said, pointing to the page. "But besides that, no. I just want to see what will happen."
"Do you think she'll yell at me?"
"Ehh, why should she? I mean, you haven't done anything. Yet."
I should have known something bad would happen. I mean, Alicia hates me. But I listened to him anyway. And I am hating myself for it right now. But I'm hating Seamus more.
"Alicia?" I said, knocking on her office door. "It's Ginny. Do you have a minute?" There was silence on the other side, so I knocked a little louder. "Alicia, hello??"
I mean, really, what else would you do? Nobody answered, so I thought she didn't hear me. She really shouldn't have started yelling at me. I didn't do anything wrong. I think she just likes to blame me for her terrible, unsatisfied life. Maybe she'd be happier if she stopped being such a cross old goose. . .
"What do you want?" she said, throwing the door open. Darn, I thought. She's in a bad mood. Score one for me. . .
"Um, I just wanted to stop by and say 'Hi' to my favorite boss," I said, trying to lighten up the atmosphere a little. And of course it worked wonderfully.
In the form of Alicia slamming the door on my face.
I sighed and was about to go back to my desk, when I had an idea.
"Congratulations on your engagement, by the way," I said. I almost laughed when the door whirled right open.
"What? Where did you hear about that?"
"From Fred and George," I said, thinking carefully about what to say. Now that she was listening, I had to keep her attention and temper in check. She always seemed to like yelling at me the most. . .
"George?" she said, slowly. "I didn't know he knew. . ."
Yeah, he does, I thought. And he's none too happy about it.
"Yeah, he does, he's very happy for you, so who are you getting married to?" I said. Maybe a little too eagerly.
Alicia scowled. "Where's your article?"
I frowned. "What article? Are you changing the subject?"
"No," she snapped. "I'm asking you where your article is. Remember? The one on the rise of those new pop stars?"
Oh, that article. Well, she only told me about it last week. . .She really shouldn't pick on me so much.
"Alicia, the deadline isn't until Friday. Can I start an advice column?" There. I jumped right into it.
"An advice column?" she said, turning to a piece of parchment and starting to read it.
"Um, yes. Like love advice. . .You know, for people who need advice. . .in love and stuff. . ." I felt more stupid by the second.
"And why would you want to do that?"
"Well, it's something I'd really like to do. . .It sounds fun and. . .well, my friends say I'm really good at matchmaking and -"
"You know, Ginny, I'd have to think about it. Putting in a whole new column is a lot of work, and it's not all my decision. And even if it was," she said, still shuffling her papers, "I don't know if I could give a column to someone who turns in all her articles late."
Now that was really unfair. I only missed two deadlines, and that was only in one year.
"Ginny, if you could leave now, I'm really busy. They want my help filling a space in the Daily Prophet. I know one of the editors for the entertainment section."
Grr. It was so unfair, she didn't even give me a chance to explain! Alicia just doesn't like me. She wouldn't talk to me about her engagement, she wouldn't listen to my advice column idea. My job is such a waste of time, I have no fun at all. . .
~ 8: 23 P.M. ~
Am supposed to go see Michael tonight. But I don't feel like it. I'm too depressed . . .I think I'll send him an owl.
Dear Michael,
Sorry I can't come tonight. I think I just need a night to myself. I'll talk to you later, hopefully.
Much love,
Ginny
~ Tues., Nov. 4 ~
Ohh. . .I just got an owl from Michael.
I spent the whole afternoon making dinner for last night and
then you just cancel on me at the last minute? You know, maybe
we aren't right for
each other, I forgot how flaky you were. I think we are over.
Have a nice life. And by the way, me and Padma are back ON.
Michael.
Oh my goodness, I just feel like absolute . . . ugh, shit. Oh if I knew he would get mad at me for canceling, then I never would have! I thought he would understand! Was I really that flaky towards him? I never meant to be. . .Oh, life is just absolutely shitty. . .I hate myself, why do the worst things always happen to me?? I thought he had broken up with Padma!!
Except he never really said so . . .Oh god, what should I do? Should I go talk to him? Oh god oh god, maybe if I explain what happened, he'll forgive me.
I'm never coming out of the flat again, never!
~ 9: 45 A.M. ~
I've been doing some thinking . . . Well, that's all there really is to do when you stay home from work. Ugh, I just realized, I bet everyone thinks I stayed home from work today because I'm upset about Alicia turning down my column. . .They must think I'm a poor, bummy woman who's always late and can't keep a steady boyfriend and always spills her lattes on the office carpet. . .
