A/N: Started typing at 10:43 am on August 5, 2003, jamming out to the tunes of Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven. As usual, a glossary will be at the bottom. Yay. And to all new reviewers/readers, enjoy or flame. I shall use the flames to warm my friend Liv's hands because they are really cold and she always pokes me with them.
A/N 2: I realized that I didn't place a time line for this story, well, Harry Potter will be attending Hogwarts for the first time this year and it's Angelina and the twins' third year.
Friday September 1The Three Cauldrons
11:23 am
I don't know how I managed to sneak into the room last night. Braden was writing a letter to his girlfriend Sophie. What does she see in my prick brother? Ah yes, I know, the money to keep her happy and the ability to hire a personal pimp daddeh.
Mum left a note on my bed to stop calling him Humongous Bottom. Is it my fault if it's true?
Had an eventful morning though. Otto didn't like the idea of being put in a basket. Amie didn't like the idea of staying with Hagrid all year long down in his cabin. Little do they know this may be the year they will be needed the most.
Dun dun dun.
Otto scratched Braden before the twat could put a hex on him, right across the nose. Hahahahahahaha, oh my sides. I love you Otto with your repulsive gray/orange/black/white coat and squashed face with ugly yellow eyes. But mum is a healer so that was soon taken care of, but she did tell me that kneazle scratches are harder to get rid of and he still has a minor scar.
Hahahahahahahahahaha. What are you going to tell your dear Sophie, Braden?
"I got scratched by my kid sister's kneazle when I tried to hex it because I'm such a doofbox."
Hahahahahaha! Good times.
Jay came stumbling in soon after the scratch incident and wanted me to help him get dressed.
"Not now Jay. Go find mummy," I told him as I packed.
"No! Bad Angel! Help Jay now!" It's amazing how strong his little arms are and how fast he pulls me away from my trunk.
"No Jay! Why can't Humongous—I mean Braden help you?" Now, remove hand and walk to trunk.
Hand grab. "No no no! Bad Angel!"
"Mooooooom! Jay's not leaving me alone!"
"Just humor him Angelina," Fred Weasley, in my doorway. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. How did he get here? Think Angelina, Jay left the door open so he just walked in. Like normal people do.
Put on a cool face and smile naturally. Good. "Humor him? Hah, that's a laugh. Why don't you do it for me so I can pack, or would you rather look at my knickers?" Oh no! Sarcasm is not good! Haha, I was being sarcastic.
"Knickers are good," he said and winked. A wink. He bloody winked at me. That's twice in two days. Wait, he's still talking, "but I think I'll help Jay for you."
Laugh laugh. "Alright. His clothes are over there and he'll let you know which ones he wants to wear," point, jab, be rude. No jelly-knees yet. Pack pack stuff. "Jay, go with Fred. He'll help you get dressed."
"No no bad Angel!" repeated Jay. He shook his little hands and tried to pull me over to his clothes.
"No Jay! Go with Fred! I have to pack!" I pulled my hands back and then examined them. After Jay had touched them they felt suspiciously sticky. "Who gave you a chocolate frog Jay?" Ewey. Chocolate on my hands, and I don't mean the good kind.
"Fred," he said promptly. He glared at a-mentioned cutie and held his hands up. "It's his fault Angies."
I glanced at Fred. Oh he's so cute when he looks shocked and innocent at the same time. "Did you really? He's not supposed to have chocolate."
"No! I swear it wasn't me," he shot out, looking upset. "Maybe it was George or Bill, but it wasn't me."
"No no no! Bad Fred! It was Fred! Angelina, it was him!" Jay whined. He really can be cute when he's not ruining your life.
"I think I'll have to side with Jay on this one Fred. He usually doesn't lie and you look highly guilty," I said, placing a hand on my little brother's head.
"But it wasn't me! You have to believe me Angelina!" Fred pleaded. He's so bloody cute. I want to run over there and start snogging him endlessly. Oh Fred do you know how absolutely sexy you are?
Of course not because Braden has to ruin everything, the boy with the Humongous Bottom. He came stomping in, polishing his HB badge lovingly. It was enough to make a decent human sick, but Braden is not a decent human. He knocked into Fred and didn't bother to apologize. Instead he stopped and looked at the other boy.
"Well," he said, obviously wanting Fred to apologize. The git.
"Well," Fred said, mocking my brother perfectly. Heehee, he's so cute. Can I snog him now?
"Aren't you going to apologize," demanded Braden.
"No. Not when you were the one to knock into me," returned Fred.
"Braden, will you dress Jay so I can finish packing? Or I'll let Otto out." I said swiftly.
"Humph," Humongous Bottom snorted, but he went over to help Jay, rubbing his nose where the scar was. I'll admit it, I was giggling when I stuffed knickers into my trunk.
Jay put his chocolaty hands right on Braden's Head Boy badge. Not too long after, he put them on his older brother's brand new Ravenclaw uniform.
With the help of Fred, I dragged my trunk, my broom resting safely on the top, to the parlor-type thing of the inn. We were about to leave on our promised walk when Jay and Braden came marching down from upstairs, the latter absolutely fuming. He deposited Amie's basket on my trunk and Otto's empty one on top of that. Otto trotted down after him, looking smug.
"It's time to go Angelina. Say good-by to your little friend," my mother told me while she put some lippy on.
I sighed; she was out to ruin my life. I swear. I did as she directed me and smiled at Fred. He smiled back.
Ha il sorriso migliore. And then, you know what happened?
He pulled me in for a hug.
I totally forgot that my mom was a frog and that my brother was a twit. This is all I need.
"Angelina! Come over here!" Damn you mother.
