D/C: If you recognize it. I don't own it. Kapeesh?

Chapter 6
Michelle

We walked up to Chelsea's room, striking up a conversation with her as we walked.

"So…" I said, having no idea what to say, here I was in a house with my best friend. That shouldn't feel awkward, but it does. I yawned. "Wow… Isn't it like… sinful to be up this early?" I asked her.

"I'd say so." Chelsea replied, "I usually get up at like… 10 or 11. But 7:30... Too early for me."

"I know. If my mom hadn't been home, I'd probably still be sleeping." I said, speaking the truth.

I saw a smirk on Chelsea's face, her reply was almost instant, "Your dear owl woke me up."

"Heh… Well, you know how Meeka is about getting letters delivered as soon as possible."

"Yeah, it's alright. I'll prolly end up sleeping sometime today." She said, holding back a yawn.

I looked at Chelsea's door, "How old are you sisters?" I asked, putting my trunk by where I was sitting.

"Lisa and Laura are 15. Danielle is 19. Why?"

"Lisa and Laura were the ones throwing stuff at us?"

"Yeah."

"And they're 15?"

"Yeah… Where are you getting at?"

"You are SURE they're 15."

"Yes Shell. I'm sure."

"Just wondering, because they act like… 5."

"I've lived with them for 13 years. I think I should know that."

"True… But I just had to ask."

"Well, you wanna go practice Quidditch?"

"Isn't it a little early for that?" I asked her, yawning.

"Yeah… I guess you're right." She replied, sitting on her bed.

I continued to stare at her ceiling now. I began to wonder how dear Mother would react when Ryan came home without me. I cringed just thinking about it. My glance turned to Chelsea, "What do you usually do around here?" I asked her.

"Depends on the day really…"

"Oh." I yawned again, I never knew how awkward it would feel being at Chelsea's house. I mean… I've been there before. I leaned back where I was sitting, a picture appeared in my head. It was of my mother smacking my brother across the face. "Oh god…" I whispered under my breath, not wanting to worry Chelsea.

She didn't seem to have noticed the look of surprise on my face, luckily. She just kept laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.