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November 3

Dorms

Just when I thought I would have to throw a fit, Umbridge gave me permission to reform the team! Well, actually, I went down to McGonagall and by the forces that be, Umbridge totally caved in. I was so excited that I scheduled a practice tonight, at seven.

I mean, I could tell that I was the only enthusiastic one, but our first match is only three weeks away! If we don't get cracking, we're definitely not going to do as well as I want. Fred was less than pleased. Well, not about the team but about the practice session on such short notice.

"Aw, c'mon Angel. Why can't you wait until tomorrow?" he whined.

We were located in the Great Hall, eating lunch, when I announced the news to the gang. I was sitting next to Fred, who was engaged in the art of mashed potato sculptures. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my soda.

"Because darling, our first match is three weeks away and I'm afraid if we keep putting practice off, we won't be ready. Besides, we were the last house team to get permission to start playing again. I wouldn't be so…frazzled about this ordeal if that cow Umbridge hadn't pulled this stunt in the first place."

Lee chuckled, who was sitting across from me, with Katie on his left side.

"Actually, I think frazzled is an understatement. You're more along the lines of borderline psycho."

Everyone laughed at that, including Fred. Ha, yeah. Thanks a lot.

"Yeah, he's right you know. Almost makes me think that Wood's never even left," Alicia teased.

I scowled at her.

"Oh, thanks a lot Alicia. I really appreciate a few insults over my macaroni and cheese."

George pretended to shed a fat tear, and then put his hands over his heart.

"I think Wood would be very proud of you, Angie. If someone had to assume the role of the overbearing dictator, I'm glad it was you!"

Fred chuckled, and then lazily slung his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him.

"Ok, that's enough. The only person that's allowed to make fun of Angelina, is me."

I shrugged him off, though unable to resist a smile.

"That's what you think."

It was an endearing moment, if I do say so myself. And it got me really thinking. If Fred's so serious about leaving school early, what in the world am I going to do without him?

What are the four of us going to do without those two twins? For so long, it's been the six of us. If they left, it would completely mess up…like…everything. I wonder if George has mentioned their plans to Alicia yet. I'm guessing that Lee already knows more than I do….

Anyway, practice went fairly decent. The weather was absolutely horrible, though. Pouring cats and dogs. The wind was violent enough to blow a house over. Ok, so maybe practice was a total waste of everyone's time. You think I'm going to admit that?

Fred stayed behind and helped me put away the equipment. The ground was an absolute ocean of mud and the bloody git took the extreme pleasure in pushing me into every puddle. We both went inside, taking our time, walking hand in hand, drenched in mud.

"You know, this is so random, but if we ever had kids, can you imagine how…interesting they'd look?" I suddenly pondered.

Fred gazed at me in shock, quite startled.

"Woah there, Angel, wow, I don't think I'm ready for that big of a commitment," he jested.

I socked him in the shoulder, sheepishly smiling. Ok, so yeah, granted it was the oddest remark I'd probably ever said to Fred. But yesterday, Alicia and I couldn't get to sleep because we kept trying to imagine what certain couple's offspring would look like.

And pretty soon, we were laughing so hard that we couldn't keep quiet for two seconds. I mean honestly, can you imagine what would happen if someone like Pansy Parkinson had kids? Those poor children…

"Shut up, you. I wasn't suggesting anything, just thinking, is all."

He flashed me a broad grin.

"Well I for one, think they'd look absolutely gorgeous."

I snorted in amusement.

"Right. With your flaming red hair and my complexion? Yeah, what a knockout that'd be."

He chuckled and kissed me on the cheek, accidentally smearing excess dirt across my face.

"No, more like…my dazzling blue eyes…your complexion, maybe a little lighter…and wavy brown hair…and my winning charm and personality, of course. A real heartbreaker," he fondly theorized.

I had to smile at that. I kissed him back and for a little longer, my hands in his unruly locks, the works. I just love random smooches like that. Honestly, don't you just live for it- knowing that you can just reach over and grab him and kiss him as long as you want, whenever you want?

We had a bit of homework to do before morning, so after retreating to our separate dorms and showering, the both of us headed downstairs in our PJ's, armed with our books and quills. Surprisingly, we managed to get all our work done, with limited er…distractions. Haha.

Yeah, as much of the "tough cookie" I've been branded, I'm really just a hopeless romantic at heart.

November 5

Dorms

Oooh, I got a bit of mail from Oliver today! Tres exciting. The letter says:

Angelina,

Wow, things have certainly changed for the worst since I've left. That Umbridge woman sounds like a nightmare. But the good thing is that the team can still play Quidditich. Smart move on going down to McGonagall. I bet she straightened Umbridge out, right? Things here are all right. Nothing really exciting has been going on but I'm not going to complain.

The team's been having a bit of a winning streak lately and I'm hoping that for the rest of the season, it won't be sheer luck. I'm a firm believer in the fact that luck won't always help win a match. My fellow teammates are really nice. They all know how to have a laugh, yet get serious when the time calls for it. But I think the one person I've really gotten close to, friendship wise, is this bloke named Ewan. He's twenty and a Seeker and went to the Salem Academy of Wizardry and Witchcraft in Massachusetts, in the states.

To answer your last question, no I'm not dating anyone at the moment. I'm kind of keeping my options open, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, how are things going with everyone? The twins still are terrorizing everyone, I bet? I can't believe I'm confessing this, but I actually miss the antics of those two. By the way, I was wondering, are you going to be home this Christmas Break? I'd love it if maybe you and I or the old gang got together. I feel like I haven't seen a familiar face in ages.

Love,

Oliver

Aw, it seems like little Ollie is growing up! Haha.

November 6

Care Of Magical Creatures

A Brief Public Service Announcement
May I just say that boys…are total idiots. Thank you.