Disclaimer: I'd just like to say that I've really enjoyed borrowing Rowling's characters, and that they're a lot of fun to play with. Oh yeah, and they're not mine.
A/N: Now for some clarifications. This story takes place during Harry's fifth year, not Katie's. As far as I've been able to deduce, Katie is in her sixth or seventh year when Harry is in his fifth, and for the purposes of this story, it is her seventh. Katie likes Fred, but I have not decided yet whether Fred likes her back. And for those of you who do not like this pairing, poo on you. I like it. I like Katie/Oliver, Katie/Lee and Fred/Angelina, but Katie/Fred is my favorite. So deal with it. Ah, and to my very favorite reviewer, Out of Towner, Katie does not hate this journal. She just thought it was a stupid gift at first.
I know this may have sounded a bit complain-y-ish, and I'm totally sorry if it did, but it seemed like a lot of people had problems with what I was writing. I just wanted to clarify a few things. If you don't like what I write, tell me so, but please do it nicely. Thanks a lot.
Katie-chan
January 11th, Arithmancy, morning..
Well, Arithmancy Professor didn't remember that I had walked out on my detention prematurely, so I didn't get in trouble. Thank God for little miracles.
Later, Divination, still morning.
Mertle is so odd. Honestly, I had to go to the toilet, and she started talking my ear off. Finally, I just yelled at her to shut her fat, dead mouth. I don't think she took that too well, since she's been popping up and wailing at me during my classes. Don't ever make a ghost angry, they'll see to it that you wish you were as dead as they are. Stupid haunts and their obsessions. She's been yelling my head off about some stupid book. I'm so busy with Quidditch and DA, not to mention my schoolwork, I don't have time to look for some stupid bloody journal. Stupid bloody ghosts.
Later, Herbology, afternoon.
I feel pretty bad now. I mean, I just yelled at a dead girl – and it's not as if she doesn't have anything else to feel bad about, after all, she is dead. That's a pretty big problem in and of itself. I can't keep beating myself up about it though. I did what I had to do…right?
Later, Dinner.
Stupid conscience. It won't shut up. Fine. I'll find that stupid diary. But did she have to hide it in the restricted section of the library?
Later, Commons Room.
That certainly turned out a LOT different than I had anticipated. Then again, I don't really know what I had anticipated. Probably something a little less…oh, I don't know.
Anyway, after lunch I ventured into the library. I stayed well out of Madame Pince's gaze, and quickly ducked over to the restricted section. But lo and behold, who should be standing there but Fred and George. It was all I could do not to drop my Arithmancy textbook on my foot. The surprised look on my face must have registered though, because George laughed and said "Oh, Katie, I know we're stunningly handsome and all, but you don't have to look that stunned."
"I'm not – I just didn't expect to see you here." Great response, Katie. Very witty.
Fred stepped in. "Now, now, George, don't tease the lady. Can we assist you in any way, m'dear?" He bowed with a sarcastic flourish.
"Ummm…" I could have sworn I would melt right there. But I didn't. I held my ground – and my textbook – tightly. "Actually, my dear boys, you might be able to. I need to find a journal." I then told them the entire story, minus the part where I told Mertle to shut her fat, dead mouth. That's a bit embarrassing, not to mention out of character for me. Then again, they might have found it funny. You never know with boys.
In any case, they were intrigued. Eventually, after much ducking and hiding, we retrieved the journal. Just our luck it was right next to some biting book. I'll have bandaged hands for days. I thanked the boys profusely, (especially Fred) and came back up here. It's sitting right next to me. I probably shouldn't read it. I know I shouldn't read it. But then again, how will Mertle know if I do? It couldn't hurt, could it?