Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I live with my parents and my twin brother. I share a room with my brother. As you can imagine, this is horrible considering we're 15 now and still can't be separated for a brief moment even just to sleep. We once drew a line down the room like all twins do but with better foresight. After all, I did get the door and the air conditioning controls. I realize that this is a rant. I will stop now. (This is truly my favorite part of the story)
A/N: I am horrible. I should be shot. But high school has a way of making everything worthwhile. Even getting shot. I actually started writing this the day after the fifth chapter and actually finished it, but I scratched it for inconsistency. Then, I wrote the perfect chapter (at 4 in the morning ::cough::) and was going to upload it in the morning. But Kyle-o (my brother) beat me to the computer and 'accidentally' deleted it. Then I got sidetracked by an amusing plot bunny and wrote a totally different fic and forgot this one.
Well, after all those troubles, here it is. It's still debatable whether there will be a glossary. All depends how I'm feeling at the end. /Author Notes
Ever have one of those days that you keep wishing never happened? I have a feeling that karma is finally catching up with me after hexing Braden's Y-knickers to flash 'I love my fluffy teddy. His name is Snuggles.' in bright iridescent colors that would shine through clothes.
My baby brother is pure spoiled. I wish I were nine years younger than my older sibling. Maybe I'd get away with things then. Brush it off as 'oh she doesn't know any better!'
12:30 pm
Daddy was a whole two hours late. Can you believe that? He left me in there for two hours just sitting and feeling rather stupid. May I remind the able-minded that I was supposed to be snogging Fred Weasley at that point?
12:32pm
I really need to stop thinking about Fred so much. It ends in nelly jees and such mooning.
12:34pm
For the record, that should be 'jelly knees' and 'much swooning.' I'll have you know I've only shown my gorgey bum to my nurse when I was a babe and that was unwillingly.
12:40 pm
This was supposed to be about yesterday wasn't it? Yes well Otto is rather distracting when he is shoving his large bum in your face. I suppose you wouldn't find a 10-kilo cat waving a bum in your face distracting.
When Daddy finally arrived, I was sound asleep in a corner. Meanwhile, George had met a girl named Betsy and was snogging her endlessly in the seat next to me. Fred and Alicia were playing 'Guess who has the uglier face' (simultaneously insulting Broomsticks customers) and Lee was chatting up Madam Rosemerta.
She's far too old for my Cornrowed neighbor.
My dream of riding off on a broom with Fred into the sunset was ruined by the sound of Jay screaming.
"Bad Angel! Bad Angel died! Jinx bad Angel daddy! Jinx!" He has the most scathing voice I have ever heard in a four year old. Don't they make tazers for shutting up small children? I think the Johnson family should invest.
"Whu? Whozzat?" I coherently managed to mumble before being attack by a flying ball of human flesh.
"Your brother I'm chancing to guess," Alicia managed to get between turns. "Either that or you certainly need to stop bunging around in nursery schools."
"Fizzing Whizbees, my eyes may just burn out from looking at such lovely people for over two hours. Can I leave now?" Fred asked from those perfect lips. For a moment I forgot that my family is insane, a crazy ghost haunts my house, and that my brother was currently attached to my hip.
At this time, I looked around at my friends and stopped to stare at George in horror. "Spare the children George! We don't all enjoy seeing you devour that poor girl's face in public!"
George broke liplock long enough to push Jay away from the table. "Better?"
"Quite honestly no. I've just been turned down by a woman who wears sparkly high heels. I'm in the gutters." Lee sighed.
"You two, honestly. I don't mean to be crude Betsy, but you're being quite the philanthropist in letting your face be eroded away." I think I jumped foot in the air as my father spoke over my shoulder. How selfish of my friends not to tell me my own dad was standing behind me. Really, everything was not about them!
It's about me!
Betsy jumped clear two feet off of George's lap before dipping into an apologetic bow and running off. "Nice going Mr. Johnson," George mumbled before running off behind her.
It was a fine enough meeting for the rest of the time. Daddy refrained from telling stories until it came to how I met Lee. That's an entertaining story.
"Well," Daddy started after buying the fourth round of butterbeers for my friends and me. Surprisingly, Jay had settled into a somewhat quiet mood. I think he fancies Alicia though. "We had been living in the Manor for about four years," I ignored the look Fred gave me at the word 'Manor' relating to my house, "When a group of hippies moved in next door."
"Hey!" Lee started. "We're not hippies!"
"Don't be so selfish, I meant the other neighbors." Daddy put up a hand and shook his head. "I did mean Lee."
"Hey!"
