Chapter 10

"What do you mean that Katie has to move out?" You roared. Quite ferociously, I might add. I was very proud of you. I don't know many other people who could manage all of that anger. "Who cares if your bloody sister needs to move in? Katie is practically my sister."

Angelina just looked on, palm pressed on my back to keep me in my head-between-the-knees position, lest my hyperventilating get worse. I don't quite remember all of the specifics, but even now I recognize that a passed-out-Katie on the floor would not have helped the situation.

Nope. It would have helped not one bit.

You brought yourself up to your full height and fisted your hands on your hips. "I live here just as well, Stephanie. Don't you forget who gets you discounted robes and accessories!"

Hey, wait a mo. You have only once gotten me a discounted robe! Which I didn't even pay for! The story of which is recounted later in the letter, but even though. After those butterbeers (Or Firewhisky, which I may just need by that time) you are getting me a new set of dress robes. Pretty ones. Maybe blue coloured.

Stephanie's eyes narrowed. "Don't you forget, Alicia, that I'm the one who not only procured this place of residence, but I also pay more than you do in rent." She ground this out, her hands on her fists in a poor imitation of you.

You gasped. I couldn't even blame you. It was as low a blow as any I'd ever seen before. "Are you threatening me?" you snapped at her, stomping your foot. Stephanie just gave a simpering smile in return.

"Maybe I am, Alicia. If I were, would you know it?"

That was when I had had it. I stood up quite abruptly, knocking Angelina's hand off of my back. I must have surprised her, as she stepped back. My feet were not under my own control as I stomped over to Stephanie, who was watching me out of the corner of her narrowed eyes.

"You know what, Stephanie?" I growled at her, waving my wand in her face. She didn't know that magic isn't quite my thing, and I wanted to keep it that way. "Give your sister this message for me, eh?" Without pausing, I gave her an extremely rude hand gesture and stomped toward the door.

Angelina gave a shout of laughter and you were quiet just a moment before saying in a light-hearted voice: "Katie, dear, you aren't helping anything. You know that, don't you?"

Well, um, of course I knew that I wasn't helping anything. Well, I know now. Then there wasn't quite the same little voice in my head telling that it probably wasn't that good of an idea back then.

Feeling for the door handle under my palm, I turned back to tell you something. Which just happened to be, I believe, "I'll talk to you later, Angelina. Can you keep my things here, Alicia?" and last of all, "Hope that a blast-ended skrewt eats you, Stephanie."

As I slammed the door shut behind me, I heard a loud "Hey!".

I know that this makes me sound like that worst person on earth, but every time I get even a bit of revenge on someone, I revel in it a bit. Do you think that that makes me sick, Alicia? Well, at any rate, it really doesn't matter, as you've gotten a cold-served dish from me a few times.

Just kidding, Alicia. A bit, anyways.

It also took me a few steps to realize that Blast-Ended Skrewts aren't really carnivores, are they? Looking back on it, I'm not exactly sure what they eat. At all, actually. But does it matter? It really didn't matter if one just chewed on Stephanie's head for awhile.

I was seeing red, Alicia. I honestly was. I mean, I did contribute to your flat! Not so much money or rent, but most certainly food and such! And yet Stephanie had the nerve to throw me out. So inconsiderate. So, so inconsiderate.

So, seeing as I'm off topic, let me get back to the part of the story at hand.

As I said, I stalked away from your flat as fast as I could. I think there must have been a look on my face that suggested disgust because as I stomped past a middle-aged wizard, he gave me quite a dirty look. I am so awful that even older men cringe at the sight of me! I'm sure that that didn't help my mood either.

As I was doing my stalking around bit, I wasn't in a blind rage like you may think that I was. It was no where compared to tackling Thompson (Which I still stand by, by the way. I'd hit 'im again anytime.) I was actually doing a little bit of thinking, and not so much brooding. What was I thinking, exactly, Alicia? Well, it wasn't quite so deep as, 'My, Stephanie is quite a prissy bitch'.

More along the lines of, 'Fuck. Where do I go now?'

Which is how I ended up closing my eyes and visualizing the place that I go whenever I'm not really sure where I should actually be going…WWW. Concentrating hard, I Apparated. The funny pulling, pushing feeling almost made me sick to my stomach in my oh-so-tender state.

So sick, in fact, that as soon as my feet touched the ground I stumbled a little bit. I crossed leg over leg in a drunken demeanor. With a clenched hand, I steadied myself on the window. My eyes rolled before I finally had enough sense to close them.

I shouldn't have bloody closed them around WWW! It wasn't very Weasley Savvy of me.Not after the Fireplace Incident (Oh yes, I know it's Capitalized now, as are all of the wildest Weasley adventures. I should be happy that I have made it into their Wall 'o' Fame and such. Maybe I am, a little bit. I suppose).

I hadn't even been there two minutes before I heard a voice say, "Bell?". It seemed to come from above me. I craned my neck to see, and I squinted and opened my eyes several times to see. But to no avail.

Finally, I just settled for doing the normal thing. Covering my eyes and yelling, "What?" My stomach churned. There was a rustling, and someone began to say something in a hushed voice, but then there was a clatter and a yell.

A yell that went something like this: "Heads up, Bell!"

'Bloody Weasleys' was pretty much all I had time to consciously think. There wasn't enough time to move, and without warning I was cloaked in black. It was very quiet and very dark.

Doesn't it just figure?