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Chapter Ten

Professor Flitwick was atop ten or so books, so that he could look over his entire class. He held his wand high in his tiny hand flicked it lightly. When he did so, he muttered a small incantation, and the bean placed infront of Angelina sprang to life and began to dance.

"Now class," the pint sized teacher's voice piped, bringing the class' attention to him, "I want you to work on this dancing charm for the rest of the class. I will be very impressed if you are able to get this before you leave here today. Now, charm your beans!"

But before any of the young witches and wizards were able to charm their beans, a very disheveled Oliver Wood hurried into the classroom. He grabbed onto the door frame and stopped himself. "Professor," he said quickly, in a winded vocie. "You might want to hurry to the Professor Sinistra's classroom! A duel started up between to students and they put extremely wierd charms on one another."

"Oh my!" Professor squeaked quickly, and began to quickly climb down each book with care. Once he fainlly reached the floor he began to hurry out of the classroom. As he left, he yelled back as loud as his tiny lunngs would permitt him, "Watch over the class, Mr. Wood! If you would please?" With that, he hurried down the corridors to where he would be able to locate Professor Sinistra, which would be the Astronomy Tower.

The new main focus of Professor Flitwick's class was now on the fourteen year old who had so urgently interupted. With a little huff, Oliver walked further into the classroom. He wasn't exactly going to leave since the Professor had instructed him to watch over the now unsupervused class.

Dozens of of pairs of eyes followed him as he decided to seat himself with the members of his Quidditch team. The girls who weren't the chasers on the house team, oggled openly at him, letting out long, dreamy sighs. Though Katie's little crush on him remained strong, she didn't make a spectacle of herself. She would simply roll her eyes as Alicia and Angelina did.

"You really don't have to stay, Wood," George said, poking his captain with his wand so that he would gain the older boy's attention. "I'm sure we all can look after ourselves. Isn't that right, Fred?"

Fred smiled and began to shake his head, then quickly stopped. He frowned a bit and looked upward thoughtfully, "Wait--" His smile quickly found its place on his freckled face once again, and he began to nodd. "We're quite capable of taking care of ourselves."

With a shake of his head, Oliver replied, "I'm sure you are." If the twins caught his sarcasm, they made no sign of it, and went back to their private conversation. Oliver turned his attention to the girls, who were trying their hardest to ignore him, for some strange reason. "What? Why are you guys trying to ignore--"

"Because we know you," Alicia answered logically. "First you'll engage us in polite conversation, like any normal person would."

Angelina picked up where Alicia had left off, "Then, just when we aren't expecting it, BAM!! You're going to bombared us with Quidditch stuff!" When she made the loud exaggeration, those who were near them jumped slightly out of their seats.

"And if you hadn't noticed, we're in a charms class, which means, our focus shouldn't be on Quidditch," Katie pointed out reasonably.

Oliver through his hands up in defeat, "Looks like you guy have me figured out." A moment of silence passed, in which Oliver thought of what he could say next. "So--" he began slowly, "Why don't we skip the nice polite conversation, and get right to what needs to be done? That sounds locigal to me." He clapped his hands together.

"Watch the class, and stop messing with us," Angelina said, trying to get her bean to at the very least jump.

"No, I don't think I will," the older boy said. His eyes were wide as he stared at some imaginary Quidditch substance infront of him. "You guys, being the chasers and all, really have to know this plan. It's genious, if I do say so mayself." And he was off, explaining some play he had named after his mother.

Katie blinked a couple of times, then began to giggle, "What's the name of the play?"

"I call it, Kathy!" Oliver didn't understand why she was laughing, but when the other two girls, even some girls around them, began to laugh, his confusion only trippled. "What? What's so funny?"

"Naming plays after your girlfriend now?" Alicia giggled. At this, Katie's stomach fell from the Astronomy Tower. Did Oliver have a girlfriend? Her laughter was now a little forced. "Aww, she must think you're really sweet."

With a roll of his eyes, he reached over to push Alicia, "You've got it wrong, Spinnet. That's my mother's name." He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, raising two of the four legs off of the floor. "Really, all you girls think about now-a-days are boyfreinds, and potential boyfriends. Then you think that every guy that says a girl's name has a girlfriend." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Not at all true," Angelina argued. With that said, she got up and kicked the two legs of the chair that remained on the floor, causing the Gryffindor Quidditch captain to fall to the floor. The classroom errupted with laughter, and Angelina went to the front of the room to take her bows.

Alicia and Katie quickly began to applaud. "Encore! Encore!"

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"I won! I actually won!" Katie jumped up and down triumphantly, fists raised in the air. Kaite had just beaten Lee at a game of Wizard's chess. It hadn't occured to her that Lee had allowed her to win, though everyone else had. While she celebrated her victory, none of them mentioned the little fact.

Angelina rolled her eyes, but a grin managed to escape her. It was so obvious that Lee was infactuated with the his little friend. "Don't get all cocky, Katie. It's just Lee you beat, the worst chess player ever."

In truth, Lee was only second to Alicia, who was pretty much good at practically everything. Katie beamed brightly, "I don't care! I beat him!" She continued to celebrate, it was only minutes later when a pillow made contact with her head, compliments of George. Or was it Fred? Which ever twin threw the pillow, Katie had picked up the pillow and threw it back.

Thus began the Great Epic Gryffindor Pillow Fight. It didn't end when Percy demanded they cease at that very moment before they landed themselves with a detention. Angelina had tossed the pillow, and said that he should live a little. The younger girl recieved a pillow in the face from him.

