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A note of warning: There is one sentence in here that makes me shudder when I think about it. Those who guess right get candy.

I blame caffeine for any and all craziness expressed in this story.

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EponineWeasley: Here you go, The insane dreams of George Weasley!

Siora Lee: Yeah I had TONS of fun writing the Lee chapter!

Dreams from the Insane Mind of George Weasley

Oh, how Trelawney must have loved to read this!

Apparently, these journals the crazy divination teacher just passed out are for our dreams. Also, I am informed that you, Sibyll Trelawney, are to read these. May I just tell you that I am chuckling rather evilly as we speak?

I, George Weasley, do not dream. I scheme, of course. I plot, joke, plan, and make general mischief, but these activities have never happened in a dream.

On top of this all, I doubt your abilities in seeing the future. Wouldn't those who possess the "inner pie", or whatever, be able to tell that someone had put a filibuster firework in your seat? Must have a taken an absolutely clever and perhaps red-headed wizard to pull that off. Not that it was ME or anything! I would never stoop to such levels! Well, actually I would, but that's not the point.

My dear buddy Alicia has just informed me that it's "inner eye", not "inner pie". Thank you, dear buddy Alicia, and please stop reading my dream journal.

Now, dear buddy Alicia is yelling at me to do my actual assignment. Can you believe that, Trelawney? I mean, we both know these stupid journals are just for writing random junk and that no Weasley twin in their right mind would actually follow directions!

To humor my dear buddy Alicia, I suppose I shall make up a dream and you can write back telling me about my future. Perhaps you should respond that I shall be married to a beautiful woman whose initials just might be "A.S.". Isn't that a splendid idea¿Comprenda?

Okay, here's a wonderful "dream" from the mind of George Weasley.

There I was, surrounded by orange gelatin molds and some moldy old socks. Snape was there, too, and he was none too happy to see me. On a side note, do you have something for Snape? If you do, I would be more than happy to put in a good word for you. I don't think he'll take me seriously, though. He's sort of hated me since I turned his hair pink that one day during potions. It was an improvement, really.

So, here was Snape and I are running around and throwing those stupid socks around and then Snape falls on his face and I hit him with the socks.

Pretty much that's all that happens for about an hour. Now that I think about it, that was a supremely boring dream. I'll just make up another!

A gang of marshmallows come down from the sky. I, being the courageous person that I am, cower as they surround me.

"Please, Mr. Mallow! Leave me alone!" I sputter. But they don't! The chase me and chase me and I have no idea what to do! So then I eat them. The end.

I know what you're thinking. 'George Weasley is a GENIUS!'. Yes, dear Trelawney, I am. Now, if only could be as much of a genius when it came to my love life…

Trelawney… You're a wise teacher (Well, actually you're not). Do you have any tips in the dating field? Anything? I will FOREVER be a slightly good student if you help me out! I'll only place a dead rat in your chair every other week instead of every week! Whoops, you weren't supposed to know that…

Oh, damn. Now I sound desperate! It's not that I can't get a date, it's just that I sort of want someone special, you know? But, BELIEVE me, I am not desperate. The whole "twins" thing usually pays off when it comes to the ladies. Do I turn you on, Trelawney?

I guess this all for now. Dear buddy Alicia is yelling at me to come. Now she's yelling at me to stop calling her dear buddy Alicia. I'll continue writing the next time you assign this terrible, disgusting assignment. (Remember: A.S.!)

Georgey, Georgey, andWeasley.

Chapter 4: Alicia Spinnet