Pumpkin Juice

You know what would be really wicked, if people lived on the roofs of buildings. If you think about it, they wouldn't be discovered, because who goes on roofs? Really, it's a brilliant low cost housing solution. So what if it rains?

Don't kill the messenger, don't kill the messenger, don't kill the messenger, don't kill the messenger, don't kill the messenger, don't kill the messenger.

Stupid Alicia. Honestly, you don't go around telling passionate and spirited Gryffindor Quidditch captains that the evil frog spawn of a teacher cancels Quidditch. It just isn't intelligent!

Not that I meant to hurt her with my wand or anything…

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Anyway, must distract myself.

Umm, I feel as though my life is empty. NO! Happy thoughts.

It's going to rain tomorrow, and I absolutely love the rain, and erm…

Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens

Bright cooper kettles and warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages tied up with strings,

These are a few of my favorite things

So, I went away from you for a little while acting out the entire sound of music sequence, I am a muggle born after all, and then Fred and George were in the common room watching me and dance and sing as though I was loony or something. Loony? Me? They're raving mad if you ask me.

Well, I have to go to class but I'll write again very soon. Hopefully I won't cut through the pages by stabbing them with my quill.

Betraying, bubbly, blasted, backstabbing, two faced friend (this is no time for hyphens). I told her, I told her loud and clear, she knew what I was going to say, she knew. She confronted me and I told her the truth, I admitted that I like George.

So, what does she go and do? She dates him. Walks by holding his hand and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, sees me, and says, as though it isn't out of the ordinary, "Hi Angie!"

Who does that? Obviously Ms. Alicia Spinnet does that. Some friends I have, eh?

And excuse me, but Angie? The worse part is that she acts like nothing's happening, she's coming up here now. I can recognize the sound of betrayal from anywhere. I charmed my quill to write down what's happening. Very Rita Skeeterish, only not, because I came up with it myself since I'm brilliant.

"Hi Angelina!" Bubbly blond says in fake happiness voice. Patricia quickly leaves room.

Angelina the Wonderful doesn't respond.

"Oh Angie, are you mad at me?" Blond pouts yet again. Wonderful clenches teeth upon hearing misuse of nickname.

"What ever would give you that idea? The fact that you stole the object of my fancy knowing that I liked him, or the fact that I didn't respond?" Sarcasm is heavily implied in this witty statement.

"Don't mope around Angelina, we all know you were just using George because Fred was being an ignorant imbecile." Angelina's eyes grow wide. Jaw drops.

"First of all, that isn't true and if you thought it you should have told me! Second of all you better not talk about your boyfriend's family like that anymore. Now get out of my room and don't come near me again!"

Angry blond stomps down stairs obviously in a manically de —

Right, that's how it went. I snuck out of the dorm though and am now lying in the middle of the quidditch pitch. I suppose I shouldn't be mad at her, after all, I was kind of using George, subconsciously of course.

All right, completely consciously. But at least I have the grace to admit it, even if it is only to an inanimate pile of parchment.

But still, it really isn't nice. Now I can't fancy anyone, stupid romance.

However, I did manage to forget about Quidditch. Oops, I just ruined it didn't I? That and I'm…on the Quidditch pitch...oh, well. I don't even have the energy to be angry anymore. I'm just mad. Pure mad, but in a passive sort of way, which more unlike me than using mad red-haired teenage boys for my own twisted mind games.

I think I need to go to bed now.

Yeah, it's getting late and the pitch should be off limits by now.

At least it's raining. If I cry because this pitch's had its soul snatched from it now, no one'll know.

Authors' Note- WE'RE BAAAAAACK! Forever! Well, the thing about that is that eventually I'm going to die, so I can't be around, for ya know, forever. I actually procrastinated a ton with beta-ing this chapter, as did I with writing it, but when I finally did, I was into it! I felt this sort of insane adrenaline rush that I was editing Braids and Boils—and after I did, it'd be back for good. Now I can't stop bouncing in my chair! The thing keeping me sane is watching the CBBC Newsround GoF sneek peek over and over, as well as the commercial for Chamber of Secrets on ABC. THEY ARE NOT MAKING ME WORK ON A PROJECT SATURDAY! I am. I feel as though my humanities teacher put me in my group for the entire quarter to become more like Umbridge. I WILL BE IN FRONT OF MY TELEVISION! I'll be doing all of my groups work. They will probably be in front of the television though.

:takes a second to regroup:

:takes a second to not hunt down teacher and strangle with end effector:

And now, to thank you all for standing by us, new and old, long and short, hungry and full, smart and not so smart, and to hope the new return for the rest of the story, and that the old come back for its now renewed life.

Wow, I had a poetic moment. I probably ruined that, sorry.

Jersey Princess- I laughed out loud when I saw you calling Fred a dimwit. I laughed inside my head, which is like me laughing out loud if I were a normal person. Truly brilliant word; I'm gonna start using it more often. As will I. I think I did once after a particular episode of Boy Meets World where it was used really well…okay, stopping. Go Miss Congeniality 2! Haven't seen it, loved the original though. Ack, now when ever I think of the phrase Miss Congeniality, I think of our eighth grade mock awards next week. Should be interesting, eh? Are you hoping to win one? Atleast your school has awards.Well, when you ask me if I am going to make it work, I feel as though you can't ask ME. I'll attempt to mess with your mind in some twisted manner.

xXxHp…Nikki- Yes, Angelina's problem? She's twisted. Manic. I resent that, I put a lot of my self into her. That's all! Twisted like Tev… Actually, I can't deny that.

satinzevi- Are you new! Actually, I think you are. If not I apologize profoundly. I can't remember! Well, welcome anyway, and I hope you come back despite my lack of anti-procrastination ability! That was a complicated sentence. But hey, glad to have you!

Funny Cide- Thanks for the tips, and glad you like all our 'fun jazz'! I really do appreciate the constructive critism, its so hard to get any these days.

Tidal Waves- Ah, you're back! Cyber party! I don't know what's wrong with FF that it keeps deleting people's stories like this! It really makes me really mad, really really mad. We should do something. Like what? Like, set a cyber Angelina on the head of the fanfiction police, they don't exist. Now that'd make an interesting story. Then go write it!

Flagstonejester- Wow. Long review. Cyber donut! Even if you hadn't sent the entire thing twice it would've been long. Bravo. You seem to have the plot down fine. But here's a brief recap as simple as it can be put oh no, here we go on the wild ride: Angelina likes Fred. Fred likes Angelina, but doesn't know it yet, or does he. Angelina, in a pathetic attempt to distract herself from the insane, or mentally out of control and obsessive stalkerish, crush on Fred, decides to pretend(or is it?) to like George. This is also to quell, I prefer the word quench, any suspicions amongst her friends that she really does like Fred. Her way of doing this is by ignoring him, and he gets annoyed by that and decides to ignore her. Meanwhile, George asks Alicia out, under the instruction of Fred in his subconscious realization of his crush, and so…chaos ensues. I think…I just made it worse. Darn. Oh well! Glad you like Angelina's wit. Wittyness!