But anyway, I'd been thinking. I finally remember why I dumped Michael many years ago . . . He was so self-centered and stubborn. He only made me pissed . . . Oh, then why did I get back together with him again? How could he make me so happy?
Ugh. Probably because he kept saying he loved me. See what loneliness does to you? Ugh, it led me to bed with Michael. Damnit, stupid me. . .I hate myself. . .Always being so depressed and then getting with some totally destructive guy just because he says he loves me. . .Love is stupid. I mean, there are more important things, things that won't hurt you back. Things that don't involve stupid men who just use you and then dump you for the next woman . . . Like money. Wait, no. . . .
I just realized! Bastard, he told me he was taking me out to dinner, but in the letter he made it like he was making it, toiling so long over his fucking stove. . .He was just trying to make me feel bad!
Well why does it even matter? We're over forever this time, I'm positive.
I hate love. It's such a misleading word.
~ 4: 54 P.M. ~
Well what do you know? Lavender does have a heart.
She stopped by my flat a while ago. Sort of invited herself in, I must admit, but this was the first time I felt bad for her. Ever. Even though it was more torturous than I would have liked. . .
"Seamus told me about your little 'Never coming out again' fit, and I wanted to see what you did now," she sniffed, looking around condescendingly at my flat.
Oddly enough, I was too depressed to kick her out of my apartment. So I just said, "Yeah, my boyfriend dumped me over something silly. . ."
"You had a boyfriend? Another one after Alan?" she raised her eyebrows. "Hmm, and I thought you were planning on becoming a nun."
"It was Alair, and yes I did," I said, monotonously. "I just kept it quiet. It's no big deal, anyway. We weren't really right for each other. . ."
"Well then why are you all depressed?" she said, crossing her arms and looking down at me, hair messed up and wrapped in blankets on the sofa.
"I dunno. . ." I said slowly. Why was I so upset over this? "I guess it's because . . . Well, you think you're in love, and then it suddenly hits you that you don't have anything, and you end up back where you started. . ."
Lavender snorted. "That wussy story is no where near as terrible as mine! It's horrible, oh so horrible . . . This man, he . . .he tried to put moves on me!" she said, her eyes wide to accentuate some point. "I need your advice."
That makes one person who wants to hear what I have to say, even though I couldn't imagine anyone who would want to "put the moves" on Lavender. . . "Maybe that person just didn't know you were married?"
Lavender drew in a deep breath. "Ohhh, he knew. You can't tell anyone Ginny, but it was," she shuddered fearfully, "Padma's fiancé, Michael!"
For a moment, my heart stopped beating. Just hearing his name, finding out it was him. It was like I was Stunned.
But Lavender was still talking. ". . . And I can't tell Padma, of course, because she will just hate me forever! And Parvati is on her honeymoon still, and even so, she's Padma's sister! There's no way she wouldn't tell Padma. . .What should I do??"
She was biting her manicured nails, looking around anxiously. It was annoying how similar she looked to a frightened rabbit. A rabbit who dressed in other rabbits. Ew.
"I think-" I started, but Lavender interrupted me.
"I should really tell her, I should," she said. "I don't want Padma to marry a-a--"
"Fuckwit?" I supplied. "Lavender, just do what you think is right, okay? But I've got to go, why don't you go home or something?"
"But - but--" Lavender bit her lip. "Okay, fine, but I'm going to tell her. It's the right thing to do!" She Disapperated out of the room.
Ugh. Lavender's visit left me with this horrible queasy feeling in my stomach. Sick about Michael, that fuck-witting bastard, who put moves on Lavender and dumped me and played Padma and -
Oh, god. I'm such a horrible person! This whole stupid time I've been having a whole stupid affair, and I didn't even feel bad about Padma! And then here comes prissy, self-centered Lavender, and when she gets into the same situation as me, she resists! And even decides to tell Padma!
Does this make her a better person than me?
Ugh I wish Lavender never came . . . She didn't even need my advice, she didn't even let me say anything! All she did was make me feel like complete scum! The kind that grows under the bottom of a soap bar that no one wants to touch or clean.
Oh my god, I just can't stand this! Blow after blow, how many people are out there trying to ruin my life? Is someone going to ring my doorbell and tell me that I accidentally broke some little boy's spine or something and make me feel even worse about myself?
Gaah I hate my life so much.
~ Wed. Nov., 5 ~
Ugh. Just woke up to a flurry of owls.
