Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns all. But I doubt she'd be pleased if she knew what I was about to do to her characters.
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! They really motivated me. I would have got the chapter out quicker but I had Uni stuff due. And one of my friends turned 18.
WARNING: Angst ahead!
Yes, this is the chapter. The one you've all been dreading. I've been dreading it too! George finds out about Alicia and Oliver and is understandably devastated. On a happier note, Sirius makes an appearance!
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Chapter 31
After the disaster that was Christmas Eve, Charlie returned to Romania and Erica and Brian weren't speaking. Little hope was left for their relationship. Erica couldn't care less though. She was more worried about Charlie. No matter what she felt for him, he was still her friend. She knew she'd hurt him but her pride prevented her rushing to Romania and apologising.
Alicia wasn't feeling too good about her interference anymore. Everybody had ended up unhappy and Erica appeared no closer to declaring her love for Charlie. Alicia was even beginning to doubt that she did love Charlie. Maybe they were just friends after all.
She was glad to finally be back at Hogwarts, anyway. The trip to Hogwarts hadn't been as pleasant as she hoped though. Angelina and Fred had officially broken up. First she joined the boys in their compartment.
"Girls are so stupid," Fred said passionately.
"As you've told me twenty five times already," Alicia sighed. "Are you going to tell me what happened or not?"
"Why? You'll just take Angelina's side!"
"Just tell her about it," George groaned and rubbed his forehead. He'd been listening to his twin complain ever since they broke up. Frankly, he was sick of it.
"Well, on the way home on the Hogwarts Express Angelina and I were talking about Christmas presents and she told me she didn't want anything. So I went to see her on Christmas Eve and she gave me a present but I didn't have one for her."
Alicia shook her head. "Oh, Fred."
"How was I supposed to know she really wanted a gift?!"
"Honestly, you should have got her something no matter what she told you. It shows you care."
"I care because I listened to her!" Fred insisted.
"Still, you should have got her something. Then she would have said, 'Fred! You shouldn't have! You're such a sweetheart! Gimme a kiss!'"
Fred gave Alicia an unimpressed look and she rolled her eyes. "I'm only trying to help."
"Anyway, after that she demanded I give the present back to her because I didn't deserve it. I refused and she got all snappy with me."
"You broke up over that?" Alicia exclaimed in disbelief.
"No. It was fine until she mentioned Cedric. She said, and I quote, 'Cedric would never do something like this. He's considerate!'" Fred narrowed his eyes. "As far as I'm concerned, he can have her."
Alicia didn't say anything. She knew Cedric was still a touchy subject with Fred. Obviously Angelina and Fred were just as bad as each other. She had a feeling they'd be back together after things calmed down.
Alicia bid the twins and Lee a rather subdued farewell and headed back to the compartment she was sharing with Angelina and Katie. She never made it there, however. Halfway along she was pulled into another compartment.
"OW!" She rubbed her upper arm.
"Sorry about that," Oliver said sheepishly.
Alicia's heart leapt into her throat. Ignoring his observant roommates, she pounced on him. The pair kissed for two straight minutes without surfacing for air. They finally jumped apart when Percy cleared his throat loudly.
"That's really quite inappropriate," he said.
"What about that time I caught you in the broomshed with Penelope?" Oliver raised his eyebrows.
Percy went back to his reading.
"Did you have a nice Christmas?" Alicia said as Oliver dragged her into the corner for a little privacy.
"Great. I came up with some new training drills for the team," he beamed. Alicia loved the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke about Quidditch. "How was your Christmas?"
"Eventful. I got your package by the way. The sugar quills were lovely."
"I'm glad you liked them. Can you stay in here for awhile?"
"I'd love too but I should probably get back to the girls before they come looking for me."
"All right, I'll talk to you tonight then."
Alicia reached up to give him a goodbye kiss but suddenly became aware that all of Oliver's roommates were watching. She blushed and scurried out of the room.
As Alicia approached her compartment she could hear Angelina yelling. Mind you, she'd been yelling quite a bit recently.
"Finally! What took you so long?!" Angelina demanded as Alicia entered then closed the door behind her. "I suppose he kept you waiting. Inconsiderate git. He thinks everything is about him. I hope he's feeling guilty. Is he feeling guilty, Leesh? Does he at least regret being an idiot? Spit it out, Leesh!"
Alicia just stared. "Slow down, you nutter! One thing at a time, please."