As the battle drew on, more and more students slowly took their little part in the raging war of pillows. And as time passed, more and more pillows seemed to appear, never mind the fact that Fred and George were congering them. Within seconds, the common room was littered with feathers from the pillows.

Alicia, who had been quietly studying in the girls' dorm, peered out into the common room to see what all the noise was about. She shook her head at the sight. "Figures you lot would do something as childish as this." Once again, she shook her in disapproval. "Shame, shame."

"What's childish?" George questionned, looking at her from the bottom of the stairs. He picked up a pillow that had not yet been ripped open.

"You wouldn't--" Alicia took a step back.

George grinned wolfishly, an awkward glint in his eyes, "Oh, you mean this is childish?" He threw the pillow at her with perfect accuracy. It hit the girl square in the forehead.

As it struck her, she let out a loud yelp, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU GEORGE!!"

And so the epic battle continued, until Professor McGonagall herself came in to put an end to it all. When she had first attempted stop the friendly fray, three pillows (compliments of Katie, Oliver and Alicia) his her right in the face. "Everyone! Stop it, right this instant!"

Any and all motion in the common room stopped, allowing the elder woman's voice to ring out, causing shudders to run up and down the students' spines.

Minerva McGonagall put her hands on her hips, and glared at Fred who still had a pillow raised above his head. Removing a hand from her hip, she snatched it away from the Weasley twin and whacked him over the head with it. "I don't think I really need to ask who started this infantile act of--" her face was white with anger. She was so angry, she was at a loss of words. "I expect this mess to be cleaned up imidiately!" With that, and one more whack at Fred's head, the deputy headmistress and head of Gryffindor house, left the feathery common room.

There was silence for a moment after the woman left them. Fred rubbed his head slightly before picking up a pillow, "Well, I think that was the first time McGonagall ever hit someone over the head with a pillow."

Lee rolled his eyes and threw his pillow at Fred, "And you call me the stupid one."

"Only I can hit my twin with a pillow!" George interjected, by throwing a pillow at Lee.

And once again, the Great Epic Gryffindor Pillow Fight resumed. By the end of everything, everyone was covered in feathers, and overly exhausted. Katie collapsed on the floor next to Angelina, and they laughed for a while. It was good to know that Angelina was no longer angry with her for whatever reason. Nothing had needed to be said, it had been a silent agreement, that they simply wouldn't bring it up.

Katie nudged Angelina and jerked her head toward Alicia and George, "Look at those two. Terrible flirts, both of them."

"And you would know about flirting?" Angelina joked, laughing a bit. Though she had to admitt, they were flirting terribly with one another. They were literally terrible flirts.

"Just because I don't flirt with Oliver--" Katie began.

"Or anyone flirts with you," Angelina finished. She tugged a feather out of her hair, then looked back at Kaite. "Take Lee for example-"

Katie rose a curious brow at her, "What are you talking about? Lee doesn't--" she paused to think about it, cutting off her own sentence, "Does he?"

"You know what, Bell? You are most definately a hopeless case." Angelina rose to her feet and brushed the feathers and down away from her robes, before heading off to the girls' dorm. "Make sure you get a good night's sleep. Pop quiz in dear ole Snape's class tomorrow." She yawned and dissapppeared up the stairs.

Katie stared after her. Angelina had left her with a lot to think about. Now she would be obbsessing for days, trying to figure out if Lee liked her or not. Then she would think that everything he did around her would be for a reason. Well, would it be for a reason?

She shook her head quickly. Look at me, she thought. I'm acting like a silly little girl, just because someone says someone just might actually like me. But then again, Angelina didn't say he liked me, just flirted. But what what if he does? What if I like him instead of Oliver? But I don't-- Do I?

She lowered her head into her hands and shook her head more harder this time. Kaite was driving herself mad! Was this her mid-life crisis? At age twelve?! That was ridiculous! She was just over-reacting to a bit of news that might not even be true. At this revelation, she let out a sigh and fell back onto the floor, allowing her head to make gentle contact with a random pillow.

Well, it would have made contact with a random pillow, if that random pillow had been in that random spot on the floor. But alas, dear Katie had no such luck, and her head collided with the hard, carpeted floor.

"Ow," she groaned. She rolled over, clutching her head.

"Hey, hey, don't try and kill yourself so soon. Some of us might actually miss you." It wasn't that scottish voice she was so deeply infactuated with, but a voice she was very familiar with all the same.

Katie groaned once again, sitting up, "Hey Lee."

"Alright, now, up you go." He gently grabbed onto both her arms to pull her up, and at the touch Katie's stomach fell ten stories. Her eyes widend slightly and she blushed madly.

As soon as she was on her feet, Katie pulled back away from him, and hurridly made her way to her dormitory, "I'm fine! Really, really, I'm great, never better, going to go now. Sleep, yup, sleep. Snape's test, you know, Good night!"

"Strange behavior, my friend," Fred had seen the whole ordeal, and came up behind Lee, clapping him over the shoulder. He nodded his head as if confirming something.

Lee looked at him, confused, "What are you nodding about?"

"It's official. Katherine Bell likes you."

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tinkerbell86 - I'm so incredibly happy that you think that I'm talented and I'm really you like the fic And as soon as I either stop writing or stop being busy, I'm most definately going to read your fic/s! Thanks a bunch!

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Alirighty, kiddies, Another chapter done, another one of my brain cells lost on working up a sweat trying to write it..

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-Richi Sama-