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Disclaimer: I feel like a broken record... I don't own it. However, I do own a very nice Dale Eranhardt Jr. sweatshirt. It's warm and fuzzy!
It took Madam Pompfry an hour to get me un-purple-fied. It was awful. As soon as I walked out of the hospital wing, I swore I'd kill George Weasley. I looked at my watch and realized that I had missed most of Transfiguration. Great. The first day of class and I had to miss it. What a way to start off the new year. It was all George's fault! I walked down the corridors, going to what was left of class. Once I reached the classroom, I opened the big, heavy, wood door and quietly slipped inside. I noticed we had this class with the Ravenclaws, because there was Katie, flirting away with Roger Davies like she does every year, and turns him down every time he asks her out. Poor guy. Hell of a Quidditch player though. I walked up to Professor McGonagall's desk, where she was reading some type of book.
"Sorry I'm really late Professor," I began, pulling her a piece of parchment out of my pocket. "I was in the hospital wing. Here's my hall pass." I gave her the paper and she smiled a thin smile.
"Don't worry Miss Spinnet. Word travels fast around thins school. You should know that by now. I'm glad you have your voice back and are back to your normal skin color." Professor McGonagall replied. She looked down at a clipboard, which I figured out was her seating chart. "Take the seat to Miss Bell's right please. Miss Bell, please inform Alicia on what we are doing."
I was ecstatic. I wouldn't have to sit by George, who was with Fred and Lee in the back of the room. I got to sit with Katie. Angelina was on the other side of the room, sitting next to one of Ravenclaw's Chasers. I set my books down by Katie, who had turned her attention away from Roger Davies.
"Lich," she whispered, not to disturb the class. "I heard about what happened in Snape's class. That must have sucked. Something went wrong when you were mixing, right?"
I almost choked. So that's the story everyone knew, huh? Well that was damn wrong. I sighed and looked back at George, who was almost asleep.
"That's not how it went al all," I shook my head. "It was George. He messed something up when he did his part. He put the draproot in and did something wrong. Before class, I was poking him and he said not to touch him, then before I left the class, he called 'I told you not to touch me!' I'm telling you Katie, it was him." "Back to work girls," Professor McGonagall said, looking up from her glasses, but going right back to work. Katie looked at me like I was crazy.
"Lich, why would George purposely switch something in the potion?" Katie asked, looking too confused.
"Why wouldn't he? He hates me! Katie, his main goal in his life is to ruin mine."
Katie rolled her eyes and opened my textbook to the right page. "Alicia, I though you two worked things out. I mean, you guys are friends I thought, right?"
Great. Busted. I hated lying to Katie. I really did. But I couldn't tell her about me and George's agreement.
"Of course we are," I lied, hating ever word of it. "I guess you're right. I must have stirred too long. That can mess up a lot, right? I'm sure I just made a stupid mistake."
The rest of the day was pretty much the same. I stayed as far away from George as I could, anger building up inside me. Later, I'd kill him. At the moment, he was nowhere to be found. I was sitting in the common room, playing a game of cards with Angelina. There were a few others in the room, but most had gone to sleep. Katie had said she was studying with Roger, but we all knew there was no work to be studied on the first day of classes. I'd get the gossip later. Just as we finished out game, Angelina yawned.
"I'm done for the night Lich," she said tiredly. "And I don't want to wait up for Katie. Who knows what time those to will be done with whatever it is they're doing. I'll see you in the morning, alright?" I nodded and watched as she walked up the stairs to our dorm. I was just about to head up to bed myself, when I heard footsteps. I turned around to see who else, but George, walking up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
"Not so fast!" I huffed, jumping up from my spot on the ground. I marched over to the stairs, where he was at the top. "Get down here!" I stood with my hands on my hips, trying not to yell and wake everyone up. George looked at me like I had just implied that he go do a dance across the common room dressed in panty hoes.
"Yeah right," he replied, rolling his eyes. "For what? For you to throw verbal and physical attacks at me? I'm not as stupid as you think Alicia." Oh, so he thought he was a smart ass now, huh?
"No George, you're right. You're not as stupid as I thought." I shook my head like I had actually been wrong the whole time. "No, you're even more stupid! Now get down here!" I was doing my best not to yell, but he was making me so mad.