"He's corrupted you. I should have thought as much." Angelina folded her arms and eyed Alicia suspiciously. "I can see we're going to have to de-brainwash you. Katie, you stupefy her while I conjure some ropes." She pulled out her wand, which Katie promptly snatched away.
"Alicia's right, you are bloody crazy!"
"Oh no! He got to you as well!" she gasped.
"How about you take a few deep breaths, sweetie," Alicia placated in her 'talking to insane people' voice. "Don't deep breaths sound like fun?"
"What did Fred say? Is he all cut up about it? Does he want to apologise?"
Alicia sat beside her and sighed. "You want the truth?"
"Of course."
"Well, Fred didn't seem all that worried about it. He was more angry than sad."
"You sure?" Angelina looked sceptical. "He hides his emotions well. I bet you misinterpreted."
Alicia shook her head definitively. "I know Fred almost as well as you do. Honestly, he wasn't the least bit concerned that it ended. He told me you mentioned Cedric."
"So?" Angelina shrugged.
"You know how he gets when anybody so much as mentions Cedric in passing. He said that Cedric can have you for all he cares."
"He actually said that?!" Katie's eyes widened.
Alicia nodded sadly. "Pretty much."
Angelina stared at her hands pensively then suddenly stood up and put her hands on her hips. She stood there in front of her friend's, countenance exuding defiance. "That's it. I've had it with them!"
"With who?" Katie looked around.
"Boys!" she threw her hands up. "Men, guys…anyone with a Y chromosome! I've had it with them all! I've decided to become a nun. Come on! Who's with me?!"
Alicia and Katie exchanged a glance. "Ang, Katie and I are really going to have to start regulating your coffee intake."
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The night before term started, Alicia and Oliver were out on the Quidditch pitch. It was around midnight and they were lying side by side on the grass staring up at the starry sky. They'd been out there for an hour or so and were just enjoying each other's company and trying to make their own constellations from the stars.
"Look, I can see a Quaffle." Oliver pointed to a cluster of stars directly above them.
"That's a rather pointy looking Quaffle, dear," she said, squinting up at the stars he indicated. "I think it looks more like an upside down love heart."
"I suppose you could look at it that way."
Alicia giggled. "I love the way you can turn even the most remote topic back to Quidditch. It's cute."
He turned his head to look at her and smiled. "What can I say? Hey, did I tell you I spoke to Harry earlier?"
"Yes. The second I saw you."
"And I told you about the Firebolt?"
"You mumbled something about it but you were so frantic that I couldn't understand. So, Harry has a Firebolt then?"
Oliver sat up suddenly. "No! That's the damn problem! He got one for Christmas but McGonagall took it off him."
Alicia gasped and sat up as well. "Why would she take it off him? Doesn't she want us to win?"
"I know! But apparently she thinks the broom is jinxed or some such nonsense."
"Jinxed! Who would bother to jinx Harry's broom?"
"He mentioned something about Sirius Black being after him," Oliver said, waving his hand vaguely. "But the point is she's going to-"
"Whoa!" Alicia scrambled to her feet. "Black is after Harry?!"
He nodded. "That's what I said."
"Oh my God! Oliver, you know what this means!"
Oliver tilted his head and shrugged. "It means Harry needs a new broom?"
"No, you git! If Black is after Harry then he must still be hanging around!" she shrieked.
"And…"
"And we're sitting our in the middle of the Quidditch pitch at midnight! Black could be anywhere! Seriously," she said, grabbing his hand. "We have to get back inside."
"Relax, nothing will happen," he soothed. "But if it will make you feel better we'll head back inside."
Oliver rolled to his feet slowly and Alicia bounced on the balls of her feet. "Come on!" She pulled him across the pitch urgently.
"Settle down, Leesh. You're hurting my arm," he complained as they approached the tunnel.
Alicia stopped suddenly and Oliver bumped into her. He groaned. "What is it now?"
"Shh! Can you hear that?" She nodded towards the dark tunnel. "Something's in there."
Oliver leant forward a bit and there it was. A sort of shuffling, tapping noise. It certainly didn't sound like footsteps. "What do you think it is?"
"It could be a multitude of things," Alicia whispered back. "All sorts of creatures live in the Forest. Just get ready in case." She pulled out her wand and Oliver followed suit.
"What if it's a werewolf or something?" he panicked. Sneaking out at night wasn't sounding like such a good idea anymore.