~ 6: 54 A.M. ~
Ugh. Can't these people just leave me alone? I have never done anything to them.
Why weren't you in yesterday? This better not be one of your "I'm never coming out again" fits. I know you don't care, but the deadline for the articles have been moved to Thursday.
Which is tomorrow, in case you're in some completely lost, dazed state. It better not be late.
Get better soon,
Alicia
Err. . . Why does Alicia never trust my competency? I can turn in that article right now if I wanted to. I'd just have to write it first.
And then from Lavender:
Ginny!!!! Meet us at my house as soon as you can!!!!!! Hurry!!!!! It's an emergency!!!! And bring photo book!!!!
Kisses, Lavender
Talk! About! Excessive! Use! Of exclamation points!!! Doesn't she mean "Kisses! Lavender!"?
Why would she want my stupid photo album?
~ 8: 26 A.M. ~
Had the weirdest time at Lavender's.
First arrived about an hour after she woke me up with her stupid letter. Honestly wasn't in a rush to get there. I mean, waking up early in the morning to visit Lavender? Like I would actually go out of my way to see her, even if I got to sleep in. Besides, she describes her house as "the blue pretty one, that's bigger than yours".
So I go to her house, found out that what she says about her house is true, and am immediately attacked when I ring at the door.
"Aaaauugh!" Lavender screamed, throwing her arms around me. "Ginny I'm so glad you're here. I just had to say thank you!"
"Um, you're welcome," I said. "For what?"
"For advising me to tell Padma the truth," she said, her eyes shining with tears. God, she's so melodramatic.
"But Lavender, I didn't do anything-"
"So I told Padma," she continued on, not listening to me, "and she said she had some idea that Michael was having an affair something anyway and that he was a just a stupid man-pig and that she had really wanted to dump him but she was too afraid to since they had spent so much time on the wedding. But now she has!!!! She's not even mad at me. We made up a new motto: 'Chicks before Dicks'!!!"
"Mmm, that's nice," I said. See, now he's single . . . At least I was right about that. "Why did I have to bring my photo album, anyway?"
"Oh, yes!" She grabbed the book from me and started flipping through the pages. She did that for about a minute until she started to frown. "Don't you have any pictures of Michael?"
"Um, no," I said, "They're all from Hogwarts and I kind of threw them out after. . .my fourth year."
"Oh pooh," she said, throwing the photo book down. "I wanted to give them to Padma, to help her with the healing process. She wants as many pictures as she can find for this new hex she found in Witch Weekly." She showed me the article. It looked like a bunch of old crazy witch-doctor voodoo.
"'Get back at your ex with a few simple items: photographs of him, a non-flammable basin, lighter fluid, and spite for that stupid guy'," I read.
"Isn't it great?" she said, all excitedly.
"Um, yeah," I lied. "Sounds like fun."
"Why don't you join us? It'll be all the girls and you can bring some pictures of those other weirdoes you dated too!"
"Uh, no, I'm busy."
"Busy? You don't even know when it is."
"Uh. . ." I really did not want to be involved in her crazy voodoo. Especially since I did not think it would work, except to burn the house down. "You know, I'm just busy every day. Hard work, being a reporter, um, I've got to go, alright?"
"Okay. Hope you're going to work, though," she said, shaking her finger at me. "Alicia is this close to sacking you."
"What?!" I whirled around to face her. "Where did you hear that?"
"Well she and Seamus say you're always late for work and -"
"I've only been late a few times, and I've had perfectly good reasons!" I was fuming. "You know, I think Alicia just hates me! She's never this mean to everybody else!"
"Well maybe you should try talking to her," Lavender said, taking out a nail file because this conversation just wasn't interesting enough for her.
"WHY???"
"Well maybe you could become friends with her."
"WHY????"
Lavender sniffed. "She is a person, you know."
I guess it wouldn't hurt to try . . .I really want my own column!
**Hmm. . .Does Lavender remind anyone of Karen from Will and Grace? Well sorry this chapter took so long, but I made it extra lengthy just for all you angels out there :D.**
When you say that Ginny seems ditzier than before, do you mean compared to OotP or my earlier chapters? Because maybe I can make an excuse.
Am sad. Have realized this story is a combination of all the fanfiction habits that peeve me the most. Am very sorry.
Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be cool if I really did own all this junk? I guess I'm writing this because I'm too lazy to make up my own characters, though.
~ Mon., Nov. 3 ~
Should I go talk to Alicia right now? I wonder. . .should I ask her about the advice column? And about George?