I was surprised when he yet again rolled his eyes, but reluctantly walked down the tall stairs to floor. "What do you want Lich?" he asked calmly. Gosh, what an idiot.
"You know exactly what I want to talk about George Weasley!" By now, I'm pretty sure I was on the verge of yelling. I was standing with one foot on each side of the line. "Don't act like you don't. Even you're not that stupid! I'm talking about what happened in Potions!"
Hearing that, he cracked a smile, but quickly straightened up when I shot him a death glare. I guess he knew what was good for him.
"Alicia, it was a joke," he shrugged. "Get over it."
"A joke?" I replied. By this time, I was positive I was yelling. "A joke? George, it was humiliating. I couldn't speak. And I was PURPLE! You should know this, but a joke is something you can laugh at!"
"I laughed," he said, simply. "So yeah, it was a joke." At this, I threw my arms up.
"George, this may be a concept you can't understand, but I'm doing a thing called being serious. You should try it some time. Maybe that way, people might actually like you." I gave up, knowing there was no point in arguing. I shook my head at him before turning around, planning to go up to bed. I had halfway reached my destination when George spoke.
"I'm sorry," he said. I quickly turned back around, not believing what I had just heard.
"Excuse me?" I said, almost in a laugh. "Did Mr. Big Bad George Weasley just apologize to me? Because I think you did." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I guess I did," he shrugged. I smiled and shook my head at him again.
"Goodnight George," I said before turning around and heading up the stairs.
"Night Lich," I heard him call before I closed the door to my room.
Before I went to sleep that night, I couldn't help but think to my self 'Wow, that was weird'
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Aaaaand cut! Print! That's a rap! Se yall for rehearsal Friday! {Don't ask... I have NOT CLUE where that cam from}
The following people are coolest cause they reviewed! Yall rock;
SiriuslySirius022: Yes, Fred Weasley is a pig! I don't think the color purple was working for her. Maybe next time she should try a yellow. I like yellow!
btzfungrl09: I really have to thank you for those reviews. They motivated me to write this chapter. I'm glad you like it!
Hey everyone, tell me this, is the title "There's Something About Jamie" seem catchy, even if you don't know what the story is about (although you don't, so I'm sure it's not that hard to imagine!)
Disclaimer: I feel like a broken record... I don't own it. However, I do own a very nice Dale Eranhardt Jr. sweatshirt. It's warm and fuzzy!
It took Madam Pompfry an hour to get me un-purple-fied. It was awful. As soon as I walked out of the hospital wing, I swore I'd kill George Weasley. I looked at my watch and realized that I had missed most of Transfiguration. Great. The first day of class and I had to miss it. What a way to start off the new year. It was all George's fault! I walked down the corridors, going to what was left of class. Once I reached the classroom, I opened the big, heavy, wood door and quietly slipped inside. I noticed we had this class with the Ravenclaws, because there was Katie, flirting away with Roger Davies like she does every year, and turns him down every time he asks her out. Poor guy. Hell of a Quidditch player though. I walked up to Professor McGonagall's desk, where she was reading some type of book.
"Sorry I'm really late Professor," I began, pulling her a piece of parchment out of my pocket. "I was in the hospital wing. Here's my hall pass." I gave her the paper and she smiled a thin smile.
"Don't worry Miss Spinnet. Word travels fast around thins school. You should know that by now. I'm glad you have your voice back and are back to your normal skin color." Professor McGonagall replied. She looked down at a clipboard, which I figured out was her seating chart. "Take the seat to Miss Bell's right please. Miss Bell, please inform Alicia on what we are doing."
I was ecstatic. I wouldn't have to sit by George, who was with Fred and Lee in the back of the room. I got to sit with Katie. Angelina was on the other side of the room, sitting next to one of Ravenclaw's Chasers. I set my books down by Katie, who had turned her attention away from Roger Davies.
"Lich," she whispered, not to disturb the class. "I heard about what happened in Snape's class. That must have sucked. Something went wrong when you were mixing, right?"
I almost choked. So that's the story everyone knew, huh? Well that was damn wrong. I sighed and looked back at George, who was almost asleep.
"That's not how it went al all," I shook my head. "It was George. He messed something up when he did his part. He put the draproot in and did something wrong. Before class, I was poking him and he said not to touch him, then before I left the class, he called 'I told you not to touch me!' I'm telling you Katie, it was him." "Back to work girls," Professor McGonagall said, looking up from her glasses, but going right back to work. Katie looked at me like I was crazy.
