Hi- Yeah. By now you've read what I need to say (or, you probably have if you've seen my last chapter, which would really help you out when reading the second). Enjoy.
Oh, and just quickly…
hotredhead- I love you I love you I love you! My first reviewer. I for-sure plan to keep writing this, 'cause it's fun. So keep your eyes open, and thanks again DD;
By the way, I meant to do this as a Alicia's Diary, then George's turn thing, but I got complete inspiration for this chapter. So I've changed my mind, and instead I'll write George's separately.
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Oh.My.Gosh. I am going to kill Katie Anne Bell. Slowly and painfully. With a spork. Yes. A spork.
She actually went up to Angelina and asked her if it was true she fancied Fred. And Angelina was absolutely furious.
At me of course. Because I'm the only one who could have told Katie. Just bloody great. Now, in Angelina's 'Unwritten Rules of Best-Friendship', I was never have supposed to have told Katie, because that was supposed to be Angelina's thing to tell, which it was.
So right now she's sitting across the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Which wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't afraid that looks could kill.
As it happens, I am. And she's giving me the iciest stare ever.
Did I mention I was going to kill Katie?
She's apologized to me, like, 50 times, but I need someone to return Angelina's glare at someone, so it's being directed straight at Katie.
Aren't I doing a bloody good job at keeping friendships today?
George, Fred, and Lee seemed to realize how thick the tension was, and were keeping their distance. So it was the quietest breakfast I'd ever gone through.
Oh man, I hope we stop fighting soon.
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Today's first class was (and try not to scream from is thrown over my way. Now, this would be less suprising if my best friend wanted anything to do with me, and my other best frien excitement here), History of Magic. Thank god I had borrowed Ang's notes the other day. Which reminded me- I needed to give them back to her. As soon as she was speaking to me again.
So, I'm sitting there, half-asleep (which is saying something, because usually I'm fully asleep in this class), when a note d was in my year. But, as I'm sure you've figured out, they aren't.
But once I opened it up, I nearly smacked myself for my stupidity. It was from George. Duh. I have other friends!
Hey, pinky, how's it going?
Pinky? What the hell did he mean by that?
What the hell do you mean by that?
Oh, see, when you ask someone 'how's it going', you're interested in how they're feeling, and what's going on with them.
Thanks for that Captain Obvious. That cocky little prat…
I'm perfectly aware of what that phrase means. I believe I was asking about why you were calling me Pinky.
Now I can be obvious too. Fun-n-n.
So I'm assuming you haven't noticed your hair yet?
What the hell was he talking about? I grabbed for my bag, and got out a pocket mirror (which I had kept around ever since second year, when I had a little incident involving Herbology, and an Abyssinian shrivelfig), and looked at my hair.
Which was pink. PINK!
"GEORGE WEASLEY, YOU HAVE 5 SECONDS TO TELL ME YOU DIDN'T DO THIS!"
He grinned at me. "But that would be lying, 'Licia. Lying is bad."
I lunged at him, surprised that no one was holding me back. But it figures- Professor Binns didn't seem to have noticed yet, Angelina wasn't going to have anything to do with me, while Fred and Lee seemed to be quite enjoying me pounding on George.
"You." Punch. "Little." Punch. "Prat!" Punch.
"Oww, Alicia, okay, I'm sorry. Sheesh, for a girl, you've got some arm."
Grinning in triumph, I got off him, sat down, and asked. "So you going to fix my hair Weasley, or am I going to have to hurt you some more?"
He joined in my grinned, and flicked his wand in the air, returning my hair (as I checked 5 seconds later) to it's normal chocolate brown.
"George, how many times do I have to tell you not to mess with my hair?"
"Every time I mess with it, Alicia."
And Binns still hadn't noticed a thing.
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After the morning classes, I figured I'd had enough of Ang's silent treatment, so I wanted to fix it.
What better conversation starter than returning past-borrowed items?
"Hey Ang!" I ran down the stairs towards the Hall for lunch, right behind her. She kept walking.
"Come on Angelina, I want to return your History Notes." She stopped for that and turned around. Score!
Having planned this, I already had the papers in my hands, and gave them to her. She nodded at me and continued walking.
"Angelinaaa!" I quickened my pace to keep up with her. "Please, let me say sorry."
"I trusted you Alicia!" She turned around quickly, and I got out of the way of her flying hair. "Then what did you do? You went and told someone."
At least she was talking?
"I told Katie! You were going to eventually, right?"
Angelina shook her head at me. "That's exactly it. I was going to tell her."
Having no answer to this, I sulked. "Great. We have a fight, and it's something I can't pound George for."
She grinned at this, and I pumped my fist. Progress! She laughed at that, and I chanced a small smile.
"Does that mean you're slightly less mad at me?"
She smiled and hugged me. "Yeah, you stupid git. I'm slightly less mad at you." The hug stopped, and she stepped back. "It was a stupid thing to get mad at you for. And besides, Katie was excited enough for the both of us- it's not like she took it badly."
"My gosh Ang, you should hear yourself. 'Not like she took it badly'- you sound like you have a disease!"
With that, I locked arms with her and dragged her down to where the food was.
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Later that day, or night, actually, Ang, Kates, and me were up in the library studying. Ang and I were sharing our (okay, her) notes about the Anti-Gravity mist charm that we were going to be experimenting with in charms next class, and Katie was writing a foot of information for Snape (excuse me while I shudder) on the results of leaving out hellebore while making the Draught of Peace.
And she was grumbling the whole freaking time.
"Stupid Snape, the greasy haired git, faulting me for a simple mistake."
"Hey Katie, I think you've used that insult before. About 50 times." Angelina noted sarcastically as she copied down something on how defying gravity worked. Katie, unsurprisingly, ignored her.
"I mean, we aren't even supposed to be making these stupid things until fifth year. Do you ever get the feeling Snape hates you?"
"All the time, dear. Why- did you think you were special?"
Lee Jordan and 'the twins' (as I had taking to calling them ever since an odd conversation at lunch) popped up.
"Don't you people have anything better to do than bug us?" I asked, rolling my eyes as George took a seat next to me.
The mentioned twin shrugged. "Not particularly."
"Besides," Fred drawled as he attempted to copy down Angelina's work, something she pulled away from him while turning slightly pink, "We have a message from Ollie."
All of the girls shot up. It was like that frequency that only dogs could here- We heard Olivers name -er, nickname- and immediately though 'Quidditch'.
Noticing our interest, Fred smiled. "He did have something to say about our first practice, but if you're going to be rude…" He got up to leave.
"No!" Angelina, Katie and I jumped at him. "What'd he say?"
"Alright, alright! I know I'm attractive, but hands off girls! First practice is on Sunday at 6."
And it didn't matter that I still had to complete a ton of homework, because Quidditch was coming soon.