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Chapter 5
Ali awoke to the loud, harsh clanging of a bell. "Ugh..." she muttered, rolling over and yawning. "Where'sa' firrrr...?" she asked groggily.
Finally she sat up and stretched, getting ready to get changed. When she opened her eyes she screamed as she was faced with a hideous mask, and fell out of bed... right into a puddle of honey. She screamed again, in anger. The faint sound of laughter could be heard trickling through one of the windows; and she could just make out the back of Pansy's ugly head walking away.
She shook her head, slowly standing and trying hard not to fall. She wiped at the sticky honey on her flannel PJ pants and (once) adorable tank top, they were her favorites. She came close to rubbing her face, but then remembered that she had honey smeared all over her hands. She heaved a heavy sigh and went to the showers, which were toward the back of the cabin. She hopped in and took a quick shower. When she walked out (in a towel) she caught a flash of tan and orange outside the window and could hear mischievous male laughter. "HEY!" She shouted, but when she looked out the window she could only make out two fiery-headed figures running away. "Ugh!" She was really getting frustrated, she walked over to her bed, thinking about how this was NOT a good morning for her. Oh no! She felt around furiously, but to no avail, her diary was missing! She could feel her face reddening at the thought of people spying on her. Good thing she'd been wearing a towel!
She grabbed some of her personally decorated jeans (dark blue with gold and silver glittery swirls running up and down the right leg and a silver, rhinestone-studded belt across her hips. Then she thought of Ron and pulled on a light yellow halter with a khaki corduroy trench coat to fight the morning chill. She looked in a mirror, sure she looked a bit strange but, hey, she'd stand out; plus, that didn't mean she didn't look good! She grinned at herself in the mirror, rubbed some glitter above her eyes and grabbed some lip gloss. At this rate she'd be late for breakfast, hopefully she hadn't missed them.
Sure enough they were there, and everyone but Ron was almost done. She grinned upon seeing the empty spot next to him. She rushed over. "Hey guys!"
Becca looked up, grinning. "About time,"
"You won't even believe what that... that... WITCH did to me!" She fumed, completely oblivious to the worried looks that were being exchanged by their new friends. She went on a tirade about the mask (which she had stuffed under Pansy's sheets), and the honey (which she had cleaned up for fear of ants or spiders), and the spies. "And they stole my DIARY!" she exclaimed. Her enthusiasm in this caused them to chuckle, which in turn made her laugh at herself. "Yeah, I guess it's kinda' funny."
"More than kind of," came an icy voice behind her.
"I'm sorry, did I ask you?" She turned to the rude boy, whose steely eyes she was beginning to grow accustomed to ignoring.
He just rolled his eyes and walked away, "Yeah, that's what I thought..." Ali said quietly after he left.
Everyone else kind of chuckled. They lapsed into conversation about what they were going to do today; there weren't any activities planned, so it was a free day. "I was thinking maybe we could play chess or something..." Ron commented.
Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes, Becca shrugged, and Ali looked intensely interested. "Cool, I'll take you on."
"Well, what do you two say for a little hike?" Harry asked.
"Cool!" Becca said, always up for a good energy buster.
"I think I prefer my books..." Hermione said.
"Hey," said a voice behind Becca.
They all looked up, to see a relatively good-looking, broad shouldered redhead with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. "Hey George," Ron said, looking confused as to why George was there at all. "He's my brother." Ron whispered to Ali.
"Hey Ronnikins," George said, squeezing in between Becca and Harry. "Who's your new friend?" He asked, looking at Becca.
"Oh, this is Becca." Ron introduced, "She's in our h- er... uh, cabin."
"Nice to meet you," George said looking intensely at her.
"And I'm Ali, her best friend; right Becca?" Ali said, never wanting to be ignored (especially by cute redheads).
"Okay," George said ignoring her, "So, um, Becca," George started "I was wondering if you'd, um, want to hang out later?"
Ali could almost see the gears turning inside Becca's head.
"Sure." Becca finally said.
After Becca agreed, Ali stopped eavesdropping. "So, Harry," Ali started, trying to make small talk. "What's your favorite class? You know, in school?" She gave a hollow chuckle.
"Oh, defiantly Defense agains- uh..." Harry trailed off, as Ali gave him a confused look.
"So, Ali, you want to have that match now?" Ron asked, bailing Harry out.