"Lich, why would George purposely switch something in the potion?" Katie asked, looking too confused.
"Why wouldn't he? He hates me! Katie, his main goal in his life is to ruin mine."
Katie rolled her eyes and opened my textbook to the right page. "Alicia, I though you two worked things out. I mean, you guys are friends I thought, right?"
Great. Busted. I hated lying to Katie. I really did. But I couldn't tell her about me and George's agreement.
"Of course we are," I lied, hating ever word of it. "I guess you're right. I must have stirred too long. That can mess up a lot, right? I'm sure I just made a stupid mistake."
The rest of the day was pretty much the same. I stayed as far away from George as I could, anger building up inside me. Later, I'd kill him. At the moment, he was nowhere to be found. I was sitting in the common room, playing a game of cards with Angelina. There were a few others in the room, but most had gone to sleep. Katie had said she was studying with Roger, but we all knew there was no work to be studied on the first day of classes. I'd get the gossip later. Just as we finished out game, Angelina yawned.
"I'm done for the night Lich," she said tiredly. "And I don't want to wait up for Katie. Who knows what time those to will be done with whatever it is they're doing. I'll see you in the morning, alright?" I nodded and watched as she walked up the stairs to our dorm. I was just about to head up to bed myself, when I heard footsteps. I turned around to see who else, but George, walking up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
"Not so fast!" I huffed, jumping up from my spot on the ground. I marched over to the stairs, where he was at the top. "Get down here!" I stood with my hands on my hips, trying not to yell and wake everyone up. George looked at me like I had just implied that he go do a dance across the common room dressed in panty hoes.
"Yeah right," he replied, rolling his eyes. "For what? For you to throw verbal and physical attacks at me? I'm not as stupid as you think Alicia." Oh, so he thought he was a smart ass now, huh?
"No George, you're right. You're not as stupid as I thought." I shook my head like I had actually been wrong the whole time. "No, you're even more stupid! Now get down here!" I was doing my best not to yell, but he was making me so mad.
I was surprised when he yet again rolled his eyes, but reluctantly walked down the tall stairs to floor. "What do you want Lich?" he asked calmly. Gosh, what an idiot.
"You know exactly what I want to talk about George Weasley!" By now, I'm pretty sure I was on the verge of yelling. I was standing with one foot on each side of the line. "Don't act like you don't. Even you're not that stupid! I'm talking about what happened in Potions!"
Hearing that, he cracked a smile, but quickly straightened up when I shot him a death glare. I guess he knew what was good for him.
"Alicia, it was a joke," he shrugged. "Get over it."
"A joke?" I replied. By this time, I was positive I was yelling. "A joke? George, it was humiliating. I couldn't speak. And I was PURPLE! You should know this, but a joke is something you can laugh at!"
"I laughed," he said, simply. "So yeah, it was a joke." At this, I threw my arms up.
"George, this may be a concept you can't understand, but I'm doing a thing called being serious. You should try it some time. Maybe that way, people might actually like you." I gave up, knowing there was no point in arguing. I shook my head at him before turning around, planning to go up to bed. I had halfway reached my destination when George spoke.
"I'm sorry," he said. I quickly turned back around, not believing what I had just heard.
"Excuse me?" I said, almost in a laugh. "Did Mr. Big Bad George Weasley just apologize to me? Because I think you did." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I guess I did," he shrugged. I smiled and shook my head at him again.
"Goodnight George," I said before turning around and heading up the stairs.
"Night Lich," I heard him call before I closed the door to my room.
Before I went to sleep that night, I couldn't help but think to my self 'Wow, that was weird'
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Aaaaand cut! Print! That's a rap! Se yall for rehearsal Friday! {Don't ask... I have NOT CLUE where that cam from}
The following people are coolest cause they reviewed! Yall rock;
SiriuslySirius022: Yes, Fred Weasley is a pig! I don't think the color purple was working for her. Maybe next time she should try a yellow. I like yellow!
btzfungrl09: I really have to thank you for those reviews. They motivated me to write this chapter. I'm glad you like it!
Hey everyone, tell me this, is the title "There's Something About Jamie" seem catchy, even if you don't know what the story is about (although you don't, so I'm sure it's not that hard to imagine!)