Sugarquill, March 14th

So much has happened I honestly don't know where to begin.

I suppose I can begin where I left off, with word on our flat and shop in Diagon Alley. Base sent us an owl saying the previous owners are definitely out and left the place in tip-top condition, except that she has to hire some people to spray for doxies. George and I were so happy; we offered to do it ourselves.

Bah. We've also perfected the Vanishing Hats to the point that we ran a demonstration for them in the courtyard the other day. Needless to say, they're quite a hit, and we've already got over a hundred orders! George says he's halfway through his would-be-diary, listing sales, customers, prices, and products. Somehow I doubt that was what Mum had in mind…

Anyway, that's the update on that bit of life. Umm…well, there's Quidditch, but that's just been going too abysmally to mention. Never thought I'd be glad to be off the team.

Harry gave an interview in The Quibbler! Yes, to explain what really happened with You-Know-Who and the graveyard last summer. Must say, it's quite brilliant. Everyone read it, too, since Umbridge tried to ban it. It's like Filch's list of rubbish we're not allowed to have. Hmm…maybe we can get him to ban our products. That'll be a sure way of getting some free publicity.

Focusing. Sorry. Professor Trelawney got sacked. Not something I'd normally mention, but there was this huge scene as Umbridge tried to get her thrown out, and quite frankly I was voting for the woman that lives up a silver ladder. What's more, Dumbledore hired a centaur from the forest to take Trelawney's place, and now Umbridge's even more furious trying to get him sacked cause he's one of her filthy half-breeds!

And now I breathe. Gimme a mo'.

Now, the final hurdle. Angelina. Stephanie. Andrew. And, newly added to the ridiculous mess I'm forced to call a social life, Andrew's sister Rebecca.

Sister, yes, and if I'd known that I might've saved myself some pain, anger and confusion.

No, wait, that was Ang.

I was actually downright giddy. I mean, I broke up with Stephanie (most unceremoniously, but I really can't bring myself to care much less what she thinks anymore) because of it. See, I'd seen Andrew talking to Rebecca in the entrance hall before lunch one day. They were whispering and looking secretive, then suddenly she giggled and Andrew hugged her before saying good bye. You can imagine how it must've looked to unsuspecting Fred Weasley, who, like many a Hogwarts student, had no idea that Andrew Rimmer had a sister.

I was shocked. And angry. As soon as Rebecca had gone into the hall I cut Rimmer off before he could. It went something like this:

"What do you think you're doing, Rimmer?"

"What…?"

"That girl, what're you playing at?"

"No, Fred, I—"

"How can you cheat on Ang? And so blatantly? I mean, come on Rimmer, you asked her out. You can't decide you're bored and get someone else, you just can't do that to her! She likes you too and she's not the kind of person who deserves that kind of treatment!"

Rimmer was silent. Looking back, I guess he was trying to figure out what the hell I was talking about and then wonder if he should turn me in for being absolutely barking. Or I might of scared him really bad, but I prefer to think of other alternatives.

"Fred, let me explain…" he began.

"No," I said firmly. "Save it. But not for Ang. I won't tell her about this because it'll hurt her too much, but you stay away from her. You don't deserve to speak to her, really, you filth."

Yes, I'll admit it immediately and without shame. I was horrible. Merciless. Poor guy, I probably even made him feel guilty, and he didn't do anything! I did, though, because that evening when Ang showed up in the common room she said Andrew'd broken up with her. I broke up with Stephanie a couple days later. To my horror, as I left, I saw her asking the same girl Rimmer had been with for some notes. The girl didn't have them, but said, quite clearly "I'll ask my brother for you though.", and in came Andrew.

I was completely rooted to the spot by horror. I must be one of the most stupid human beings ever to have walked the planet and lived so long without getting myself impaled on a potted plant or something. I actually started hitting my head against the wall, which is stone, in case there was any doubt about that. Luckily I didn't do it too hard or too much, but I was feeling a bit dizzy.

I can't tell Angelina, though. She'll kill me! I mean, we've finally started speaking again; if I tell her what I did she'll never speak to me again. If there were three people left on the planet between her, me, and Umbridge…she'd decide to talk to the toad. Such is the hole I've dug for myself.

Hey guys! It's not that long, but don't worry; next update will not take nearly as long as this. You never know, I have a life of my own and right now I'm focusing on editing my Novel and working on fictionpress stuff. Which you should all check me out there as well. Then again, I'm not responsible for the next update, so of course it'll be quicker. I've been badgering her, but I hope you love this chapter!

And to those who thought we'd given up, gotten bored, or lost our muse…shame on you. Although they won't read it…and I think our muses have been getting a tad to independent.

Moony- You're BACK! Or maybe I am. The decree somethingortheother was Angelina, not me, just to show how annoying the decrees are and how many there are. It's funny, we should probably use the Lexicon's day-by-day calendar…but it's more creatively satisfying to speculate and make up our own time periods for the information we've gleamed. Cannon is so totally not in style. No, not really, that just sounded cool. Fred did not Imperius anyone. Except the one time. I'll leave the Ang questions to Tev. Friendship might be more important, but Ang has her own values, and she wasn't exactly please at the moment.

xXSanji-kunXx- I (QuidditchMoke/Proma) am bold, and Tev's/Tikvah Ariel italics. Ha!

Funnycide- teehee. Thank you for the review

Teahweah- Wow. You have incredibly stamina for this story, probably more than we do. Hypocrisy is awesome though. Luckily, we can still brainstorm for hours. From what I remember it didn't last hours at a time… Glad you like it and I hope you're still bearing with us! Seriously.