"Can't be. It's not a full moon. It could be something just as nasty though. Do you know any helpful spells?"
"I can turn a match into a needle. Does that help?"
"No. Don't worry, I know the Impediment Jinx…I think."
The two of them braced themselves as the sound drew closer and a moving shadow became visible in the depths of the tunnel. The sound stopped abruptly and was replaced by a low, guttural growl. Alicia whimpered and looked around for another way out. There was another tunnel on the other side of the pitch but they'd never make it in time.
"Let me handle it," Oliver said bravely, stepping in front of Alicia. She was touched by the gesture but not very reassured.
The threatening growl grew more insistent and their assailant was revealed…
"It's…a dog," Oliver said, noticeably relieved. Alicia stepped around him. It was a shaggy, bedraggled looking black dog. It was surprisingly large and was baring its sharp white teeth.
Alicia lowered her wand and spoke in a wavery voice. "Nice doggie. Pretty doggie."
The dog snarled and Alicia stepped back. Oliver did the same and whispered, "I don't think it appreciated that."
"I think I know what it might appreciate." She stuck her hand in her pocket, though never taking her eyes off the dog. She removed a couple of cauldron cakes wrapped in foil that she had saved from dinner. The dog ceased its growling to sniff the air inquisitively. It obviously liked what it smelt because it sat down and wagged its tail hopefully, its pink tongue lolled out and Alicia let out a long breath.
"It's a male," she informed Oliver.
"How can you tell?"
She grinned as she held out a cauldron cake. "It thinks with its stomach."
"On behalf of all males, I resent that."
"Here, doggie" Alicia knelt down. It looked doubtful for a moment then trotted over cautiously. It sniffed the two students extensively before it deemed them safe.
"Be careful, it might have rabies or something," Oliver warned as the dog ate the cake from Alicia's hand.
"You don't have rabies, do you cutie?" Alicia cooed.
The dog licked her hand and she giggled. Oliver rolled his eyes. "What is it with girls and dogs? Only a minute ago you were in hurry to get inside now you're feeding a stray dog."
"Poor thing probably hasn't eaten for ages," she replied as it lapped the last cake up and she gave it a pat on the head.
"Now can we leave?"
"Sure." Alicia wiped her hand down her cloak to remove it of dog slobber and stood up. "Let's get back. We shouldn't have to worry about the Prefects patrolling now. Bye, doggie."
"I hope you realise it didn't understand you," Oliver said as they headed back down the tunnel.
"Hey, I've heard you talking to Quaffles."
They walked the rest of the way back to the front doors of the castle in silence. Quietly they opened the doors a crack and peered inside the empty Entrance Hall. Relieved that Filch wasn't lurking, they entered.
"I told you there was nothing to worry about. I bet Black's long gone," Oliver whispered as they tiptoed up the marble staircase.
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(A/N: Just forewarning you that the heartbreak is coming. Brace yourselves. Just remember it all turns out in the end!)
It started out as a good day. A very good day in fact. The sun was shining brightly in the azure sky and birds were chirping as the school headed out to the Quidditch stadium. Ravenclaw were playing Slytherin and if Slytherin won then Gryffindor would still be in with a chance of making the grand final.
George was walking beside Alicia and everything was as it should be. Until…
"Would you stop looking at me!" Angelina yelled.
"I wasn't looking at you! You walked into my line of sight! It's your fault!" Fred yelled back.
"Quit fighting!" Lee ordered. "It's getting really tired. Can't you just kiss and make up already?"
"Never!" they cried in unison and crossed their arms.
"At least they agree on something," Alicia whispered to George.
He could only smile as his stomach did a back flip. Alicia had been in a really good mood lately and the amount of smiles and affectionate gestures she bestowed upon George had to be some sort of sign. It had to be.
The group filed into the stadium and headed high up into the stands. Alicia sat in between George and Oliver with her Gryffindor scarf secured around her neck. Oliver had his professional looking clipboard out to make notes during the game and he mumbled to himself as the players took the field.
"I hate to say it but Malfoy looks a little better in the air than he did last year," he commented.
"Still not as good as Harry," Alicia intoned.
"He'll never be that good."
To cut a long story short, Slytherin ended up winning narrowly. The scoring spree by their Chasers at the beginning of the game was all that saved them. This was the first time the Gryffindor's were actually glad Slytherin won. They were still in the running for the Quidditch Cup but Oliver refused to celebrate.