"Uh... sure," Ali was still confused, but it didn't look like anyone was going to explain why there was all of this stuttering going on. "Bye guys." Ali waved and followed Ron, winking at Becca and giving her a look that she hoped read as "pretty cute", before leaving.
"So, where are we going?"
"Oh, this cabin, it's kind of like a common room."
"Am I allowed?" Ali asked.
"Oh, yeah, it's for all of the cabins. You mean Snape didn't tell you about it?"
"Snape...?"
"He's in charge of your cabins... just like that git to not tell you..."
Ali was (again) extremely confused, but she didn't want to seem like an airhead, so she played along.
They entered the one-room cabin (which Ron informed her was at times known as the "Togetherness Room".) "Well, I'll get us set up." Ron walked off to find the chess board, leaving her standing there.
She looked around the room; there were a number of people she didn't know. A few girls looked at her suspiciously, and she gave them a meek smile. The girls just looked at her, and went back to whispering. She blushed and bit one of her fingers, feeling her face turning red. She glimpsed around the room, and saw... GEORGE?! Wait a sec... wasn't he with Becca? She shook her head and walked over.
"Hey." She smiled.
"Hi." He looked at her with a confused look on his face.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um... wasting time?" He put a guilty-looking smile on his face, and holding something behind his back.
"How'd you get here so fast?" And she got another confused look from him. "You were with Becca...?"
George smiled at her, looking slightly confused and shook his head. His smile broadened as he reached out and rubbed his hand on her forehead.
She furrowed her brow and looked at him funny. He was avoiding her question.
Out of nowhere he grinned at her and said "Did you know that you've got "date me" written on your forehead?"
Ali blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "What?"
His grin grew even larger as he leaned up against the wall, startlingly close to her. He laughed, "You know, the only thing your eyes haven't told me is your name."
"I'm Ali." She said, trying to sound confident and unaffected by him. He was awfully cute.
"And out of nowhere comes the sunshine!" He said laughing.
She laughed along and caught herself. Wait a second, wasn't this the guy who just asked Becca out? Why was he hitting on her? "Excuse me, are you hitting on me?" She asked her hand on her hip, an eyebrow raised.
"Only if it works," He winked.
"You're sick. If you think you can do this-"
"Ali!" Ron interrupted, "Come on! Let's play!"
Ali gave George one last sickened glare, receiving a confused and slightly dejected look.
"You're brother's one sick dude." Ali commented.
"Why?"
"Because..." She started to say, her jaw dropping; Becca had just walked into the room WITH GEORGE! Ali shook her head, looking from one end of the room to the other, where George and George were standing. "What's going on?" She asked Ron.
"Oh... you didn't..." Ron lapsed into laughter.
"And what, may I ask is so funny?"
"You thought Fred was George?"
"What? Wait? Who's Fred?" Ali asked confused.
"They're twins." Ron laughed harder as Ali turned an unbelievably bright shade of red.
"Oh no..." Ali said, feeling like a total slime ball. She got up and hurried over to where "George 2" or Fred was standing. "Ohmagosh!" She said. "I am SO sorry! I thought you were..." She pointed over her shoulder at Becca and George, turning a brighter red.
Fred looked at her, then over her shoulder at his brother. Then he began laughing, quietly at first, then it escalated and he finally ended up on the ground holding his stomach. "George!" He called motioning his brother over between sharp breaths.
George headed over with Becca at his side. Ali wished she could bury herself 20 feet below the ground, melt, or disappear; she felt herself burning up and bit her lip nervously. "Hey Fred, what's so funny?" George asked.
Fred laughed harder and finally got himself up, breathing deeply and slowly and wiping a tear from his eye. "She... she... she thought I was you! Man that was the worst turn down I've ever gotten! And it turned into the best practical joke ever!"
George and Becca chuckled a bit, but they clearly didn't find this as funny as Fred did.
"So, yeah, um, sorry," Ali shuffled her feet trying to walk away.
"No, no, it's ok." Fred said grabbing her arm. "So does this mean you're interested?"
"Uh..." Ali blushed, "I, uh, have to play Ron chess." She dashed away furiously embarrassed, biting her lip so hard that it started bleeding.
Okay, yeah, I know that's kind of a weird ending, but I hope you liked it. Alright well review. Thanks...
