Chapter Two

Thursday, September 30th

3.46 PM

Hospital Wing

So far today has been anything but normal.

Let's start at the beginning.

So I wake up perfectly on time, which means exactly not on time according to Angie. I had ten minutes to get ready, so I threw on my favorite 'Walking Dead' (My beyond favorite magical band) t-shirt, my raggedy jeans, and my hair stayed slightly curly (or nappy, whatever you want to call it) even when I tried to magically straighten it, so I just pulled it halfway and was ready to go.

Angelina was a whole different plate of worms. Now I wouldn't call her high maintenance or anything, but everyone else would. Why do I not, you ask? Well because I'm bloody scared of that girl. (But that never leaves this journal)

So while I'm sitting, very bored, on the bed, she's throwing thing after thing out of the closet.

"Why do you care about your outfit if you have your robes on Ang?" Katie asked as she marched through the door and took in the mess.

"Because.." She continued to throw clothes out of the closet, and I laughed as a hot pink bra landed on Hermione as she entered the room. Hermione smirked and threw the bra at me.

I kept in my laughter as I threw the bra at Alicia, but then my laughter exploded as Alicia ducked and the bra flew out the open window.

"Shit!" I whispered, but nonetheless Katie, Hermione and I were practically rolling on the floor with laughter. Angelina didn't notice because her head was enveloped in her current crisis.

"Guys, have you seen my bra?" Angelina asked as she stopped rummaging and turned around. We wiped the smiles off our faces and exchanged guilty glances.

"What color was the bra Ang?" Hermione asked faux innocently.

Angelina eyed us suspiciously. "Hot pink. I need it for the shirt I'm going to wear today."

"Haven't seen it."

"What bra?"

"You must have left it somewhere else."

We all simultaneously made up excuses and looked around.

"Where is it you three? I know it's somewhere here.." She began to search through my drawers.

"Leash if you wanted to wear it all you had to do was-" She didn't finish her sentence because at that exact moment, four boys burst threw the door.

"Yeah dude! We got in!" Fred and George gave each other high fives and grinned like Cheshire cats. Oliver just grinned and shook his head as he laid his most valuable possession (also known as his broom) on the dresser beside him. Lee was already going through Ang's panty drawer, with his broom tucked underneath his arm.

"Ang, aren't you proud of me? I found a way in! Hah!" Fred bounded toward his disheveled girlfriend (who was still giving us the evil eye) and kissed her.

"Man! The pink one isn't here anymoreee." Lee whined as he turned towards us. Hermione giggled loudly and then covered her mouth with her hand. I glared at her and she mouthed 'Sorry!'.

"SO!" I said. Apparently I said it quite loudly because Katie jumped and Lee cursed. I was trying to change the subject, and I guess I got a little excited.

"So..i hope it doesn't rain." I began to search through the room for my flip-flops. I looked up and saw that they were all staring at me like I was nuts.

George was twirling his finger around his head and mouthing 'Crazy.'

"Oh hush George! I was just sayyyinnngg, that I hope it doesn't rain and quidditch gets canceled." I found one flip flop and held it in the air triumphantly.

"Don't worry Leash, it's not going to rain." I looked over at Oliver who was standing by the open window. It was perfectly sunny. I smiled sheepishly and he grinned back.

"Hey girls, did you know that there's a bright pink undergarment on the lawn outside?" George changed the subject abruptly. I have a theory why he changed the subject actually. He was becoming sick with jealousy as he saw Oliver glance at me lovingly, and I at him. It's a masculine thing you know, the whole jealousy property thing. (Which I think is wrong. Women are their own property! Woot!)

Or he could have changed the subject because he thought it was quite odd that there was a bra on the lawn.

PINK BRA? DAMN!

Angelina practically leapt to the window.

"ALICIA STEPHANIE SPINNET!" She roared as she turned slowly around.

"ASS!" Lee yelled loudly as he always did. He had a habit of whenever someone used my whole name, he happened to be there, and he happened to shout, ASS!

"Wait a minute..how do you know that I threw it out the window? I'm always so falsely accused.." I backed up slowly and glared at Katie and Hermione who were pointing at me accusingly.

"Catfight!" Fred yelled excitably.

"One time I read that catfights always end up with naked women." George said, rubbing his hands together and a weirdly crazy glint in his eyes.

"Really?" Oliver asked, his eyes growing wide.

"Nah, but that would be nice, wouldn't it?" George laughed.

"Very nice."

"Wonderful."

"Bloody fantastic."

They all agreed quickly.

"Well guys, I have potions class in five minutes..so I better be on my way! Later!" So that was when I decided to jet out our door. And that's when I discovered that the spell had worked after all.

Do you know what spell I'm talking about? Probably not, but it's the spell where if any male tries to get up the stairs to our dormitory, the stairs automatically become a very, very, steep slide. Well since the boys flew up to our dorm, they thought that the spell hadn't worked.

Well let me tell you one thing. It did work, and when I screamed, George was the first one to reach the door, and he was the first one to grab my arms.

