Author's Note: I have tried a non-lyrical story for you guys in celebration of being on this site for two years.I'm going to try and get it finished by 7/12, but we'll see! At the least, I'm going to try and get it dome by the 16th so that I don't have to amend it a hundred times because it is riddled with inconsistancies, lol. The sequel is already in the works and I really think that you guys will like it. Read and review, por favor!

To my dear friend Alicia:

I write this letter to you in the dark above WWW because I must get something off of my chest, and I knew that you were just the one to write to. Why didn't I write to Angelina, you are no doubt asking yourself, as you curl up on your very comfy sofa with that horrid animal that you like to call a cat. That question can be answered quite simply and the response can be found in the bowels of this letter that is definitely for your eyes only. Why your eyes only and not Lee's also? Read on, Alicia…

When people think of Fred and George…they immediately think Lee. Fred, George and Lee. It could very well become a hybrid: Gredlee. And occasionally Angelina is thrown in there because she's Fred's girlfriend and hangs on his arm a lot. But I'm not going to get into what, exactly, their amalgam name would be.

But does anyone think Katie Bell? Does anyone in the whole bloody world think, Gee, I wonder what Fred 'n George 'n Katie are planning next? No! No one ever wanted to know, even during Hogwarts!

Even you, my best girl friend, didn't even ask what I was doing while you were up in the boys dorms snogging Lee like there was no tomorrow, or where I was going with Angelina's boyfriend alone while she was at some random club meeting. That is why I'm telling you in this letter, that Fred and George and I were almost inseparable during Hogwarts.

Who does everybody think helped look up brews for their candies and who helped them invent spells for their pranks? Certainly not the twins! They're much more intelligent that they lead on, take it from me, but I don't think that either of them have set foot in a Library more than a dozen times in their lives, much less know what a Dewey Decimal System was.

So, as you see, that's where I have always come in, and the reason that I am living in George's bedroom above WWW. No Alicia, not in George's bed. Not all the time, anyway. We mostly draw Laughing Licorice Sticks to see who gets to sleep on the worn out mattress (I've enclosed a few pieces. At 3 knuts a strand, they're a real bargain. Laughing Always Guaranteed ©WWW). At any rate it's very small and can barely hold one person, so sharing is out of the question. But back to the very important topic at hand.

How is it that I never get the credit? Is it because I didn't hang around on their arms as much as Angelina does? Because I didn't grow up two towns over from them, like you did? Is it because Lee and the twins have a special bond over all things gross? IS IT BECAUSE I'M ONE YEAR BELOW THE LOT OF YOU? IT IS, ISN'T IT?

But it doesn't matter now, I suppose. Because in the history of Hogwarts, I will always go down as the chaser who was very good friends with Fred, George, and Lee and best friends with Alicia and Angelina but somehow managed to escape the limelight that followed them around for the most part.

Actually, I didn't really escape it at all. But for the sake of posterity, we will say that the limelight tended to dim a bit when it came to me. (That little amendment should clear things up a bit when we show our children and grandchildren this letter one day and laugh. Or give them an idea of what our lives were like after they find it haphazardly shoved in A Completely Long and Horrid History of Magic or something of the like, knowing you)This was a completely positive thing at times, and quite a depressing one at others.

But, to explain these misconceptions about myself and where I come to play in the lives of others as of a few years ago, namely Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson, and you Alicia Spinnet, but mainly Fred and George Weasley, I have written you this letter, which I am not calling a letter so much anymore, but giving it the name of The Utterly Unabridged History of Katie Bell's Life After Hogwarts (Thus Far). Hopefully The Utterly Unabridged History of Katie Bell's Life After Hogwarts (Thus Far) will give you new insight on our(my) lives (life). (Thus Far). Also, with any luck the title will intrigue you (you know it does) and force you to read this letter, and I can use it for the title of my memoir one day.

And so Alicia, I beg of you to read this. It is important to my sanity for you to understand why I am, exactly, in George's room above WWW and why on earth I have decided to stay there.

And, without further ado, my dearest dear friend Alicia, (You are a dear, you know that, correct?) I present The Utterly Unabridged History of Katie Bell's Life After Hogwarts (Thus Far).