"Oh, come on, Olly!" Alicia exclaimed as they skipped back up to the castle. "We're so in!"
"What's that saying? Don't count your eggs or whatever?"
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch?" Fred suggested.
"That's the one. See, there's still a lot of work to do before we're ready," Oliver said sternly. "With that said, we're going to start training five nights a week."
"Bugger off!" Angelina yelled.
"How am I expected to find time to do my homework?" Fred demanded.
"You don't do your homework as it is," Angelina was quick to point out snidely.
Fred poked his tongue out at her. "Well, how am I supposed to find time to plan pranks to pull on Angelina?"
Angelina's dark eyes smoldered and Oliver interrupted quickly. "Do you lot want to win the Cup or not?"
"Of course we do!" Alicia answered for them all. Everyone nodded their agreement and forgot about petty little differences. They were going to win the Cup.
"I think a celebration is still in order," George gave Fred a significant look and he nodded. The two of them ran off and Angelina scowled.
"Good riddance, I say."
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The party may not have been as boisterous or big as it was when Gryffindor won but there was plenty of Butterbeer and sweets to go around. The common room was full to the brim with happy students. Everyone was laughing and discussing Gryffindor's chances. All except one student.
Alicia grabbed two bottles of Butterbeer and carried them to a table at the back of the room. Hermione was hunched over a large book. Her fellow housemates jumped around her excitedly but she didn't even look up once.
"Hi, Hermione," Alicia said politely as she pulled out the chair beside the girl.
She turned her head slowly then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh, hi, Alicia."
"Surely you can't study in all this noise."
Hermione shrugged. "I manage," she said quietly.
"Well, here, I thought you could use something to drink." Alicia handed her a Butterbeer and she smiled gratefully.
"Thanks."
"Why are you hiding in the corner. Shouldn't you be celebrating with Ron and Harry?"
"They hate me," the younger girl answered simply.
"Why on earth would they hate you?"
"I'm the one who's responsible for the confiscation of the Firebolt," she said quietly. Alicia had to lean closer just to hear. "I thought Bl- well, I thought something was wrong with the broom."
"You thought Black had jinxed it," Alicia said knowingly.
"How did you know he was after Harry?" Hermione asked, slight accusation evident in her eyes.
"Harry told Oliver then he told me. Don't worry, I won't mention it to anyone else. And Oliver's probably already forgotten," she said smiling affectionately. "Anyway, my point is that Harry and Ron don't hate you. I don't even think they're capable of it. But you know how boys get when it comes to brooms; it's like an extension of their masculinity. Just give it a couple of days. If they don't get over it I'll mention it to Angelina while she's still in male-hating-mode."
Hermione gave a tiny hint of a smile and sipped her Butterbeer. The two of them sat there for a while and watched their ecstatic housemates. Oliver wandered over casually and pulled Alicia away from Hermione.
"Let's go celebrate," he whispered.
"I am celebrating," she said. She held up her bottle. "See, Butterbeer and all."
"I meant celebrating in private."
"Oh! You should have said that in the first place." Alicia looked around and located Angelina and Katie. "Right, my room is empty."
The couple slipped upstairs unnoticed…
It was some fifteen minutes later when George decided he'd confront Alicia. He'd been considering it all day and it was time. Alicia was in a good mood and would be less likely to slap him. But where was she?
Katie and Angelina were chatting to Harry and Ron but Alicia was nowhere to be seen. She had to be in her room then. By herself. Even better, he thought with a wry smile.
While Fred and Lee were preoccupied he rushed up the girls' stairs. He reached her door and just stood and stared at the plaque that identified the room as belonging to the fifth year girls. It was time to seize the moment. Bite the bullet. Grab the Hippogriff by the-
Well, you get the point. Pushing aside tired cliches and his knotted stomach, George threw the door open.
But, of course, Alicia wasn't alone. Far from it. George's stomach plummeted to reside somewhere around his knees.
What the bloody hell was Oliver doing on top of her? Apart from snogging her face off. George caught a flash of bare stomach as Oliver shifted slightly. That was too much.
Not daring to believe the scene he was presented with, George stumbled back and stepped on Hermione's stupid cat. Crookshanks screeched indignantly.
That alerted the occupants of the room. Oliver rolled off Alicia…and right off the bed. George would have found it comical if the situation weren't so serious. Oliver landed on his back with a loud thump. Alicia shrieked and scurried to the edge of the bed.