Chapter 5
Ali awoke to the loud, harsh clanging of a bell. "Ugh..." she muttered, rolling over and yawning. "Where'sa' firrrr...?" she asked groggily.
Finally she sat up and stretched, getting ready to get changed. When she opened her eyes she screamed as she was faced with a hideous mask, and fell out of bed... right into a puddle of honey. She screamed again, in anger. The faint sound of laughter could be heard trickling through one of the windows; and she could just make out the back of Pansy's ugly head walking away.
She shook her head, slowly standing and trying hard not to fall. She wiped at the sticky honey on her flannel PJ pants and (once) adorable tank top, they were her favorites. She came close to rubbing her face, but then remembered that she had honey smeared all over her hands. She heaved a heavy sigh and went to the showers, which were toward the back of the cabin. She hopped in and took a quick shower. When she walked out (in a towel) she caught a flash of tan and orange outside the window and could hear mischievous male laughter. "HEY!" She shouted, but when she looked out the window she could only make out two fiery-headed figures running away. "Ugh!" She was really getting frustrated, she walked over to her bed, thinking about how this was NOT a good morning for her. Oh no! She felt around furiously, but to no avail, her diary was missing! She could feel her face reddening at the thought of people spying on her. Good thing she'd been wearing a towel!
She grabbed some of her personally decorated jeans (dark blue with gold and silver glittery swirls running up and down the right leg and a silver, rhinestone-studded belt across her hips. Then she thought of Ron and pulled on a light yellow halter with a khaki corduroy trench coat to fight the morning chill. She looked in a mirror, sure she looked a bit strange but, hey, she'd stand out; plus, that didn't mean she didn't look good! She grinned at herself in the mirror, rubbed some glitter above her eyes and grabbed some lip gloss. At this rate she'd be late for breakfast, hopefully she hadn't missed them.
Sure enough they were there, and everyone but Ron was almost done. She grinned upon seeing the empty spot next to him. She rushed over. "Hey guys!"
Becca looked up, grinning. "About time,"
"You won't even believe what that... that... WITCH did to me!" She fumed, completely oblivious to the worried looks that were being exchanged by their new friends. She went on a tirade about the mask (which she had stuffed under Pansy's sheets), and the honey (which she had cleaned up for fear of ants or spiders), and the spies. "And they stole my DIARY!" she exclaimed. Her enthusiasm in this caused them to chuckle, which in turn made her laugh at herself. "Yeah, I guess it's kinda' funny."
"More than kind of," came an icy voice behind her.
"I'm sorry, did I ask you?" She turned to the rude boy, whose steely eyes she was beginning to grow accustomed to ignoring.
He just rolled his eyes and walked away, "Yeah, that's what I thought..." Ali said quietly after he left.
Everyone else kind of chuckled. They lapsed into conversation about what they were going to do today; there weren't any activities planned, so it was a free day. "I was thinking maybe we could play chess or something..." Ron commented.
Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes, Becca shrugged, and Ali looked intensely interested. "Cool, I'll take you on."
"Well, what do you two say for a little hike?" Harry asked.
"Cool!" Becca said, always up for a good energy buster.
"I think I prefer my books..." Hermione said.
"Hey," said a voice behind Becca.
They all looked up, to see a relatively good-looking, broad shouldered redhead with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. "Hey George," Ron said, looking confused as to why George was there at all. "He's my brother." Ron whispered to Ali.
"Hey Ronnikins," George said, squeezing in between Becca and Harry. "Who's your new friend?" He asked, looking at Becca.
"Oh, this is Becca." Ron introduced, "She's in our h- er... uh, cabin."
"Nice to meet you," George said looking intensely at her.
"And I'm Ali, her best friend; right Becca?" Ali said, never wanting to be ignored (especially by cute redheads).
"Okay," George said ignoring her, "So, um, Becca," George started "I was wondering if you'd, um, want to hang out later?"
Ali could almost see the gears turning inside Becca's head.
"Sure." Becca finally said.
After Becca agreed, Ali stopped eavesdropping. "So, Harry," Ali started, trying to make small talk. "What's your favorite class? You know, in school?" She gave a hollow chuckle.
"Oh, defiantly Defense agains- uh..." Harry trailed off, as Ali gave him a confused look.
"So, Ali, you want to have that match now?" Ron asked, bailing Harry out.