He pulled me right side up easily and we stood at the edge breathless for a minute.

That's when we tottered. So yes, we still fell down the stairs (or slide of death, whatever name you prefer), but I was wrapped in George Weasley's arms, so it didn't matter that I landed first.

Well it didn't matter for a few seconds, but then my wrist started screaming. But I couldn't feel it, because I, Alicia Spinnet, was underneath the Sex God, George Weasley.

I heard some thumps and so I turned my head to see the others getting off the broom sticks and rushing over.

"You okay Leash?" Angelina asked worriedly. Her eyes were wide and I smiled.

I opened my mouth to talk but then realized that George was still on my chest which made it very hard to breath and talk. His eyes were very concerned.

"Bloody Hell George! Gerroff of her!" Katie pushed George off and I suddenly felt air rush through my lungs. I felt slightly delirious and smiled widely.

"I took a tumble! Tumble tumble.." I suddenly saw two George standing over me.

"Two Georges? Two pretttyy Georges.." The two George's exchanged glances.

"I think that she hit her head, we better take her to the hospital wing."

"Minnie? Is that you? Minnie Minny Moe!" I felt strong arms under my head and under my legs. And then I was in the air.

I don't remember much after that. Just waking up in the hospital wing an hour ago with my diary beside me with a note that read, "Madame Pompfrey won't let us come see you, so I thought that you might need company. We'll see you soon Leash. –Mione"

And since then, I've been catching you up on the events of my day. It looked like all I did was hit my head and sprain my wrist. My head's fine and all I have is a knot left from the fall. They fixed my wrist in an instant and there isn't even a bruise left from that.

Hold on, the door just opened and Ang just entered. I'll be back later.

4:18

Alright, now I'll get you up to speed. Angelina walked in and she hugged me immediately.

"I feel so bad Leash!" She explained, her eyes tearing up. This was typical Angelina of course. Whenever something negative happened to someone else because of her, (even if it's hardly her fault at all) she takes a guilt trip.

I laughed. "It's fine Angie. I was wondering, could you tell me what happened after I said, Minnie Minny Moe? Because i have no earthly clue." Angelina wiped her tears away and laughed too.

"Well let's see..Oliver picked you up, and then took you to the hospital wing. We all wanted to stay of course, but Madame Pomfrey kicked us out because we were, "Trouble making rascals." So we left as soon as she told us that you were sleeping and that's all."

I suddenly remembered George. "What about George? Is he alright?" I pulled my still jean clad legs out of the bed covers and scrunched them up to my body.

"Oh he's fine, he has some bruises but you got the brunt of it. He felt terrible about that too, I mean you could tell. He almost snapped off Oliver's head when Ollie picked you up instead of him. Everyone could tell he felt guilty." Angelina pulled her long legs up on the bed and crisscrossed them.

Wait..he felt guilty? He wanted to pick me up? Were they signs that maybe George had thrown his platonic feelings away for me and was ready to stroll off in the sunset with me? Or was it just that he felt guilty for falling on me and making me loony? I guess I'll never know.

"Where are Katie and Hermione?" I asked as I realized that they were M.I.A.

"Oliver made the team go to practice, claiming that you would want them to go, and Hermione got called away by Harry. But I snuck out early of practice because I had 'woman cramps.'" She made quotation marks and giggled.

"Well I wouldn't want the team's failure resting on my back, would I?" I laughed.

"You would never be forgiven!" She laughed again.

"I still can't believe that Oliver came back to teach this year. It's just, I don't know.. strange. 'Cause he was our coach and best friend for all those years, you know? Now he's our quidditch 'Teacher'." I said, sighing.

"He's only two years older than you, and one year older then me, so yeah, its very weird to think that he's our teacher." Angelina smiled and got this dreamy star look in her eyes.

"Your thinking about his arse aren't you Ang?" I threw back my head and let out a howl of laughter.

She looked around like someone was listening in, and while she was blushing, hit me on the shoulder. I grabbed my shoulder where she hit me and laughed again.

"It's okay, I have a look at it every so often too." I told her, leaning in close so no one would hear. She smiled secretly and leaned in closer.

"Well I mean, whose butt am I supposed to look at if I don't look at his? You and I both know that our Weasley's have no definition of butt whatsoever." She leaned back away and giggled.

I nodded vigorously because I agreed. While everything else on George's body needed no improvement, his butt was a BIG (or should I say little) exception. It was literally flat, but I couldn't really say anything. I was 5'3 and my butt was as nonexistent as my height.

"And Oliver's, well his butt is, it's just-" Angelina began and then I added,

"Wow."

She nodded and leaning back on a bed post she sighed.

"It's just, wow."

And that's where I'm going to end for today, I'm being released and I'm in a hurry to get back to my dorm.

-Alicia

A/N- Thanks for the reviews ya'll. It's longer, yay! Sorry this took awhile, but I just got out of school. It'll go faster, I promise, and reviews sure do help!