Disclaimer - This is not an actual chapter of the story and I don't own Harry Potter or the Teen Titans or anyone else I might throw in here.

"YAAAAAAAAACKH!"

"Any idea what's wrong with her, Drake?"

"AIEIEEEEE!"

"Yep."

"HEEEELP!"

"Mind filling me in?"

I had wrapped a scarf around my head so it covered my mouth. I am running around my basement (which doubles as my rather cheap studio), screaming. Drake is sitting on Ron's shoulder, both watching as I completely flip out.

Drake sighs. "Well, Lindsay's got an orthodontist appointment tomorrow, and another one on Thursday."

"BRAAAAAAACES!" I screech, my voice muffled from the scarf. A green blur shoots into the room, also screaming, but minus the scarf.

"RUUUUUN!" yells Beast Boy.

"I'M RUNNING!" I reply.

"What's wrong with Beast Boy, Robin?" asks Drake. Robin is sitting on the couch, flipping channels on the TV. Raven is reading, Hermione is reading, Draco is watching Robin channel surf and everyone else was absent.

"Beast Boy's afraid of masks," replies Robin. "Not the kind that I wear, but the ones that are meant for decoration, you know? And since Lindsay's parents collect those... well..."

"Friends, we have at last managed to repair the camera!" calls Starfire's voice. She comes out from behind a little extra room that is only used for technical things with Donatello, whom I had grudgingly asked help from. I hate the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

"Who was the idiot who destroyed it so badly?" asks Donatello.

"Cyborg was dancing, need I say more?" says Drake.

"Ah," says Donatello. "Well, next time I can help, call me." He exits the basement.

"BRACES! TEETH PULLED! BRAAAAACES!" I scream, running past Starfire and knocking the camera out of her hands.

"MAAAASKS!" yelps Beast Boy, accidentaly trampling the camera.

"NOOOOOO!" yells everyone else, looking at the camera. Fuming, they turn to Beast Boy and I, who are both still screaming.

"I've got Beast Boy!" says Draco.

"I've got Lindsay," replies Robin. The two of them start to run after us.

Six Minutes Later...

"STOP THE TORTURE!" I wail.

"PLEASE! PLEEEEASE!" howls Beast Boy. The two of us are tied to chairs in front of the television set, our eyes taped open. We are being forced to watch a documentary on the life cycle of livestock.

"I fear we are being too cruel," says Starfire. Robin snorts.

"No way. We had to ask Donny's help again, and this time we also need that scientist person, little Washu or whatever the hell her name is, the one that helps out at M's studio?"

"Personally, I'm enjoying this," says Drake.

Okay, I betcha that you're all sick of this. In short, I'm too freaked out to write anything that requires thinking at this moment, so no sixth chapter yet! Not only because of the documentary that BB and I are being forced to watch, but because of the orthodontist appointment set for tomorrow.

My teeth are crooked and squished together, because my jaws aren't big enough to fit all of them. So, I've got an orthodontist appointment tomorrow. Then on Thursday, I've got another one, and that's the day I get braces. And after I get braces, I get to have three teeth ripped out! And yes, I actually was running around screaming today. The idea of having teeth pulled out is one of those things that really freaks me out.

Wish me luck,

Lindsay