So this is where I would flash a neon "welcome" sign in your face, jump up and down, and thank you over and over again for visiting my humble fanfiction.

Eh. As it's rather impossible to do that, I'll just say thanks again for visiting my fanfiction and I hope that you'll find it enjoyable.

Basically, if you want some "author information" – I'm a wannabe writer who's thirteen years old, loves Harry Potter to death, and will try to update as often as I can.

This fanfiction is not exactly planned out too well, actually. I usually have a big plot to revolve around (as I only usually write Lily/James, and that's pretty serious), but this one is going to be a Katie Bell fanfiction. The plot is still loose, and because these are not main characters, I won't have as much Voldy action, I don't think. It's a Katie Bell/Marcus Flint piece (I got the ship off of one of my friends, Emily – named TraumaQueen – read "Counting her Tears" ) mostly based on Katie's point of view.

Now, this isn't a really popular ship, I don't think, because I don't remember if JKR expresses exactly how old Marcus is and if he's in the same year as Katie…well, I don't know. So let's just pretend that this is Harry's fifth year, and Katie (who I'm assuming is in the same year as Gred and Forge) and Marcus's seventh. (And I have no idea how many times Marcus had done sixth/seventh year over…I do think JKR creates as him as a rather stupid character…and he's done sixth year over three times? Yeahhh…if you have any info about that, help.)

Right, so the time and the age and everything might not exactly fit, so you can call the fic AU – alternate universe. Hah.

Disclaimer. I am not J.K. Rowling. I am using her characters to form a fanfiction, and am not breaking the law/earning any money off this piece. This is just for fun.

Fabula Incipio! (I do believe that's latin for "let the story begin," or you know, along the lines of that.)

Some things never change, and one of them was Katie Bell.

As she sat there, curled up in front of the fire, parchment in hand (and as blank as ever) all she could really think about was Quidditch.

The light breeze that would slide by her cheek as she flew by on her broom…

The feel of the wood in her palms, or a leather ball…

Shouting crowds, fervor, sweat, swarms of gold and red, cheering.

All for her. All for her, Miss Katie Bell, of the Wasps, scoring the most goals with her trusty red Quaffle, a confident smile on her face.

Her face plastered on Witch Weekly and The Daily Prophet, a role model for all.

"Katie Bell scores the most goals at Quidditch Cup on Sunday, once again making it a win for England! She will be signing autographs on Tuesday at Flourish and Blotts. Be there!"

Radio talk show hosts calling all over for her to be on their show on Wednesday, to talk about the win, and Hogwarts begging for her to make a speech for graduation of the seventh years on Friday.

"No, you're all booked, Miss Bell, ma'am, for Friday." Her assistant would say, and Katie would smile and give her a bonus just because she was, of course, the sweetest celebrity alive.

"Cancel whatever is on Friday, because I'm going to be at Hogwarts. That is, after all, where I learned a lot of my Quidditch skills. Oh, and set up a phone call for Oliver – I need to thank him for teaching me his fabulous tactics on Quidditch."

"Already done, Miss Bell. In fact, I have a dinner for you on Saturday with him. Seven o'clock sound okay, miss?"

"Charming."

And then she would meet a lovely man, all decked out in the Wimbourne Wasps

(A/N – that is the name for the British team, right? Or am I remembering wrong?)

costume, the new guy, the seeker. And they would kiss right there, after they'd won the match, fingers running through hair and the whole nine yards, and he would propose, and there would be a diamond Quaffle on her finger.

Just like that.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

"Katie. Katie! Have you been listening to me?"

"Eh?"

"Katie, what have you been doing the last half hour?"

"Uh…daydreaming, I believe."

There was a pause. Exasperation and bemusement mixed into one.

"Katie, please. Listen to me."

Sighing, she looked up into her best friend's face, forgetting all fragments of Quidditch dreams and perfect men in a second.

No matter, she thought, he'll be back in my dreams.

"What were you saying, Angelina?"

