Hello, everyone! I apologise for taking a bit long with this update. Exams are coming up, so it's 'sit down and study or else' time, courtesy of my parental units. I hate exams.
Oh yeah, domschica said that Alicia swore a lot in this. Does she? I never noticed. In Australia (where I come from), swearing is no big deal. Words like 'bugger' although their meanings are rather awful, are not regarded as bad and are used in common language. So that's why I haven't noticed any major bad language in this. I'll try to keep it down to just a few 'damns' here and there where appropriate.
As for the reviews, wow! This has got to be my best fanfic so far in terms or Audience Appreciation. No one's ever told me that my fanfic was the best they'd ever read before- until now! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2:00 a.m
My dorm.
Guess it's still November 1.
Oh wait, it's not.
I really don't want to be writing right now. Trust me, if I had to choose between writing and sleep, I'd choose sleep.
So why am I writing? Because of my stupid cat, Wilhelmina.
I woke up a few minutes ago because I was thirsty, so, naturally, I got out of bed to get a drink of water from the bathroom, leaving Wilhelmina fast asleep on the foot of my bed, or so I thought.
Big mistake.
I came out the bathroom to find that the bloody animal had shifted across the bed and now occupied my entire pillow.
You could say that I could have just moved her, but you obviously don't realise how extremely large and fat she is, no matter what my mother says about her being merely very fluffy. And, as anyone who owns a cat knows, once a cat has decided to sit, she sits.
So here I am in a chair, feeeeeeeeling... veeeeeeery.... sleeeeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.....
Breakfast, a couple of days later.
See, I knew the date thing wouldn't last.
Everyone is jumpy like there's a school wide caffeine addiction. Why? Because the champions for the Triwizard Tournament are being announced today, that's why!
I hope its Angie!
I'm writing this halfway under the table, and I can see Katie doing the same thing. After all, this is something worth reporting live.
6:30 p.m
Common Room
By the God of Quidditch and pink marshmallows, how could this ever happen to us?
FLEUR DELACOUR IS THE BEAUXBATONS CHAMPION!!!!!!
You see how I was in too much shock to write at the time.
The boys are smitten with her. Her Beauxbatons colleagues adore her. We don't get noticed. The world is coming to an end.
Needless to say, Angelina is not our champion. Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff is. Oh, and Harry Potter, though no one knows how he got there, as he's a Fourth Year.
Angel's disappointed that she didn't get in. She didn't shed tears or look depressed, because Angelina doesn't do that, but Katie and I know her well. We know that she's upset.
We gave her an entire box of Chocolate Frogs to cheer her up, because that's what best friends do.
1:00 a.m
My dorm.
No, this time Wilhelmina hasn't taken over my pillow.
Once again, I'm very tired, but this is too important to leave lying till the morning.
You see, we Chaser girls held a bit of a discussion. We have decided to act.
After all, just because a part Veela happens to be running amuck inside the school doesn't mean we don't have an equal right to try and snag our favourite piece of eye candy.
But first, we must get rid of the competition.
Women of Hogwarts, it is time to unite.