On the Hogwarts Express2:17 pm
I met up with Katie, Alicia, Lee, George and Fred and we got a train compartment, just like we said we would. I saw Oliver Wood and Charlie Weasley at the Platform. Oliver was completely flushed. George told me that Charlie put in a good word for him and he made Quidditch Captain and he kept sending letters thanking Charlie endlessly. That's when Katie Bell told me that Harry Potter was coming to Hogwarts this year.
"Yeah, Ronnikins is too. Maybe they'll be best friends," George said between eating a chocolate frog.
"What house do you think he'll get?" Alicia Spinnet asked to no one in particular.
"Gryffindor," Lee Jordan said immediately. We all nodded our agreement.
"There's no house like Gryff," Fred said solemnly. We all nodded agreement again.
"Braden would argue. Can you believe he's our Head Boy this year?" I said, making a face.
"Humongous Bottom," George said grinning.
"What?" Katie questioned, popping a Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean in her mouth. "Ew! Grass!" She spit it out the window and turned back.
"It's what Angie calls him," explained Fred. Oh he's so cute.
"Why? Because the badge only says HB?" Katie asked again.
"Yes you daft airhead," I said with a grin.
I was sitting across from Fred who was squished between George and Lee just like I was between Alicia and Katie. Otto roamed the train compartment, pausing by Lee's tarantula Killer when he got to that side. I watched him. He really was an ugly beast. He jumped up onto my lap and began purring, but I wouldn't call it that. It sounded more like a broken clock.
"I'm giving Amie to Hagrid," I said suddenly. Alicia's head snapped to look at me.
"What? Why? Didn't your aunt give her to you?"
"Aunt Ellie? Yeah she did, but she's bonkers and Ames attacked this woman from mum's work at the dinner party the other night. Plus Hagrid sounded so thrilled when I asked him if he would mind taking her."
"Hmm…" Alicia said and leaned against the compartment's wall.
Gryffindor Girl's Dormitories
9:46 pm
Harry Potter did get into Gryffindor and he and Ron are best friends.
I got to sit next to Fred at dinner.
Ohmygodohmygod. I kept asking Katie if there was anything in my teeth. She kept nodding, so I finally stopped listening to her. I made a complete idiot of myself on numerous occasions during dinner, but luckily Fred didn't seem to notice.
He's so sexy.
1:00 am
Nuddy-pants Fred again. Nummy.
2:34 am
Stop it. Stop thinking about Fred, Angelina! You'll never get to sleep at this rate!
2:36 am
Oh who cares? I don't have any classes tomorrow. In fact, I don't have any until Monday.
Saturday September 2Gryffindor Commons
10:02 am
I was rudely awoken by the sound of the stairs going off. Somebody (or rather, Some BOY) tried to get into the girl's dorms. So I was dragged out of my bed by a giggling Alicia and Katie, the latter with curlers in her hair, and shown a disgruntled looking Fred and George Weasley.
Hahahahahahaha! They look so shocked. Seems George didn't plan this one out that well.
"Why did the stairs go all funny?" a first year girl asked.
"Around the time of the Founders, they believed that boys were less trust worthy than the girls. We can go into their dorms, but as you can see, they can't go into ours," Sara said. She was our resident Prefect, and just as snooty as my brother. "Weasleys, Detention."
"Bloody genius plan George," Fred grumbled.
"It was your idea!" George exclaimed, standing up.
"Do you always listen to me?" Fred asked. He was still in his jimjams. Bludger bats and broomsticks decorated it. How cute, dedication even in sleep. Speaking of cute…
Stop it Angelina. Stop now.
I've been in the Commons since then, listening to Fred and George whine. Well, Fred was the one doing the whining and George has been ignoring him.
I have yet to get out of my own jimjams. As of now, I am engaged in a game of chess with Fred. He's going easy on me. Or at least, I'm going super easy on him. He has the cutest little wrinkle between his eyebrows when he's thinking. Sometimes I want to just reach up and poke it.
Alas, dato che io non ha le budella.
Monday September 4
Gryffindor Commons
3:21 pm
Picture it, I was promised a walk, and still no walk.
I blame you Fred Weasley.
By Braden's Humongous Bottom, I will have my walk before the week ends!
Glossary:
Prick – Snobby
Doofbox – My own invention, along with the help of the lovely students in my school. It basically means idiot. (Wow, I just realized how many references of idiot in this story pertain to Braden in some fashion)
Knickers – Panties, girls' undergarments.
Git – Jerk, idiot, ladada you get the picture. (Once again pertaining to Braden. Pity, I kinda like him in a way…)
Lippy – Lipstick Really, you all are hopeless. Haha, I joke, I love you all!
Daft – Innocent, naïve.
Bonkers – See Nutters in first chapter
Jimjams – Pajamas
A/N: I feel horrible for this taking so long. I really do. School started today, and I was rushing to finish this up when I got home. I'm afraid that the next few chapters are going to take a while as well. I hardly like this chapter for my Muse, fondly known as Merigold, has left me to inspire others. Hopefully she will return and help me.
Now, whether you liked it or not, please do comment. I like to know whose reading my stories and what they think.
I love you my lovely readers,
PinkMooseofDoom: Aww… thanks ^__^ I'm a total avid F/A shipper. I even role-play Angelina in a group. Glad you thought it was so funny :D
Meena2: You need an ffNET account that way I can bug you with emails XD Thanks so much!
Ashliegh: I worked really hard to keep her in character so I appreciate the praise. YES! READ THE BOOK! IT IS AWESOME! Braden is taken off the characteristics of one of my close friends who is also the heir to a huge estate and is constantly doing stuff like Braden. When I decided to write this story, Angelina just needed a pricky older brother, and thus, Braden was born! And here's your continuement!
Yes, I'm aware that continuement is not a word.
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The Ecstatic SG