She'd probably just start yelling at me, I know it. She's so uptight, like she's got a stick up her arse. . . .
To ask or not to ask -
~ 10 : 42 A.M. ~
Ugh. Stupid Seamus. It's all his fault.
"I think you should ask her," he said, reading over my shoulder. What is up with these people? He and his wife just can't mind their own business.
"Do you even know what I want to ask about?"
"Yeah, it says right there. An advice column and your brother George," he said, pointing to the page. "But besides that, no. I just want to see what will happen."
"Do you think she'll yell at me?"
"Ehh, why should she? I mean, you haven't done anything. Yet."
I should have known something bad would happen. I mean, Alicia hates me. But I listened to him anyway. And I am hating myself for it right now. But I'm hating Seamus more.
"Alicia?" I said, knocking on her office door. "It's Ginny. Do you have a minute?" There was silence on the other side, so I knocked a little louder. "Alicia, hello??"
I mean, really, what else would you do? Nobody answered, so I thought she didn't hear me. She really shouldn't have started yelling at me. I didn't do anything wrong. I think she just likes to blame me for her terrible, unsatisfied life. Maybe she'd be happier if she stopped being such a cross old goose. . .
"What do you want?" she said, throwing the door open. Darn, I thought. She's in a bad mood. Score one for me. . .
"Um, I just wanted to stop by and say 'Hi' to my favorite boss," I said, trying to lighten up the atmosphere a little. And of course it worked wonderfully.
In the form of Alicia slamming the door on my face.
I sighed and was about to go back to my desk, when I had an idea.
"Congratulations on your engagement, by the way," I said. I almost laughed when the door whirled right open.
"What? Where did you hear about that?"
"From Fred and George," I said, thinking carefully about what to say. Now that she was listening, I had to keep her attention and temper in check. She always seemed to like yelling at me the most. . .
"George?" she said, slowly. "I didn't know he knew. . ."
Yeah, he does, I thought. And he's none too happy about it.
"Yeah, he does, he's very happy for you, so who are you getting married to?" I said. Maybe a little too eagerly.
Alicia scowled. "Where's your article?"
I frowned. "What article? Are you changing the subject?"
"No," she snapped. "I'm asking you where your article is. Remember? The one on the rise of those new pop stars?"
Oh, that article. Well, she only told me about it last week. . .She really shouldn't pick on me so much.
"Alicia, the deadline isn't until Friday. Can I start an advice column?" There. I jumped right into it.
"An advice column?" she said, turning to a piece of parchment and starting to read it.
"Um, yes. Like love advice. . .You know, for people who need advice. . .in love and stuff. . ." I felt more stupid by the second.
"And why would you want to do that?"
"Well, it's something I'd really like to do. . .It sounds fun and. . .well, my friends say I'm really good at matchmaking and -"
"You know, Ginny, I'd have to think about it. Putting in a whole new column is a lot of work, and it's not all my decision. And even if it was," she said, still shuffling her papers, "I don't know if I could give a column to someone who turns in all her articles late."
Now that was really unfair. I only missed two deadlines, and that was only in one year.
"Ginny, if you could leave now, I'm really busy. They want my help filling a space in the Daily Prophet. I know one of the editors for the entertainment section."
Grr. It was so unfair, she didn't even give me a chance to explain! Alicia just doesn't like me. She wouldn't talk to me about her engagement, she wouldn't listen to my advice column idea. My job is such a waste of time, I have no fun at all. . .
~ 8: 23 P.M. ~
Am supposed to go see Michael tonight. But I don't feel like it. I'm too depressed . . .I think I'll send him an owl.
Dear Michael,
Sorry I can't come tonight. I think I just need a night to myself. I'll talk to you later, hopefully.
Much love,
Ginny
~ Tues., Nov. 4 ~
Ohh. . .I just got an owl from Michael.
I spent the whole afternoon making dinner for last night and
then you just cancel on me at the last minute? You know, maybe
we aren't right for
each other, I forgot how flaky you were. I think we are over.
Have a nice life. And by the way, me and Padma are back ON.
Michael.
Oh my goodness, I just feel like absolute . . . ugh, shit. Oh if I knew he would get mad at me for canceling, then I never would have! I thought he would understand! Was I really that flaky towards him? I never meant to be. . .Oh, life is just absolutely shitty. . .I hate myself, why do the worst things always happen to me?? I thought he had broken up with Padma!!