"Oh! Are you all right?!"
He sat up slowly and rubbed his lower back. "I think so."
Alicia then turned her attention to the doorway. Crookshanks had streaked away in a blur of ginger fur. George hadn't moved. "Oh no."
"George! What do you think you're doing!?" Oliver demanded. "Get in and shut the door before someone else comes up."
George bristled in response to the order. "Don't tell me what to do."
Alicia leapt off the bed as Oliver got to his feet. Before he could reply she calmly strode over to the door and gently pulled George inside then shut the door and locked it this time.
"What's wrong with you?" Oliver ran his hands over his face tiredly. "You don't just walk into a room without knocking!"
George's face turned red and Alicia grabbed Oliver's arm. "Don't yell at him, all right? It's not his fault."
Ignoring George for the moment, Oliver faced Alicia and hissed through his teeth, "I thought you locked the door."
"I thought you did!"
"What's going on?" George asked in a shaky voice that was so unlike his own.
Alicia and Oliver exchanged a questioning glance. Oliver wasn't looking at all pleased with the confrontation. He wasn't going to answer so Alicia had to. "We were celebrating?" she offered weakly.
George hated being lied to. He crossed his arms and stared her down. "Really? That's interesting," he mused. "When you and I 'celebrate' I don't end up with my hand up your shirt. I guess I must be doing something wrong."
"Georgie…"
"No," he said sharply. "Don't Georgie me. I want the truth."
Alicia looked to Oliver for help but he was holding fast. He didn't want to own up to anything. Alicia suddenly felt a bit vindictive. "Oliver and I are more than just friends."
"Alicia!"
"I can't lie to him, Oliver!"
George had paled dramatically. He'd known what was going on the second he saw them but hearing it come from Alicia's mouth made it all the more real.
And all the more painful.
"But you can't be together!" he interrupted their argument.
"What?" Alicia shook her head in confusion.
"You…just…you can't!"
"George, you're not making any sense."
It suddenly clicked for Oliver. He nodded his head fractionally. Why hadn't he seen it before?
"I understand."
George gulped. So Oliver knew. How long before he told Alicia?
Meanwhile, she was still completely in the dark. And she didn't like it much. "Would someone care to explain it to me?"
George shook his head quickly. Before either of them could speak again he unlocked the door and ran out, slamming it behind him.
"All right, what was that all about?" Alicia asked.
Oliver opened his mouth then closed it again. "Secret guy's business."
Alicia rolled her eyes. "Typical."
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George had rushed across the common room and back up to his room without even pausing. He didn't want to deal with people at the moment. Especially happy people with all their laughing and smiling. It made him sick.
As soon as he got to his room he locked the door and paced around restlessly. He didn't know what to do. Everything had happened so fast that his brain was still processing it.
Alicia and Oliver. Together. Not in a platonic way either.
George wasn't even angry anymore. Not even sad or disappointed. He was numb. At least anger would have been something. This void of nothingness was hell.
He had a sudden vision of the two of them in that compromising position. He closed his eyes but it was still there. Forever etched in his mind's eye. The nothingness was replaced by pain. George had always thought heartbreak was only a figure of speech but it literally felt as if cold hands had torn his heart in two.
Well, maybe that was a little melodramatic. But there was a dull ache in his chest that refused to be overlooked. She might as well have ripped his heart out and jumped up and down on it. This feeling was much less preferable than nothingness. If that was hell then this was the place below that.
But probably the most surprising thing was that he didn't blame Alicia or even Oliver. If he hated Oliver it would have made things easier but he couldn't blame him for making the move he couldn't. Alicia wasn't just going to sit around and wait for him to get his act together.
Enter Oliver Wood.
No wonder Alicia had been in such a good mood lately. But exactly how long had it been going on? Furthermore, why hadn't Alicia told him? As her so-called best friend didn't he at least deserve that?
George was so lost in thought that he jumped when someone knocked on his door. He told whoever it was to go away and resumed his pacing. His visitor refused to leave. It was probably Alicia coming to apologise and ask unanswerable questions. He decided he might as well tell her he was fine. Though he wasn't.
He opened the door and forced a smile. "Oliver?"
Oliver just stood there looking awkward for a moment. "Uh, Alicia was going to come but I convinced her you were all right. I just wanted to…I don't know what I wanted to do."
"You're right anyway, I'm fine."
Oliver stared at his shoes. "I just want you to know I didn't mean to yell at you and stuff."
