Oh My Gosh- Have I mentioned how much I love my reviewers? I have?

Mr. Nozzers, you totally made my day. Kudos to you! I would give you a hug, if it were possibly to do that through a computer. But it's not. Which sucks. .

Same to you Anamaga. And you've even made me a favourite author. AND commented on my other story (which, when I read, I totally floated, I loved you so much).

I may not have many reviewers, but the ones I have are the most awesome people in the world.

Anyway…

"Katie, you ready for the Cream tarts?"

"George, you've asked me that five times. Need I remind you of the 54 other pranks I've pulled with you?"

"You've kept count! I'm tearing up here."

And then George kinda half-hugged me (which would be a one armed hug, not a 'I-don't-really-want-to-hug-you' hug) and smiled. "You're backing up Katie remember- do it well!"

And then I kinda blushed. Blushed? I shouldn't be blushing. It's a freaking hug. Get over it Spinnet.

But, in case you couldn't figure out what we were doing, and I completely wouldn't blame you for it because I haven't been very clear with it, I'll fill you in.

See, our Gryffindor captain, our dear Gryffindor captain, was being a hypocrite. And again, we couldn't let that happen.

So it was time to get a bit of payback. Fred and George were going to stumble in, arms full with food (like they always do), and give me and Katie a plate of cream tarts, one of them being charmed to that it'll quickly turn someone into a canary, then back. Canary creams or something. I have absolutely no idea how, and whenever I ask the twins about it they shrug and say 'maybe you'll find out one day'.

But that's beside the point. Anyway, since Katie's the most manipulative of us, she goes over and convinces Oliver to take the Canary cream, and I'm right behind her eating a regular tart so he thinks they're fine.

Or something along those lines.

Either way, it's going to be bloody brilliant. And it'll give him the quick scare he needs after setting double standards.

'Course, it'll also mean we run 10 more laps at practices. But right now, that doesn't sound so bad.

"Alicia!" Katie was hissing at me.

"Hmm?"

"It's time."

And with that, she pointed towards the exit of the Gryffindor common room, where incoming (I know, exit, incoming- ignore it) were two red head twins and one dread-locked boy, arms filled with food.

As George (who seemed to have take complete control of this) handed the plate of creams he had to me, while pointing out to Katie and me which one was charmed.

"Oh Oliver!"

And Katie went at it, convincing him to try one ('It's not like your physique is going to be ruined because you have one thing! I mean, can you honestly get fat from a cream tart?'), I stood there obiediently, cream in hand, staring at it, and trying to spot any differences between this one and the one Oliver was about to bite into.

I didn't see any. Kudos to the twins.

The following moment was absolutely priceless. There stood our captain, eating, when -poof- there stood a large canary, then feathers started dropping, and there stood Oliver again.

"T-that. Was. FANTASTIC!" I was laughing like an idiot, something George was quick to point out to me.

"You're laughing like an idiot."

I would have hit him, but I was doubled over.

Everyone else was the same, and I even saw Angelina wipe a tear from her eye.

Life was good- until I bit into mine.

It was the strangest sensation- first, I was kinda squimish, the my body just popped, and I was a canary, and I started… molting, and I was standing there as a human again.

"George?"

He was laughing as hard as I was before.

"You should have seen your face!"

"Yeah, yeah, it looked like a canary. Now George?"

"Yes, Alicia dearest?"

"Run."

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Ten punches later (and after hearing 'I'm sorry!' 26 times), I got tired and decided to leave the party and get some sleep. I mean, it would probably help if I had at least one day this year where I went into class not looking like I've been up for 2 weeks.

So I went to sleep.

Exciting, was it not?

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Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man. Oliver is so mad at us, and I think I'm the only one worried.

For all that I yell at him louder than anyone, and disregard him more than anyone, I think I get the most worried when he's mad.

He totally didn't find the canary thing funny. At all. And we have practice tonight.

We're so dead.

Angelina's currently reading over my shoulder and telling me that if he killed us, he'd have no one to play the game in two weeks. And that he'd miss us.

I'm so sure. He'd miss us like he misses being a canary.

But it would mean he wouldn't have anyone to play… So I am now slightly less worried about whether or not I live through practice.

Good job Angenlina!

Oh, stop looking so smug.

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Since nothing exciting happened this morning at breakfast, or morning classes (though my teachers did call on me more- maybe it's the whole looking awake thing? I mean, I'm starting to look like I'm actually prepared), I'll skip straight to afternoon classes.

And no, nothing exciting happened at lunch either.

How can you spell 'hell' with two words? Double. Potions.

(Don't shudder yet- it gets worse)

The thing about potions isn't that it's a bad subject- in fact, I can whip up a great Confusing Concoction, as I have proved on a few occasions. The bad thing about potions is the teacher.

Not only is he the foulest mannered, greasy haired, ugly git of a teacher, but he also favours the Slytherins so-o-o much that you just want to scream. Our own one-day-I-want-to-kill-you 'Professor' Snape.

And guess what else makes Double Potions on Thursday worse?

That's right. We have it with Slytherin!

And somehow, someway, Snape always manages to put either Ang or me with one of them.

So, as Ang and I were walking to the dungeons that day, we were taking bets as to whether or not it would be me.

"I mean, he's placed me with Warrington twice in a row now, so I figure it has to be you." Was Angelina's theory.

I didn't agree. "Ang, this is the man who is completely lives to make his student's lives a misery. Now, honestly, since this is true, do you believe he sets a pattern? Do you believe he's trying to be predictable? No way. He's completely screwing with us, and you're totally stuck with Warrington again."

"Eww."

"What?"

"You said he's 'screwing with us'. Do you have any idea how wrong that sounds?"