Except he never really said so . . .Oh god, what should I do? Should I go talk to him? Oh god oh god, maybe if I explain what happened, he'll forgive me.
I'm never coming out of the flat again, never!
~ 9: 45 A.M. ~
I've been doing some thinking . . . Well, that's all there really is to do when you stay home from work. Ugh, I just realized, I bet everyone thinks I stayed home from work today because I'm upset about Alicia turning down my column. . .They must think I'm a poor, bummy woman who's always late and can't keep a steady boyfriend and always spills her lattes on the office carpet. . .
But anyway, I'd been thinking. I finally remember why I dumped Michael many years ago . . . He was so self-centered and stubborn. He only made me pissed . . . Oh, then why did I get back together with him again? How could he make me so happy?
Ugh. Probably because he kept saying he loved me. See what loneliness does to you? Ugh, it led me to bed with Michael. Damnit, stupid me. . .I hate myself. . .Always being so depressed and then getting with some totally destructive guy just because he says he loves me. . .Love is stupid. I mean, there are more important things, things that won't hurt you back. Things that don't involve stupid men who just use you and then dump you for the next woman . . . Like money. Wait, no. . . .
I just realized! Bastard, he told me he was taking me out to dinner, but in the letter he made it like he was making it, toiling so long over his fucking stove. . .He was just trying to make me feel bad!
Well why does it even matter? We're over forever this time, I'm positive.
I hate love. It's such a misleading word.
~ 4: 54 P.M. ~
Well what do you know? Lavender does have a heart.
She stopped by my flat a while ago. Sort of invited herself in, I must admit, but this was the first time I felt bad for her. Ever. Even though it was more torturous than I would have liked. . .
"Seamus told me about your little 'Never coming out again' fit, and I wanted to see what you did now," she sniffed, looking around condescendingly at my flat.
Oddly enough, I was too depressed to kick her out of my apartment. So I just said, "Yeah, my boyfriend dumped me over something silly. . ."
"You had a boyfriend? Another one after Alan?" she raised her eyebrows. "Hmm, and I thought you were planning on becoming a nun."
"It was Alair, and yes I did," I said, monotonously. "I just kept it quiet. It's no big deal, anyway. We weren't really right for each other. . ."
"Well then why are you all depressed?" she said, crossing her arms and looking down at me, hair messed up and wrapped in blankets on the sofa.
"I dunno. . ." I said slowly. Why was I so upset over this? "I guess it's because . . . Well, you think you're in love, and then it suddenly hits you that you don't have anything, and you end up back where you started. . ."
Lavender snorted. "That wussy story is no where near as terrible as mine! It's horrible, oh so horrible . . . This man, he . . .he tried to put moves on me!" she said, her eyes wide to accentuate some point. "I need your advice."
That makes one person who wants to hear what I have to say, even though I couldn't imagine anyone who would want to "put the moves" on Lavender. . . "Maybe that person just didn't know you were married?"
Lavender drew in a deep breath. "Ohhh, he knew. You can't tell anyone Ginny, but it was," she shuddered fearfully, "Padma's fiancé, Michael!"
For a moment, my heart stopped beating. Just hearing his name, finding out it was him. It was like I was Stunned.
But Lavender was still talking. ". . . And I can't tell Padma, of course, because she will just hate me forever! And Parvati is on her honeymoon still, and even so, she's Padma's sister! There's no way she wouldn't tell Padma. . .What should I do??"
She was biting her manicured nails, looking around anxiously. It was annoying how similar she looked to a frightened rabbit. A rabbit who dressed in other rabbits. Ew.
"I think-" I started, but Lavender interrupted me.
"I should really tell her, I should," she said. "I don't want Padma to marry a-a--"
"Fuckwit?" I supplied. "Lavender, just do what you think is right, okay? But I've got to go, why don't you go home or something?"
"But - but--" Lavender bit her lip. "Okay, fine, but I'm going to tell her. It's the right thing to do!" She Disapperated out of the room.
Ugh. Lavender's visit left me with this horrible queasy feeling in my stomach. Sick about Michael, that fuck-witting bastard, who put moves on Lavender and dumped me and played Padma and -
Oh, god. I'm such a horrible person! This whole stupid time I've been having a whole stupid affair, and I didn't even feel bad about Padma! And then here comes prissy, self-centered Lavender, and when she gets into the same situation as me, she resists! And even decides to tell Padma!
Does this make her a better person than me?
