Hello, faithful readers- Well, the few of you there are anyway. I get to be excited right now- I'm on people's favourite stories list- me! How awesome is that?

Apology- I would like to apologize to ever reader who has been scared for life by the last few sentences of the last chapter. I didn't mean to hurt anyone, honestly!

Thanks again Anamaga, you're, like, my most faithful reader. And I'm glad you like the chapter. Even if it did slightly scare you.

ILUVmichi, a lot of people (well, two) seemed to… like that line. And I'll see if I want to put the practice in this chapter or the next.

And thank you mr. arlington, for the great comments- Alicia and George have always been my fave pairing, and I needed to make my first good story one of them.

And xtotallyatpeacex (though you reviewed my other story, not this one)- ZOMG! I got a review from the author of Misery Loves Company. That's, like, the best.story.ever. Oh, and thanks for your comments- I'll keep what you've said in mind.

Well, it's about time I get on with the story, isn't it?

Ugh. My body went completely cold- and not because of dementors.

I've just been paired up with Warrington.

Someone gag me.

And if that's not bad enough, I now owe Ang 2 galleons.

You'd really think Warrington would get sick of partnering up with Ang or me, but he seems to get some perverse pleasure out of it. Or at least, that's what I gather because, while working with me, he'll look over at his friends and snicker. A lot.

I swear, I'll yell at him if he keeps it up.

I should probably go work on that potion (damnit- he snickered again!). If Snape's going to try and ruin my life by placing me with scumbags, I won't let him.

----

"Spinnet."

"What now Warrington?"

"Hurry up and pass me the Jobberknoll feathers!"

"We don't need them."

"It's a truth syrum- of course we need them."

"But we're modifying it- and we're going to modify it by removing the Jobberknoll feathers and replacing them with ginger roots."

"Says who?"

"I think it's pretty obvious that I'm saying it."

And stupid Warrington was like that all the time. Joy. I got to be stuck with a pompous moron for double potions.

Can you see the smile on my face? No? Well, that's good, because I can't either.

It was so bad that I'm currently skipping my lunchtime salad to write about it (which Angie and Katie have already screamed at me 3 times for).

Anyway, back to potions.

From the dialog, you can tell we were modifying truth serums. Now, since my damned partner couldn't think of anyway to do it, it all fell back on me. I had read that you could imitate the effect of Jobberknoll feathers by cutting up ginger roots very finely.

Seeing as he couldn't come up with anything better, we were going for that. Or, I was. He didn't seem to notice when I was talking, or when I was working, or when I was yelling at him to get the bloody hell to work.

So was it my fault that, while cutting up said ginger roots, he reached over for them, not knowing they weren't done, and got his finger cut? I think not.

Unfortunately, Snape didn't agree.

"Miss Spinnet, do you make it a habit to cut people's hands when they are trying to complete a potion that you so clearly weren't pulling your weight on?"

Wasn't pulling my weight on? WASN'T PULLING MY WEIGHT ON? I was doing the whole bloody thing!

Fortunately, I didn't tell him this. Instead, I played the 'what-are-you-saying' card, and kept quiet.

Didn't work very well.

"I asked you a question Spinnet."

"If I made a habit of it, this wouldn't be the first time, now would it?"

Crap. That came out wrong.

"15 points from Gryffindor for your insolence. And take Mr. Warrington up to the Hospital Wing to get his finger taken care of."

"But he can go up there himself! It's not like he's unconscious- his fingers cut for crying out loud!"

And I think I yelled that a little too loudly, because that's when Snape started sneering (something that's never a good thing).

"5 more points from Gryffindor. Need I remind you that it is your fault that his finger is in this condition? Now go."

With that, I stormed out, headed for the Hospital Wing.

But apparently I'd forgotten the reason I was going there in the first place. How do I know?

Because the 'reason' caught up with me.

"Y'know, when you're escorting someone somewhere, you usually wait for them." And I nearly laughed at this. Was Warrington, the no good Slytherin waste-of-a-prefect-position schooling me on manners?

Without the energy for a snippy comeback, I just shrugged it off.

"Get bent."

Clever, eh? Clever enough to keep him quiet the rest of the way.

But as soon as we got within 10 feet of Madame Pomphrey, he immediately clutched his finger and started gasping with what I assume he thought sounded like pain.

"What's the matter dear?" Pomphrey came rushing over. "Oh, nasty finger cut."

Oh, give me a break. It's a small, shallow cut that you can heal in a few seconds. Get over it!

And so, as she waved her wand and made the time we spent getting there look absolutely pointless, I was already leaving.

"Spinnet. What did I tell you about waiting?"

Gah. Warrington still thinks I care.

Nothing write-down worthy happened after that (except Warrington making a few pathetic attempts at being superior- none of which worked), and therefore I'll move on to lunch. Because lunch makes everything better.

----

Yeah, so (after skipping my salad to write the last entry) I'm pretty hungry. I mean, can't blame me right? I skipped breakfast.

And so, with the few minutes I have left to eat, I grab a sandwich.

Which makes Angelina uber-happy.

"Oh good! You've been listening! A salad is not a healthy lunch!"

I'm going to choose not to point out that a salad is healthy, and eat my sandwich. Which (haha- sandwich which. Together they sound funny) seems to be the right decision, because Ang is happy for the rest of lunch.

"So, 'Licia…" George says, completely pretending to be sly –something which doesn't work on him-, "How were things with Ickle-Warrington?"

Instead of answering that, I'm going to shove you at him, and have him read that entry.

"And that entry only George. You read any others and I'll hit you."

"Okay, I got it. Now lemme see!"

A/N- Sorry for the awful chapter. I got really uninspired. The next one will have a bunch of quidditch and you'll see how practice turns out, so that should be better, 'kay?