Disclaimer: If you think I own anything, you're quite wrong. I own Braden, Jay, and Mr. Johnson but they're used in reference to Angelina Johnson so therefore, I own diddly-squat. I don't even own the cough drop that I'm eating! So that makes me a saaad person.

A/N: I'm on fire. Wooooo. Okay, here's the deal, I'll keep writing as long as you keep reviewing. Deal?

Friday, September 8

Divination

10:09 am

My uniform is itchy. Otto slept on it last night after he ate Katie's Potion. (Mental Note #2: Find Otto another bed other than my uniform) Kneazles are strange, rarely does any sort of magic work on them. I didn't get a chance to update thanks to the flying books flying across the dorm and hitting Otto. Katie tried to hex him into having boils all over, but he scratched her first. Hahahahaha. It was funny! Funny I tell you! But now Katie wants to murder Otto, so it's not that funny.

Who am I kidding? It's hilarious!

I'm in Divination now. It's not like Trelawney will notice anyway seeing as how she just predicted Lee's cruel and unusual death due to a falling statue in the Great Hall. He pointed out that there are no statues in the Great Hall so now they're in the biggest argument in this class to date. I think I have a bit of free time to write.

Straight to the nub of the matter, between getting back so late last night and Otto eating Katie's Potion, I couldn't write. Therefore, I shall do it now! During dinner last night, I noticed Fred and George leave early, but I asked Lee to stay behind and walk with me. Dinner was wonderful, roast chicken with just a hint of onion sauce and pumpkin juice… very tasty. Oh no, my stomach's growling, I better skip the description of the meal then.

I caught Lee's arm before he left without me. "Lee, walk with me please, I don't know where this Gregor the Swampy is."

He looked amused. "Angel, it's Gregory the Smarmy. Good thing you caught me or else you'd never get there. So what's the deal with you and Fred?"

I stopped and looked at him. I was shocked, was Fred talking about me? My knees felt a little weak. "What do you mean? Nothing's up."

Lee chuckled. He has a funny laugh, something between a full out throw-your-head-back-and-die-laughing thing and a chipmunk's laugh. "Well, it's not every day that two of my best friends who are obviously attracted to each other arrange to go to Hogsmeade together."

At this point, I decided to take advantage of the schoolboy crush Lee used to have on me and slip my arm through his. "Come now Corny, you wouldn't hide things from me, would you? Tell your dear friend all about this attraction thing coming from Fred to me… Waitaminute, where are we going?" (Mental Note #3: Beat answers out of Corny at a later date).

Lee had been steering us around with little concern as if he knew exactly where we were going. However, we had left the first floor, went to the second floor, to the third, and then back down to the first again. I lost track of all the turns we made.

"Lay off the Corny, and don't think you can seduce me Gwennie. I'm much older and more mature. We're taking a shortcut." Lee's nickname when we were little was always Corny because his hair reminded me of corn… Jay tried to eat his hair once… Gwennie, was of course from my middle name. Truthfully, Lee was the only one brave enough to ever call me anything relating to Gwendolyn. I always had some sort of respect about that. Must be because he was meant to be a Gryffindor.

"This is not a shortcut and you know it Corny! Take me straight to the Smarmy one. Oh you know you still think my braids are so pretty. Look at them, admire them."

"Shut up Gwen. I'll bloody take you to the Smarmy one when I ruddy feel like it. But we're here anyway."

Turns out the Smarmy one was on the corridor to the left of the Great Hall and staircase thingy.

"Bloody hell Lee! You led me all that way to take me to a ruddy statue less than 50 meters away! You really want me to kill you don't you?" I got out my wand and put it to his neck threateningly. "I had to walk a long bloody way! And my nose is still broken!"

"Shut up Angelina! And leave your stupid conk alone!" George poked his head out from behind a rather suave looking statue of a man grinning like an idiot. Gregory the Smarmy reminded me a lot of Braden with his stance and cocky grin. If he's anything like Braden, it's because there's either a girl around, or a person of a higher rank than him.

My hand went to my nose protectively for at least the tenth time in four hours. "It's not a conk! And the only reason it's mussed up is because you broke it! You'll pay for it too!"

"Dammit Johnson, if you keep saying that, I'll be forced to knock you senseless. I'm not going to pay for a single thing! You're a pansy who wouldn't harm a fly, unless they had the Quaffle. Now you two lovebirds get back here. We have work to do." George glared at Lee and my arms locked together, but grinned too. He's a strange one, that other Weasley.

"As you say Oh Mischief Maker." Lee said, bowing his head slightly. He winked at me and then leaned in to whisper. "George's an arrogant wanker, we have to humor him or else he'd never go on pranks with us. And duff him up for me." He took his elbow out of the crook of my arm and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me behind the statue of Gregory.

Surprisingly, it was rather spacey back there even though it didn't look like it from the front. Fred and George were back there, looking at a tattered bit of parchment. Fred looked up and grinned. "Ah, so now we can get underway. Hey, Ange, why does your nose tilt like that?"

"Lay off Fred. It's no thanks to your stupid brother." Lee and I plopped down on the floor next to Fred while George put a silencing charm on the statue and surrounding area. I didn't know this until later.

"Right. So this is the first meeting of the Makeshift Marauders." Fred announced. "With this little parchment here, we can go anywhere in the castle and not get caught. The reason we chose this spot is because of the room, and it's convenient location near the Hunchback Witch, who just so happens to hold a passage to Hogsmeade in her hunch. Our meetings will be occasional; George and I will give you the head up. Tonight, we're going to Hogsmeade, but first we need to--"

"Wait, you're telling me that I've got to bung around with you lot and then climb through a witch's hunchback?" I interrupted. This is what was so important?