"Uh... sure," Ali was still confused, but it didn't look like anyone was going to explain why there was all of this stuttering going on. "Bye guys." Ali waved and followed Ron, winking at Becca and giving her a look that she hoped read as "pretty cute", before leaving.
"So, where are we going?"
"Oh, this cabin, it's kind of like a common room."
"Am I allowed?" Ali asked.
"Oh, yeah, it's for all of the cabins. You mean Snape didn't tell you about it?"
"Snape...?"
"He's in charge of your cabins... just like that git to not tell you..."
Ali was (again) extremely confused, but she didn't want to seem like an airhead, so she played along.
They entered the one-room cabin (which Ron informed her was at times known as the "Togetherness Room".) "Well, I'll get us set up." Ron walked off to find the chess board, leaving her standing there.
She looked around the room; there were a number of people she didn't know. A few girls looked at her suspiciously, and she gave them a meek smile. The girls just looked at her, and went back to whispering. She blushed and bit one of her fingers, feeling her face turning red. She glimpsed around the room, and saw... GEORGE?! Wait a sec... wasn't he with Becca? She shook her head and walked over.
"Hey." She smiled.
"Hi." He looked at her with a confused look on his face.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um... wasting time?" He put a guilty-looking smile on his face, and holding something behind his back.
"How'd you get here so fast?" And she got another confused look from him. "You were with Becca...?"
George smiled at her, looking slightly confused and shook his head. His smile broadened as he reached out and rubbed his hand on her forehead.
She furrowed her brow and looked at him funny. He was avoiding her question.
Out of nowhere he grinned at her and said "Did you know that you've got "date me" written on your forehead?"
Ali blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "What?"
His grin grew even larger as he leaned up against the wall, startlingly close to her. He laughed, "You know, the only thing your eyes haven't told me is your name."
"I'm Ali." She said, trying to sound confident and unaffected by him. He was awfully cute.
"And out of nowhere comes the sunshine!" He said laughing.
She laughed along and caught herself. Wait a second, wasn't this the guy who just asked Becca out? Why was he hitting on her? "Excuse me, are you hitting on me?" She asked her hand on her hip, an eyebrow raised.
"Only if it works," He winked.
"You're sick. If you think you can do this-"
"Ali!" Ron interrupted, "Come on! Let's play!"
Ali gave George one last sickened glare, receiving a confused and slightly dejected look.
"You're brother's one sick dude." Ali commented.
"Why?"
"Because..." She started to say, her jaw dropping; Becca had just walked into the room WITH GEORGE! Ali shook her head, looking from one end of the room to the other, where George and George were standing. "What's going on?" She asked Ron.
"Oh... you didn't..." Ron lapsed into laughter.
"And what, may I ask is so funny?"
"You thought Fred was George?"
"What? Wait? Who's Fred?" Ali asked confused.
"They're twins." Ron laughed harder as Ali turned an unbelievably bright shade of red.
"Oh no..." Ali said, feeling like a total slime ball. She got up and hurried over to where "George 2" or Fred was standing. "Ohmagosh!" She said. "I am SO sorry! I thought you were..." She pointed over her shoulder at Becca and George, turning a brighter red.
Fred looked at her, then over her shoulder at his brother. Then he began laughing, quietly at first, then it escalated and he finally ended up on the ground holding his stomach. "George!" He called motioning his brother over between sharp breaths.
George headed over with Becca at his side. Ali wished she could bury herself 20 feet below the ground, melt, or disappear; she felt herself burning up and bit her lip nervously. "Hey Fred, what's so funny?" George asked.
Fred laughed harder and finally got himself up, breathing deeply and slowly and wiping a tear from his eye. "She... she... she thought I was you! Man that was the worst turn down I've ever gotten! And it turned into the best practical joke ever!"
George and Becca chuckled a bit, but they clearly didn't find this as funny as Fred did.
"So, yeah, um, sorry," Ali shuffled her feet trying to walk away.
"No, no, it's ok." Fred said grabbing her arm. "So does this mean you're interested?"
"Uh..." Ali blushed, "I, uh, have to play Ron chess." She dashed away furiously embarrassed, biting her lip so hard that it started bleeding.
Okay, yeah, I know that's kind of a weird ending, but I hope you liked it. Alright well review. Thanks...