I started this on March 17, in case you get all confuzzled.

Top o' the…Whatever time of day it is to yah! xD Being Irish, this is one of my favorite holidays…And so…I'm finally updating after all this time. I had a humungo evil History paper to write, and…it was evil. But, in 20 minutes, I will turn it in and be rid of its evil evilness forever! Bwahaha. Seriously though, I've hardly had any time for anything since that evil paper was so evilly assigned. But it's all cool now.

Tra-la-la! I turned the evil paper in to the teacher and now I await an evil grade. Nervous? No, not really, I'm a fair writer (well, of course I like writing, why else would I be on this website!)

You might notice some changes in this chapter. For one, I'm going to try tomake it longer. By a long shot. For two, I recently discovered how to edit a document after I've uploaded it, so there should be fewer Syntax errors. After all, I am human and these gawdawful school computer keyboards are sticky as Hell. Is Hell sticky? Ever notice how it can be as hot as Hell, or as cold as Hell? Hell seems to be a lot of things at once…and I'm rambling again…

Brianne Means Strong, Chapter 13

Molly walked slowly to Care of Magical Creatures, in hopes of intercepting Neville as he came down from the Seventh floor. Even if he hadn't figured out that she liked him, she just enjoyed being around him.

"Hi Neville!" she said brightly as he stumbled down the stairs, half-asleep.

He yawned widely. "Why are you so perky?"

"Well, I dunno, really, I got to bed early last night, I guess."

"I only wish I had as much luck as you. I couldn't sleep forever! I have a Divinations test after lunch. And I don't think I'm going to do well, either."

"You have to have some confidence. Besides, Trelawney's tests are easy. Just predict some gruesome deaths, misfortunes, and other bad omens, and she'll ace you!"

"How do you know all this stuff already?"

"Eh, my brother—I mean I've taken a few of her tests already. To be accepted into the school so late, you know? And I got troll on the one I made predictions that I thought I actually saw, and then she told me I would die and didn't really let up on it, and the next test I followed her lead and aced it. Divination isn't that hard, once you've figured out the teacher. I mean, she's a big fake anyway. Sorry I talked your ear off." Molly turned red. She had a tendency to talk a lot when she lied. And she talked a lot, considering her own identity was a lie.

"No, that's fine. Let's go down to Magical Creatures, I hear we are doing something with Puffskiens. Ever had one before?"

"No, I think they are only native to Britain and Ireland, not America," Wow, that lie came really easily, Molly thought uncomfortably.

"Oh, I had one when I was a little kid, but I fed it too often and it died."

Molly couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not funny!" Neville said, trying in vain not to laugh. "That moment scarred me for the rest of my life!"

"I'm sorry, it's just so funny. I've never really heard of something dying because it got fed too much,"

"Shut up," he said sarcastically.

Molly stuck out her tongue.

"Now, I suppose yeh've all had Puffskiens before," Hagrid began as most people nodded their heads.

"So, what I'm goin' to teach yeh isn't all that new, but it's required curric'lum this year, what with the Min'stry crackin' down on Hogwarts an' all." There was a murmur of agreement through the crowd, mostly Gryffindors.

"Now, Puffskiens need ter be fed three times a day…" Molly burst into a fit of silent giggles. She nudged Neville.

"Psst. How many times a day did you feed it?"

"Seven." He said meakly. She put her elbow on his shoulder. It was all Molly could do to keep from collapsing from laughter. Oddly, she wasn't nervous about touching him.

Later, Molly was sitting in the library pouring over Transfiguration homework. Ernie MacMillan strolled in.

"Hello there Molly. Right cheerful day," He said. His voice annoyed the crap out of her, but he was a nice kid.

"Hello, Ernie." Molly said. She closed her book and put it in her bag. This was going to be a while, considering his long-windedness (A/N too bad if that's not a word, it is now).

"Right cheerful day," he said again.

"Uh, so you said."

"Would you like to take a stroll down to the lake with me?"

"Come again?"

"Would you like to take a stroll down to the Lake with me?"

"Er…I guess."

"Brilliant!"

Molly pushed back from the table, stood up, and stretched. They walked down to the Lake, Ernie trying to make small talk, and Molly trying twice as hard to keep up her end of the conversation. He was so clumsy, and Molly noticed he stumbled over his words a lot.

"Molly, do you, would you like to, you know…go to Hogsmeade with me this February?"

"Well, I'm going with Neville, but I suppose the three of us could go. As friends," she added. Molly herself couldn't figure out what he was getting at.

"Well, I meant, as, to go alone. With you. On…a date."

Molly almost choked on her words.

"A date?"

"Well, yeah…"

Molly was not good at this stuff.

"Er…" She remembered how much she wanted to go with Neville, to get some alone time with him. She had realized by now whatErnie meant.

"We don't have to…kiss or anything." Ernie turned bright red, and Molly almost had to slap herself to keep from laughing.

"Sounds good, I guess."

"Great! I have to go to Potions now, but I'll speak with you later?"

"Yeah."

"Righteo! February 14th it is then!" Ernie walked away.

Molly's heart skipped a beat. February 14th? Valentines Day? She had a chance to go to Hogsmeade with Neville on Valentines Day, and she threw it away? What was wrong with her?