George plopped down next to me and gave a look. "Shut up Johnson. We chose you out of the rest of the bungers because we thought you'd do a dandy job of helping us out. You can keep a secret and Lee put in a nice word for you. So if you'd like to stay, shut your trap."

"Shut up George! You better not tick me off, don't forget, you owe me for ruining my nose! Makeshift Marauders. Really, couldn't you have come up with a better name? You just stole it off that parchment!" I grabbed the thing out of Fred's hand and tapped it with my wand. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good," I said clearly, even if a bit sarcastically. With amazement, I watched the piece of parchment light up and show a map of Hogwarts. There we were, little dots labeled and put in the correct positions. Even crimson for Gryffindor. "Wha-what is this thing?"

George snatched it out of my hands and looked at Lee angrily. "I thought you didn't tell her anything!"

"I didn't," Lee protested. "How do we know Fred didn't? They were getting cozy in her dorm just yesterday!"

I felt my face grow warm and noticed with satisfaction that Fred's ears turned pink. Hah.

"I didn't!" Fred protested in nearly the same manner as Lee.

"Yes, let's all talk like I'm not here. Really, you lot aren't good at hiding things. Whispering in the corner of the Commons. I saw you last year and heard you say it. Figured I'd give it a shot. Really." I smiled maliciously at their shocked faces. Oh yes, the Makeshift Marauders were under way. "Now, about that name, you need something more creative. Any suggestions?"

"Who bloody well died and made you the queen of pranks?" Lee murmured, but I decided to ignore him.

George made a face but then pitched in. "The Smarmters, because we're suave, and smarter than everyone else."

"Any other suggestions?" Fred asked, looking rather amused.

Lee, George and I shook our heads.

"The Smarmters we are. Now, who wants a bit of butterbeer?"

All hands shot up. Butterbeer sounded wonderful. I could almost taste it. Fred grinned impishly at me and I melted inside. Well, it was well worth the excursions if it meant I got to spend time with Fred.

We stayed out until midnight. It was Lee's brilliant idea to go into the Shrieking Shack. Now, I have never been really frightened of the old thing, but it was just a bit too old for my liking. Even the Hogwarts ghosts refused to go in. Grudgingly, I agreed, and soon regretted it. They spent the whole time trying to frighten me out of my wits. I did the most rash thing… I jumped right into Fred and clung to him! I'm not going to say it wasn't nice, because it was, but still! I was attached to Fred! It was very nice…

11:14 am

Bum noodles, Trelawney caught me writing. She thought that it was for Divination so she let me slip by. She asked me something about tea leaves, to which I responded, "Well, I like my tea leaves in tea. Rather tasty as you can imagine."

Saturday, September 9

The Three Broomsticks

12:34 pm

I tried to get him to stay. I really did. Letters weren't enough. I was just reading over one in particular.

Dearest Angelina,

            Hello dear! How's school going for you? Been missing you like hell, really. Your mum's still upset about your nose, but we'll jolly well get through it eh? Now, you know you can't hex Braden's nose off (but if you do, do it for me doll). I heard you have a Hogsmeade trip this weekend from Braden. You really should write more dear, he's gaining popularity with your mother quickly. And I do enjoy hearing from you. You're much better at talking about something other than yourself.

            While we're on the subject, how would you like a visit from Jay and I this weekend? No need to reply, we'll be at The Three Broomsticks at 1:00 sharp. Take care, and if you want to, invite a few of your friends. I'd like to see Lee again, make sure he's there. I'll take you shopping afterwards.

Love,

Your affectionate Daddy and Jay

The gang is showing up later. Oh woe is I. Daddy, I love him I really do, but bringing Jay along? He's the cutest little brother a girl could as for, but he's still too little to come and visit. Doesn't Daddy remember last time when he broke a chair in his temper? Oh, let this end soon!

Glossary:

Nub – The point

Ruddy – About the same as bloody

Wanker – Dick, idiot

Bung – Hang

Bungers – People

Lot – People

A/N: I feel so proud of myself! ::tear:: Look at me, updating so quickly! Anyway, you lovely readers now get the chance to be appreciated!

Faye – Hehe, I know. I was having a bit of a row with my brother and wanted to maim him, so it came out in the writing.

Star2717 (Betsy) – If you notice your name gone, it's because I took it. ::shifty eyes:: Hmm, perhaps I shall use your name as a good snog. That's a wonderful idea! You just opened up a plot bunny for me!

Ashliegh – And another! ^__^ This story is so much fun now that I'm getting into it again. Yes, Braden is a git. ::hides from Braden:: The thought of Lee living next door didn't come up until the night before last, kind of a mind in turmoil seeking for plot bunnies…

FredsAngel – And because you were so polite, I updated again! And don't worry, the hex is coming… ::rubs hands together greedily:: Wait, forget that. You never saw it! Thankee for the love!

Hpgal186 – This is what happens next! Yay! ::dances around happily::

A/N2: I would like to thank my brother, for so selflessly letting me make fun of him in my fic, even if he doesn't know. I would also like to thank James for letting me fashion Braden after him and also for the awesome bracelet for good luck. Here would also be the time that I thank my Beta, but she quit on me so she gets left out. And dearies, it's time to review!