"Katie, wake up!" two voices chorused.
"What do you two want?" I demanded of the twin red heads at the foot of my bed, I glanced at the window only to discover that it was pitch black outside.
"Oliver is going to have a quick try-out for reserve Seeker today and he's going to make us go." Fred informed me.
"Well thank you Captain Obvious," I muttered.
"Since I choose to ignore that little remark," George started, "We need your help with getting something for Harry."
"What do you want to get?" I asked, suddenly very interested. When Fred and George got gifts for people there was sure to be some laughter.
"A toilet seat!" The twins chorused.
"Are you mad?" I asked.
"Well, possibly, but that's beside the point," Fred sighed, "We don't want to get him just any toilet seat."
"Are you going to get him a golden toilet seat then?" I asked sarcastically. I had just realized that I had only gotten three hours of sleep due to my midnight meeting with McGonagall and getting locked out of the Common Room because the fat lady happened to be off visiting someone.
"Don't be stupid Katie, that involves money," George replied having taken my sarcasm literally.
"We're going to get him Moaning Myrtle's toilet seat!" Fred exclaimed.
"You're doing what?" I sat up in bed and pointed to the door shouting, "Go, I'll be down in a second!"
The Weasley Twins hustled out of the room. I wondered briefly how they had gotten into the girls' dormitories in the first place. After all, Oliver had needed to get special permission from McGonagall to come up when he called an early morning Quidditch practice otherwise the stairs would turn into a slide. Then I remembered that I was talking about Fred and George here. I quickly finished dressing and sprinted out to the stairs.
Apparently they hadn't bothered to go down the same way they had come up because the stairs were now a slide. Unfortunately they decided to change back into stairs when I had gotten halfway down.
"Bloody Hell!" I exclaimed as I found myself sliding down stairs instead of a slide.
"You couldn't walk down them like a normal person?" George asked, laughing at me as I plopped onto the floor at the bottom of the stairs.
"Of course not," I replied happily, "that's boring!"
"So," Fred asked, "You'll help?"
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
I was eager to get back at Myrtle after an unfortunate event last year in which she flew into the stall that I was in and started crying so much that I been forced to swim out of the bathroom.
"All we need you to do…"
I ran into the bathroom crying my head off. My eyes were red and puffy thanks to a handy spell I had used and tears were literally pouring out of my eyes.
"Oh, dear," Moaning Myrtle said gloomily as she floated out of her U-bend to see why I was crying, "What have they done to you?"
"Well there are two of them," I sobbed, "Fred and George. I went to ask Fred very nicely what our homework was for Transfiguration, you know, and he just ignored me. Then George called me a bitch and said to get out of his sight or he'd hex me all the way to the United States. I was so upset that I started crying and then Fred turned around and told me that only bitches cry and the fact that I was crying proved I was a bitch and then they chased me all the way down the hall shouting 'Bell is a bitch!' So I did the only thing I could, I ran in here."
"Poor dear," Moaning Myrtle said, rather happily for being who she was. I prayed that she didn't know too much about the twins and me because then she spot the flaw in my story, the fact that Fred and I weren't in the same year so wouldn't have the same homework.
"There's the bitch we were hunting!" Fred cried as he threw open the door to the bathroom.
"Get her, before she gets away!" George bellowed as he tackled me full force.
I saw Fred sneaking behind Myrtle with a screwdriver out as George and I wrestled on the floor and Myrtle watched eagerly.
"Kick him," Myrtle called to me encouragingly, "Get him where it'll hurt!"
I struggled to make out 'fight' look realistic without hurting George, too badly. Fred came out with the toilet seat triumphantly clutched in his hand and ran out of the bathroom. I faked a punch at George and muttered a spell that would make it look like his nose was bleeding. He ran out of the bathroom clutching his nose and I chased both of them screaming, "I'll get you," at the top of my lungs.
We stopped running a floor up and I muttered the counter-spell so that George's nose stopped bleeding and then fixed my eyes to their normal state.
"Let me see!" I exclaimed and Fred held out Myrtle's toilet seat. "It's a little dirty."
"A little," Fred exclaimed, "it's downright disgusting!"
"I agree, it is rather repulsive looking," George chimed in.
"Well, hand it to me and I'll fix it." I commanded as I relieved Fred of the toilet seat.
I pointed my wand at it and muttered 'scourgify' several times to clean it. Then I decided that the seat could use some paint so I covered it in blue paint with little images of a Gryffindor Quidditch robe clad Seeker chasing the snitch. I was quite proud of my work and flipped the seat over and wrote in black on the back, 'property of Moaning Myrtle, knicked by Fred and George Weasley and Katie Bell.'
"Nice touch," Fred commented admiringly as George and I beamed triumphantly at the knicked toilet seat.
All of a sudden a horrible wailing was heard from downstairs in the general vicinity of Myrtle's bathroom. I looked at the twins who nodded and we sprinted off to the Common Room to escape the mad ghost.
"What's that?" Alicia asked repulsed as we collapsed onto the couch in the Common Room.
"Moaning Myrtle's" I panted.
"Toilet seat," George added.
"For Harry," Fred finished breathlessly.
"Why would Harry want that?" Alicia asked, disgusted as Angelina laughed.
"Why wouldn't he?" I retorted, "It's all pretty now. See, I charmed it." I proudly held out the seat for her inspection.
"Yes, I do think it looks a little better now," Alicia drawled.
"You wouldn't get it," Fred explained, "It's an inside joke with my sister that Harry heard. He'll get it."
"Why would Ginny want a toilet seat?"
"Just forget it, Alicia," I sighed, "You won't understand."
"Fine," Alicia said, "Leave that toilet seat up here and let's go to breakfast. You can give it to Harry before the reserve Seeker try-outs."
"Sounds good," I agreed.
"Why is Oliver even trying to find a replacement?" Fred asked as George took the toilet seat up to his Dormitory, "We'll never win with Harry unconscious in the Hospital wing."
"It's Oliver," I replied, figuring that was enough of an answer, "We should just forfeit but Oliver says we have to 'fly our best and maybe we won't lose as badly'."
"Of course we're not going to go down without trying," Oliver said from behind me, "It's not the Gryffindor way. With all of us being brave, forfeit would be cowardly."
"Whatever you say Ollie," I said, figuring it was better to agree with him now rather then drawing out the conversation.
"Katie?" Alicia asked.
"What?" I replied.
"You never answered my question last night," she accused, "Did your parents adopt Harry? You said that he was your adopted brother."
"No Alicia, my parents didn't adopt Harry."
"But you said…"
"Alicia, don't worry about it." I replied as the others laughed.
"All right, but I still don't see how he can be your 'adopted brother' if your parents didn't adopt him!"
AN/ Sorry to you who were confused by the 'adopted brother' part. All that is Katie thinking of Harry as her 'adopted brother'. Don't worry about it, it's not important or anything. If you're still confused and it reallly bothers you, then tell me and I'll try to explian it better.
Who knew there were so many 'Alicias' out there. JK, Alicia isn't really that ditzy, just a little bit sometimes...and I don't think you guys are ditzy either well... JK,no I really don't think you are ditzy!
Anyways, I promise that Quidditch will be in the NEXT chapter! I promise! If it's not then you can boycott reviewing until it gets put in! Now, please be nice and review!
Love From,
MotherCrumpet