Okay guys, don't kill me. I know, it's been FOREVER! But I have an explanation! I promise! Just blame hurricanes, writer's block, Europe, holidays, and me being lazy. But mostly writer's block. Sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long. I feel crappy about it- just about as crappy as this chapter, but at it's something, right? And note that this is probably the worst chapter of the whole story. It's so… eww. You would figure that since it took me like four months to put together, it would be good, but noooooo. I suck.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. Although, I do tend to borrow Fred every once and a while so he can help me with my homework.
"You two are so weird," Katie said to me as us girls waited for Fred, Lee, and George outside of Zonko's.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, perplexed. "Who's weird?"
"You and George," Angelina replied for her, shrugging her shoulders.
"Exactly," Katie confirmed. "One day you two'll be worst enemies, throwing insults sharp enough to kill, but after a good night's sleep and a little talk, you'll be best friends. It's like you guys are bipolar or something."
"I'm NOT bipolar!" I laughed. I took what Katie had said into consideration. It was weird the way George and I hated each other, but could soon act like it had never happened. "I guess we just don't like being mad at each other."
"Alicia, you two stayed mad at each other for years," Angelina pointed out.
"But like you guys have said before, it's out last year," I reminded them. "I don't want to spend it bickering over stupid little things that mean nothing."
The answer seemed to suit them, and the subject was dropped.
After what seemed like hours, the boys finally emerged from the joke shop, arms full of bags, which seemed to be weighing them down.
"And you say WE shop a lot?" Angelina said with a roll of her eyes.
"Lich, remind me not to go near them for at least a week," Katie said, nudging me with her elbow. "They have enough crap in those bags to blow someone up I bet."
"I'm with you," I nodded. "I kind of plan on graduating from Hogwarts in one piece, thank you."
"You girls shut it," George said, setting his many bags on the ground. "Or else you WILL end up graduating in a million pieces. Now, where to?"
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I hate mornings. Whoever invented mornings just might suck. Especially mornings when you wake up from that same stupid dream… Oh, and ones where you have three boys bounding into your room at 7:00 on a Sunday.
Which is exactly how Angelina, Katie, and I were woken up.
"You girls sleep like rocks," Fred said, practically leaping on my bed. He occupied the space next to me. "These beds really are more comfortable than ours."
"Hey, you're right!" Lee agreed, bouncing on Katie's.
"You're messing up my bed!" Katie grumbled, kicking him off. Sure enough, he had pulled her pink comforter off the bed and onto the floor.
"What can you jerks possibly want at this ungodly hour?" Angelina complained, looking from Fred, who was taking up just about my whole bed, to Lee, who was knocked on the ground, wrapped up in Katie's quilt, to George, who was leaning against the doorway, grin on his face, shaking his head.
"If you must know," George replied. "It's a wonderful day and the weather is perfect outside."
"Yeah," Fred agreed. He rolled over too far, sending me falling off the bed. "Sorry Lich," he said, simply shrugging. "If we didn't wake you dorks up, you'd sleep until eleven."
"No," Katie shook her head, snatching her blanket back from Lee. "Alicia would sleep until eleven. Me and Angie would be up by nine. But you dorkwads ruined that."
"But wait," I said, getting up off the ground and going to sit on Angelina's bed with her, since it was currently un-boy occupied. "What does nice weather have to do with the fact that it's seven 'o' clock and we're awake?"
"Lich, isn't it obvious?" George asked, his tall figure still leaning in the doorway. I gave him a confused look, which only caused him to sigh. "It'd be a shame to let you girls sleep through a nice day like this when there's much better things to outside."
"Really Alicia," Lee said, shaking his head as if he were disappointed in me. "You should know this."
"What did you have in mind?" Angelina asked, all of us awake by now. "Because we're NOT going to Zonko's again. We hate that store."
"We're not going to Hogsmeade again," Fred replied. "And we don't have any real plans. Just hanging around by the lake or something."
"So you bums get dressed!" George ordered.
"Who died and made you king?" I asked.
"Half the kings in the world are named George," he explained. "It's fate, my dear Alicia. Now shut your yapping and get dressed."
"Maybe if you gits would leave, we could!" Katie yelled. "GET OUT!" She shoved them out of the room and the three of us sighed.
Here we go again…
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"So I'm thinking six practices a week. That's not too bad, right?"
The six of us lounged around the gardens of the grounds, tossing a Quaffle back and fourth.
"Ang, you're CRAZY!" Katie complained, catching the Quaffle that was thrown to her by Fred. "There's no way I'm practicing six times a week."
"She I is /I crazy," Lee said, shaking his head.
"Why not?" Angelina asked. "And Lee, you shut it. You don't even play."
"I don't know if you noticed or not, Angelina," George said as Katie tossed him the Quaffle. "But there's only seven days in a week. That only gives us one day to relax."
"We might as well start calling you Wood," I complained. Katie spoke for us all when she had said we wouldn't practice six days a week. George tossed the Quaffle to Angelina who simply rolled her eyes at us.
"Don't you guys want to beat Slytherin?" she asked, seeming slightly annoyed.
"Of course we do," Fred explained. "But we i do /i have lives, too. There's more homework and more projects this year than we've ever had. How are we going to get it all done?"
Angelina took this into consideration.
"Five," she bargained.
"Two," Katie retaliated.
"Two? No way! Four,"
"Three," I stepped in. Angelina looked around at us. As if we all had one brain, we gave her the puppy dog expression.
"Of fine," she said, smiling, finally giving in. "Three practices a week. No more negotiating. Three, and that's final. So no complaining about homework and essays."
"Speaking of essays…" Fred said, worried look suddenly coming across his face. "Lich, did you finish your Potions essay?"
At the mention of that, I gasped. I had completely forgotten that Professor Snape had assigned us a three-parchment essay on the Draught of the Living Dead.
"Er… no," I admitted. "George, did you?" He shook his head.
"That's due tomorrow, isn't it?" he questioned. "Two rolls of parchment?"
"Three," I corrected. Oh man, we were going to be in trouble. I looked at my watch. It was 3:00.
"We better get going then," George said as the three of us stood up. "We need to go research this stupid thing. See you guys later."
"Good luck," Lee called to us as we made our way back up to the castle. I waved to him, Katie, and Angelina before they were out of reach.
This was going to be a long night.
Okay, really guys, I'm going to apologize right now for this pointless, and by pointless, I mean stupid, not needed, dumb chapter. It's kind of just a set up for the next chapter, which I promise, will be MUCH better. Cross my heart! I already know how I want it to go. I just felt so crappy about not putting anything out in so long. I'm sure I lost half my readers, so let me know if you're still out there. Review!
On the brighter side of things, my guy, Drew Tate, just won the Capitol One Bowl for Iowa! They played LSU. Go Hawkeyes! He's a hottie…
Happy New Year!