Airherlair, my fabby readers! Thank you very much to ME for FINALLY reading my story (after much force and persuasion from me) and for the ideas. Thanks also to ma petit for reading without my asking (you rock!), and to all my anonymous reviewers (sorry, but I cant remember your names) I'm very sorry if you're disappointed with the length of the chapters, if you have problems then you suck. Anyhoo, on with the story! Fish stix satay

"We need to talk, Bill. Alone, for your sake" did that sound threatening? I hope it did.

"What the hell would we need to talk about? Flowers?" god, I swear that he's getting thicker and more pathetic by the second. Why the hell did I ever go out with him anyway?

"As a matter of fact, yes. That Fleur girl? I want an explanation. We could do this here, in the kitchen, with an audience of your mother, your father, Sirius, Tonks, that miserable house-elf, Harry, Ron and Hermione. Your choice." I wonder what he'll choose? The kitchen would be entertaining for everyone. But a little privacy is always nice. Especially when I'm feeling a little emotional. Lets say I can, well, get a little… out of control, magic wise.

"I didn't – you weren't – IT WAS ONLY TEMPORARY!" Phuquing hell, talk about a hit below the belt.

"WHAT ABOUT ME?" I shout-asked. Chit, my hair's changing. I hope it doesn't turn into snakes. Super social outcast. "WHAT ABOUT ALL THE CRAP YOU SAID TO ME? ALL JUST FREAKING SENTIMENTAL DRIVEL, I GUESS!" I don't know what happened next. Ha. That's a load of crap. Of course I know what happened. I turned the Potter boy into a fish. Don't know how. It sort of just went flash, CRACK, floppety-flop. I'm sure Molly or someone will fix him up. Shame I didn't get Bill. That would've made me very happy.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Bill yelled. God, all that stupid boy ever does is whinge. Honest to god, if he whinged any more, he'll turn into a whinge.

"Do what?" I asked in all innocence. You couldn't blame me for what I did. To the Potter boy, I mean.

"TURN HARRY INTO A FLIPPING FISH!"

"Oh, that. I didn't mean to. You know that. I'd've been happier if it was you!" was that spiteful? I hope it was spiteful. Spiteful is good.

Hmm. I feel like fish. What a random thought. "… absolutely sick to death of all your stupid bloody excuses For-"

"EXCUSE ME? I'M THE ONE MAKING FRIGGING EXCUSES? well, sorry Mr. 'It was only temporary' so NOT an excuse." Tee hee. Lots of venom in that.

Flash, CRACK, KER-THUNK! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god. I just turned Bill into a candle!

yippee, I love suspense!

Should I:

a)burn Bill (the candle) to a smouldering nothingness

b)try and fix Bill and possibly apologise

c)forget Bill and kiss Harry or Ron. Or Charlie.

d) both options c) and b) minus apology.

any ideas would be much appreciated and could earn you a mention in my authors' notes (sorry if I've missed you this time, I will get you some day (hopefully soon!)). Now, go forth and review this story and tell me how utterly fabulous I am! MWAHAHAHA! Sorry, I have been eating highly sugary foods, and watching old Blackadder shows. Not a good combination. Fish stix satay