"I was telling you," She said, smiling all the while, " – that this afternoon, at lunch, I swear George Weasley was checking you out…like crazy. Seriously, he had this daydreaming look on his face, and he had his right cheek resting on his hand, and his finger was running absentmindedly along the length of his lips, and he just sighed…and god, you guys would be so perfect together!" Angelina was clearly very excited as she said this, jumping up and down and waving her arms around.

Katie just nodded and smiled. They'd been through this conversation before, and the topic usually went away if she ignored it.

"What? No shriek of excitement, Katie?"

"Angelina, you know as well as I do that I do not like George Weasley. Why do you think I would want to marry The Three Stooges…except mixed into one, crazy, redheaded prat? I don't like him, and trust me, I don't even think he likes me."

"Nonsense! Of course he likes you! And besides – wouldn't it be great? You know, if I got married to Fred, and you to George…and – "

" – And we'd be sisters in law. One problem, Angie. I don't like George, and I don't fancy marrying him." Katie scowled at her best friend and turned away.

"And besides," she said, a little carefully this time, knowing that Angelina would probably be extremely sensitive about the subject, "if you like Fred so much why are you dating other people?"

"Well, I'm trying to make him jealous, obviously. We've discussed this before – "

"No, Angelina. We both know that you like Fred and he likes you back so why don't you just dump your boyfriend – or for all I know, boyfriends -- and just buy a ring and announce your true love to the whole world! If you know that you're meant for him, save Fred the trouble of having to go bright purple with jealousy every time he sees you making out with some sleazy boyfriend of yours, which you have a new one every week, and – "

Katie stopped. She had definitely gone too far.

"Kathryn Marilyn Bell!" Angelina's voice was strong like her parents, and if she didn't know better, Katie would have mistaken that her best friend was just about ready to spank her and ground her. "Are you calling me a whore?!" The last word was spat out a little too loudly, and Katie saw a couple people in the common room turn their heads curiously. She had half a mind to stand up and shout for people to mind their own business, but she thought better of it. Keeping her voice low, she replied.

"No! Why would I call you a whore? You're my best friend, 'Lina."

She wondered if she should just leave it at that, just let Angelina keep dating all her stupid boyfriends and ruin the chance that she had with Fred, but…

She couldn't do it.

"But, Angelina – I don't think you should keep up this jealousy thing anymore. He obviously likes you without having to be jealous of you. Just – you know – dump your boyfriends – "

"Boyfriend!" Cried Angelina, shrilly.

" – Dump your boyfriend and ask Fred out."

Angelina considered this for a second, chewing on her bottom lip and examining her nails, which was her trademark-thinking move.

"Look, you might think it's a bad plan to date different guys, but I'm seventeen and I'm having fun before I want to quite settle down with Fred. And besides, he might not even like me! Just…butt out of my love life."

Katie would have held both hands up in the classic hold-up move and agreed, but she couldn't help it.

"Then butt out of mine."

"Excuse me?!" Angelina's voice was too high again…and definitely doing a big crescendo in volume.

"Look, I just don't want to hear about George again – "

"Fine! But if you come crying back to me when George doesn't want you anymore, trust me, Katie, I won't help!"

Angelina stomped out of the common room for effect, swinging the portrait shut so loud that the bang echoed throughout the whole room and Katie turned a peachy red from everyone staring at her. She hated having fights in public. However, she'd had a fair share of them at Hogwarts after getting to know Angelina, because really, she didn't seem to mind the publicity at all. In fact, Angelina lived off publicity – she loved to be the center of attention and only did well in the spotlight. She hated isolation and had sworn to have lots of kids when she grew older, because she hated the quiet.

Katie sometimes wondered why they were even friends.

But when she wondered after a fight, there would always be the beautiful making up, where they would hug and cry and say "I missed you" three hundred times over until the whole common room would stand up and start clapping for the reconciliation of two wonderful friends.

And when that happened, Katie wouldn't really mind the publicity.

…Yeah, okay, that's it. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!

-Amy.