"Forget about it," George said firmly. The two stood there in an uneasy silence. So many things lingered unsaid until Oliver blurted it out.
"You want her."
"I want her to be happy," George insisted. "She wants you and that makes her happy so I'm happy. Everybody's happy. I don't see a problem here."
"I'll step aside," Oliver said gallantly, ignoring the other's denial.
"No!" George stomped his foot in sudden frustration. "You're not supposed to say that! Alicia deserves someone who'll fight for her not just hand her over like a piece of meat. You have to want her."
"I do."
"Good. Then go make her happy."
George shut the door in his captain's face then went and curled up on his bed.
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A/N: Oh dear. Poor George. But don't you just love him? I do! I feel awful for doing that to him. Really.
I'll make it up to him eventually.
Just so you know what's going on with Fred and Angelina. I really didn't want to break them up like that but it makes sense if they aren't together when he asks her to go to the Ball. It's for the sake of continuity so just stick with me. Besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder. *wink*
Sorry it took so long anyway. Dunno when the next chapter will be up. I don't even know what will be in it. But I can guarantee things won't get much better for George yet. You'll probably end up hating Alicia by the end of it!
Laverne de Montmorency: Brian is quite a prick, isn't he? But we all love Charlie so it's all right. Yes, I don't like the new director either. But I guess there's little we can do about it.
Hopeless Angel: Thanks. We'll wait and see what happens with Brian.
Oliverwoodschic: Nobody seems to like Brian. Not that I'm surprised. You weren't really meant to like him. I don't know where Erica's proper judgement is either. I'm sure it'll turn up sooner or later.
Tessa: Fred/Angelina is a great couple to read and write. They won't be getting back together in this story. That happens in Yule Ball-take two. But there will be lots of tension and stuff.
Ashlee: Glad you liked the triangle! It's good to move away from the others for awhile. I like mixing things up. I don't really know if Jasmine's father is an arse. I'll leave that to you all to form your own opinions when he's revealed.
Musicaldreams09: Yay! I have fans. Hehe. Charlie didn't really help the situation. But neither did George and Alicia. But we can forgive them.
Shenaux: I'm not sure if we've seen the last of Brian yet. You all seemed to hate him so much that I might have to bring him back! But we'll see. Wouldn't it have been funny if Molly broke his nose?
Eriador: At the moment the engagement is still on but we'll see if it lasts. I agree! The Weasley's are so lovable. That comment about dragons was rather uncalled for. But he came off second best in the end!
Meredith: Hi! How is Rob? I hope you enjoyed Chicago. I saw Ned Kelly on Friday night. Ah, Orlando Bloom. Uni is…Uni. Lol. It's all right. At least I'm learning stuff. Like synecdoche. Yay.
Mystical: I flow! I'm glad it's exciting and unpredictable. I'm falling in love with Charlie too. The more I write him the more I like him. And it probably is disturbing but I'm just as disturbed so it's all good!
Zyzychyn: I wrote more! And there's still plenty to come! Wow! I'm loving the diversity of guesses! But as I said we'll see!
Heck E. Nah: You're so lovely. *blushes* I know what it's like to log on everyday waiting for a story to be updated. I just didn't think anybody would do that with my little story. I'll try to get chapters out sooner but apart from Uni I have another story in the pipeline (you'll never guess the couple!) and I'm also participating in a collaboration. I'll try though!
Dreamer: I think everyone has someone like Brian in our lives. Though we wish we didn't! I won't be doing a Charlie/Erica stand alone story simply because I don't have enough to make a story for them. They do play a larger part in the sequel though. Cuaron isn't the first person who comes to mind when you think kids movie. He did an R-rated movie after all.
Rachel: Glad you like it so much. Fantastic? Thanks! Oliver's gorgeous but my heart's with George.
Star2717: I like making people laugh! You'll have to wait and see what happens with the Charlie/Erica saga. But I can tell you it won't be easy for them! Well, the suspense is over. I hope it wasn't an anti-climax! I'm waiting for chapter 6, missy! I think we're just as bad as each other. No more Sean. But at least we still have Dan, Rupert and Tom!
Violante: I love your long reviews. As I said before, no Charlie/Erica story unfortunately. You will see more of them though. I'm glad I got you theorising and thinking. If you try hard enough I'm sure you'll be able to put it all together. We'll find out eventually. I know you can't wait but keep guessing!