Ugh I wish Lavender never came . . . She didn't even need my advice, she didn't even let me say anything! All she did was make me feel like complete scum! The kind that grows under the bottom of a soap bar that no one wants to touch or clean.
Oh my god, I just can't stand this! Blow after blow, how many people are out there trying to ruin my life? Is someone going to ring my doorbell and tell me that I accidentally broke some little boy's spine or something and make me feel even worse about myself?
Gaah I hate my life so much.
~ Wed. Nov., 5 ~
Ugh. Just woke up to a flurry of owls.
~ 6: 54 A.M. ~
Ugh. Can't these people just leave me alone? I have never done anything to them.
Why weren't you in yesterday? This better not be one of your "I'm never coming out again" fits. I know you don't care, but the deadline for the articles have been moved to Thursday.
Which is tomorrow, in case you're in some completely lost, dazed state. It better not be late.
Get better soon,
Alicia
Err. . . Why does Alicia never trust my competency? I can turn in that article right now if I wanted to. I'd just have to write it first.
And then from Lavender:
Ginny!!!! Meet us at my house as soon as you can!!!!!! Hurry!!!!! It's an emergency!!!! And bring photo book!!!!
Kisses, Lavender
Talk! About! Excessive! Use! Of exclamation points!!! Doesn't she mean "Kisses! Lavender!"?
Why would she want my stupid photo album?
~ 8: 26 A.M. ~
Had the weirdest time at Lavender's.
First arrived about an hour after she woke me up with her stupid letter. Honestly wasn't in a rush to get there. I mean, waking up early in the morning to visit Lavender? Like I would actually go out of my way to see her, even if I got to sleep in. Besides, she describes her house as "the blue pretty one, that's bigger than yours".
So I go to her house, found out that what she says about her house is true, and am immediately attacked when I ring at the door.
"Aaaauugh!" Lavender screamed, throwing her arms around me. "Ginny I'm so glad you're here. I just had to say thank you!"
"Um, you're welcome," I said. "For what?"
"For advising me to tell Padma the truth," she said, her eyes shining with tears. God, she's so melodramatic.
"But Lavender, I didn't do anything-"
"So I told Padma," she continued on, not listening to me, "and she said she had some idea that Michael was having an affair something anyway and that he was a just a stupid man-pig and that she had really wanted to dump him but she was too afraid to since they had spent so much time on the wedding. But now she has!!!! She's not even mad at me. We made up a new motto: 'Chicks before Dicks'!!!"
"Mmm, that's nice," I said. See, now he's single . . . At least I was right about that. "Why did I have to bring my photo album, anyway?"
"Oh, yes!" She grabbed the book from me and started flipping through the pages. She did that for about a minute until she started to frown. "Don't you have any pictures of Michael?"
"Um, no," I said, "They're all from Hogwarts and I kind of threw them out after. . .my fourth year."
"Oh pooh," she said, throwing the photo book down. "I wanted to give them to Padma, to help her with the healing process. She wants as many pictures as she can find for this new hex she found in Witch Weekly." She showed me the article. It looked like a bunch of old crazy witch-doctor voodoo.
"'Get back at your ex with a few simple items: photographs of him, a non-flammable basin, lighter fluid, and spite for that stupid guy'," I read.
"Isn't it great?" she said, all excitedly.
"Um, yeah," I lied. "Sounds like fun."
"Why don't you join us? It'll be all the girls and you can bring some pictures of those other weirdoes you dated too!"
"Uh, no, I'm busy."
"Busy? You don't even know when it is."
"Uh. . ." I really did not want to be involved in her crazy voodoo. Especially since I did not think it would work, except to burn the house down. "You know, I'm just busy every day. Hard work, being a reporter, um, I've got to go, alright?"
"Okay. Hope you're going to work, though," she said, shaking her finger at me. "Alicia is this close to sacking you."
"What?!" I whirled around to face her. "Where did you hear that?"
"Well she and Seamus say you're always late for work and -"
"I've only been late a few times, and I've had perfectly good reasons!" I was fuming. "You know, I think Alicia just hates me! She's never this mean to everybody else!"
"Well maybe you should try talking to her," Lavender said, taking out a nail file because this conversation just wasn't interesting enough for her.
"WHY???"
"Well maybe you could become friends with her."
"WHY????"
Lavender sniffed. "She is a person, you know."
I guess it wouldn't hurt to try . . .I really want my own column!
**Hmm. . .Does Lavender remind anyone of Karen from Will and Grace? Well sorry this chapter took so long, but I made it extra lengthy just for all you angels out there :D.**