I don't bloody believe it.

Really, I mean all those times that George and I've done things we should most definitely shouldn't've been doing…we never got caught. And never, never, was a new law made to stop us from doing it again.

Yes, that's what happened to our dearest brother and his dear friend. While rebelling against the management, somehow, they were caught. And this morning in the common room we saw a notice. And not just any notice…an Umbridge notice. That foul toad's passed another 'educational' decree and it forbids all meetings of three or more people from meeting ever again. And do you know what that means? NO QUIDDITCH!

I saw Angelina telling George about it after we all read the notice. She looks kind of nice when she's angry…I guess that passion she has for Quidditch sort of brings it out in her. Oh, gosh, listen to me! I sound like…oh no. I sound like Percy did when we all first found out about Panelope Clearwater. Damn!

After the notice went up I saw Alicia walking back up to her dormitory to get her books. She waved to Angelina and Trish as she did and they disappeared through he portrait hole to breakfast. I don't really know what came over me then, but I just thought, Now! You've got a chance! Do something! And I did.

"Alicia!" I called as I jogged up to her.

"Oh, hi Fred," she said as cheerfully as someone could who had just found out Quidditch was cancelled. "What is it?"

"Listen," I said. "Could you tell me…what's up with Angelina and George?"

Alicia looked positively terrified. Clearly, whatever she was expecting wasn't what I gave her, and she didn't seem to want to leave me in the dark or tell.

"Come on, Leesh," I said with a sly grin, using the name that only Trish and Angelina call her by. "Please? I really need to know."

"Oh, all right," she whined looking furious with herself. "She doesn't really fancy him at all. She—she was flirting with him just…because. You know, flirting for the sake of flirting, like Lee does. To be honest I don't really think it was fair of her, using him like that."

I nodded thoughtfully. Something was coming to my mind…something brilliant…

"Thanks, Alicia!" I cried, and without another word to her I bolted back up the staircase to our dormitory where George and Lee were waiting.

"George!" I called, almost gleefully. "Guess what?"

"What?" he asked. I tried to wipe the smile off my face.

"Angelina doesn't really fancy you!" My brother grinned.

"Ah, well," he said. "I suppose it's all right if one woman doesn't want me." (Lee poked his head out of the bathroom to snort)

"Well, at least this means you can date whoever you want without hurting her feelings," I said. I didn't fool him, though. George immediately stopped tying his shoe to narrow his eyes at me in suspicion.

"What do you mean by that, eh?" he asked.

"What do you think of Alicia?"

"She's all right, I s'pose."

"Excellent. Do you fancy her even a bit?"

"No!" he cried disbelieving, but now it was my turn to corner him with Lee just as they had done to me.

"Yes you do," said Lee.

"I do not," said George stubbornly.

"Come on, George," I said. "It's all right. I've confessed to the crime. But listen, I think Alicia fancies you a bit."

George raised an eyebrow. "She does?"

"Yup," I replied. "So go on, mate, ask her out. Today, after breakfast. I guarantee she'll say yes."

I admit, it was shameless lying, and to my own flesh and blood, no less. But still, I had to. Of course, since I'm…me, I didn't realize that that was where the shameless lying had to stop. For the day, anyway. No, then I got hit with a brilliant idea…I could make Angelina jealous. It was brilliant! But I could only do that one way…by dating someone else. And I knew just who to ask…

Well, I won't go into the details, but the person I asked? Yeah, that'd be Trish. Dear old Patricia Stimpson. But having a smart friend can take its toll sometimes. Needless to say, I got my bum kicked bad by her snapping at me cleverly and wittily whenever I said something. But I did find a few things out from her, also:

1. Angelina told Trish and Alicia that she fancied George.

2. Trish doesn't believe it and thinks that it was too sudden a transition

3. Trish implied that Ang liked someone before this and suddenly switched to my twin

4. Trish knows I fancy Angelina, though I swore her to secrecy during one of her human moments.

5. Trish saw right through my Make-Angelina-jealous-by-going-out-with-her-friend scheme.

6. Trish implied that the person Angelina liked before George might've been the closest thing to him—that's me! But I really shouldn't get my hopes up, or believe her, she's too intelligent to let something like that slip. There's still a glimmer of hope, but in any case I do plan to make those Braids jealous by way of dating someone much smarter and better looking than her. Or better looking, anyway. Not that she's ugly.

Anyway, I found this all out as Trish was getting her breakfast this morning (she tends to sleep in and I got held back because of my chats with George, Lee, and Alicia) (And the aforementioned three were sitting somewhere else and I caught at a different part of the table where they actually had marmalade) and after that my plan's first part was put into action. George asked Alicia if she'd like to spend the next Hogsmeade day with him. She clapped gleefully and accepted, blushing a brilliant shade of red. I was looking for Angelina to see how she'd react, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Well, she did make quite an entry into 'Defense Against the Dark Arts', though, if we can still call it that. Umbridge looked beyond delighted at her passing of the anti-Potter decree. Come to think of it it's a sort of anti-Dumbledore decree in its essence as well, isn't it? Anyway, Angelina came in late, her hair blowing madly and her books helter-skelter in her hands. And…that…bloody…toad…took off TWENTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR for it! One day, I swear, one day George and I'll get her back and make her wish she'd never messed with Hogwarts.

It was when I was peering around the corner at George and Alicia (with some pride, might I add), that I got to watch Angelina's much anticipated reaction to the pair. She tried to hide it, but didn't fool anyone; the first thing she did was gape in anger and shock. (She might actually fancy George…let's not think about that now.) Then George, blissfully ignorant as he is, told her they're dating and she gave the couple a sort of strained smile before entering Potions.

All in all it seemed a very good day, except for the backfiring of my plan involving Trish, and the fact that when George and I tried to cheer Ang up about her losing twenty points by turning her arm blue, she wasn't too thrilled.

George, Lee, and I had an interesting conversation when we returned to the dormitory about how strange girls are. See, I explained to them all about Angelina's strange actions recently, along with Trish's snubbing me and Alicia's quick crack and revealing of her friend's secrets. It all led to a simply mad conversation about the oddness of girls and the numerous different kinds. We've divided them into three categories: Angelinas, Patricias, and Alicias. This ought to be fun.