"Shut it Jordan," the whole table managed to say in unison.
"As I was saying, hippies moved in. Angel's mom and I thought they were from Jamaica because practically the whole family had dreadlocks. Angelina quickly decided to make friends with their son. But I think it was only so she would have someone to beat at Quidditch other than her brother."
This, I take the time to interrupt, would be true.
"She didn't have a chance to before we shipped her off to a Muggle boarding school."
"Wait," Fred intermitted, "Angelina went to Muggle boarding school?"
I nodded, grudgingly.
"Did you ever live at home Ange?" Alicia asked.
I shook my head, refusing to speak. I hate this story.
"Anyway," Daddy said, "She was in luck. Not two weeks later the Jordans showed up at our house asking Claire and I where they should send their six-year-old son for school before he was sent to Hogwarts. They informed us they were wizards at this point, rather unintelligently I might add."
"Hey!"
"Shut it Jordan."
"We of course sent them straight to Angel's boarding school. I didn't hear a word from my only daughter about this boy, but rather complaints against her brother and asking whether she could hex him. Which I of course told her she couldn't because her mother would be far too sad. Oh, and I would be too of course. As usual, we got an invitation to the school play. That year it was, what play was it Angel?"
"Beauty and the Beast," I mumbled.
"What was that? Speak up," Fred said, leaning over the table, grinning from ear to ear. And what nice ears they are too. I wonder what it would be like to have a good ear snog with them.
"Beauty and the Beast," I all-but-shouted.
"And who should be starring other than our own Lee Jordan and my delicate Angel!" My father announced happily. At this point, I will call him Vader because he is nothing other than a Dutch immigrant to me from now on.
"Let me guess," Alicia said excitedly, "Angelina was Beauty and Lee was the Beast!"
"Switch it around," Vader said. As you can imagine, the resulting laughter was horrible. I tried my best not to choke my father. "And it was a wonderful play. Lucky I brought a few pictures hmm?"
I feigned checking my watch. "Oh no guys, this fun filled evening must end. It's time to head back to the school. Imagine that!"
Fred laughed and tapped my forehead with a very attractive finger. "I know a way back that will cut our time in half. Nice try. Let's see those pictures Mr. Johnson."
Vader will pay.
4:50 pm
I will hex Vader's head off. You know what the last thing he said to me was?
"Oy, Angel, what happened to your conk? It's off to one side."
I could kill him.
Then, as we were leaving in a small stuffy passage that leads to a small mouse hole that couldn't even let a mouse through and Fred Weasley expects me to squeeze though, Alicia said the most horrible thing.
"So, your father drinks a lot of alcohol then?"
The whole world is against me. They will all pay. Especially Vader. And Lee. He's so stupid, why couldn't he be a better Beast than me? It'd be a step up in his thinking ability.
A/N and Conclusions: I'm going to have to jump ahead a while. Third year can prove to be only so entertaining. Don't worry, Angelina's revenge for George is coming soon. As well as Braden's do in. Next chapter will be near Halloween and Angelina's birthday then it will jump to Christmas and finally Valentine's Day. You know you're all waiting to see what I cook up for that one. Believe me, it is great. I think I'll make you all jump back from your computers and go 'What a sick mind that SG has!'
Thanks to my reviewers….
Ashliegh – Eep… So I lied a little. I had to write Happy Trails sometime… Then… well I think you've read it. The girls will be coming in more. I always hate those stories that single off one chaser from the rest and make her look like better friends with the boys. It's equality! We demand it!
Faye – No promises! I'm not revealing a thing! My mouth is sealed, though my pen may not be.
FredsAngel – Ah, I was going to, but I thought I'd try to keep Angelina as little horrified as I could. After all, with a brother like she's got, who wants to hear snarky comments? Though it would be funny.
The Red Haired One – You share my hair color dahling. Sorry I missed you in the last thankingness of the fourth chapter. Here it is, sigh. So lovely.
Tedabug - :D That makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. Like a chocolate chip cookie. And indeed, she does.
Star2717 – There is your snog. Though I think I made you a little ditzy… that is ok. I'm still puzzling over how Mr. Johnson knew Betsy's name. Ah, such is the downs of being the writer, you can't see in their heads. Well, you can, but I'd rather not like to…
The Black Veil – Thank you so much for using this story on your site! I just about peed my pants and had to do an Angelina Dance when I went to the site and saw it!
And as always…. Read and Review. Flames are the welcome, they entertain me on a long night while I'm knitting by the fire and wondering where I went wrong. Much like my parents when they think of how they raised my brother and I.
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