Welcome back!- I recently realized I've been completely leaving Harry out of the team. Pretend I didn't.

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Book Anaconda in the Rain- I am continuing, partly because I am scared of you, and partly because I love Mac'n'cheese. But honestly, what self-respecting human doesn't? Thanks for the review! (And Katie/Lee? You'll have to keep reading to find out- though it may comfort you to know that I'm a huge fan of the pairing)

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Anywho….

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Ah. I now have a reason as to why my heart fluttered when Oliver left the library last night. And believe me, I am not happy about it in the slightest bit. And neither are my friends. In fact, I'm absolutely certain we're absolutely furious about it.

That man is going to pay.

See, when I felt like I was (ugh) crushing on Wood last night, I was. Ew-w-w.

But so was everyone else on the team. See, Wood slipped us something in the team's drinks (a variation of a love potion), and collectively went around to all of us to make sure it worked. Which it did.

I believe he thinks it was his little prank, an hour lasting love potion.

Literally, after I wrote last night's entry, I followed him. Everywhere. All around the castle. Soon, I noticed everyone else on the team, and they noticed everyone else on the team, and we were all following him, and we all got into a fight over who should have been following him. Then, about five minutes before the potion wore off, Oliver snuck away, and when the potion did wear off we couldn't find him to kill him.

So now, instead of going to breakfast, we're all in the Gryffindor common room plotting.

"I say death. Slow and painful, and involving one giant squid."

Angelina swears she nearly kissed him.

"Death is too nice. I say suffering. Lot's of intense pain."

Katie swears she did kiss him.

"No, if we hurt him we get in trouble-"

"-We need something seeming permanent."

Fred and George have spent the better half of the morning swearing to people they didn't kiss him.

"Okay, how 'bout this. Y'know that red face paint that you used on me last year George? We paint him with that –I dunno how yet, maybe when he's sleeping-, and make him think it's permanent. Then, we take the special stuff it needs to come off, put it in water, and dump it over him."

And it seems I got off easy, with just a bit of staring.

"Genius 'Licia. We knew you had it in you." George is beaming, and I blush a bit (and I'm sure I'm not on any potion this time- what the bloody hell?).

Ang and Katie nod as one. "Tomorrow night then? We can sneak into his room, and paint him while he's sleeping –we all know how heavy Wood sleeps." Katie laughed at Ang saying this, and every one of us had a grin on our face. The number of pranks we had pulled on him in his sleeps was too high to count to.

"Then we can spend the morning convincing him that it'll only come off if we put this special cream on-"

"-Which is true Fred."

"Don't interrupt George, it's rude. Anyway, we say it'll only come off if we put this special cream on, but it has to be mixed in water first."

"Knowing him he'll scream bloody murder for us to mix it and water, and-" I interrupted Katie.

"We put it in the water, then pour it over his head! Wow, I am good at this planning stuff."

Everyone's collectively rolled their eyes at me, and I know I should be offended, but I'm too excited about our payback plan to care.

"Anyway 'Licia, you've got Arithmancy with me now. Let's surprise 'em all and get there early."

With George's statement, our group has shifted away from their spots in the common room, and I've grabbed my books to walk to my first class of the day with George.

See, while Angelina, Fred and Lee (who has just stumbled sleepily down the stairs, barely in time for class) opted to take the easy muggle studies course, George, who had decided he got way too much muggle stuff from his father, and me, who's muggle born anyway, went for Arithmancy.

God I wish I hadn't. Arithmancy is the world's most giant evil. Filled with annoying numbers, and patterns I can't solve, I usually end up staying awake 'till 4 AM finishing it.

Anyway, George and I are now walking to class, and seeing as I'm not very good at writing-and-walking, I'll stop now.

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Hey 'Lic. What's the answer to problem four?

Do you honestly think I know?

No… but you're more likely to know than me.

True enough- but that's not saying much, because you don't know that much in the first place, eh George?

Well, no, but- Hey! Not fair. I'm the one who's supposed to do this to you. Not the other way around. You're stealing my bit!

Get over it George. You know you love me.

Of course. I'm just worried that you're starting to become like me n' Fred n' Lee. And we wouldn't want that.

God no! How 'bout we go back to the old way, where you trick me?

That works. It's so easy to do anyway.

That's more like it. So, you excited for tonight?

Yup. I can just imagine the look he'll have when he sees the colour his hands have turned.

Thought we were doing his face.

Hands too. It'll freak him out.

Well I bet you he'll notice his face first.

Hands.

Face.

Hands.

Face.

Hands!

Face!

How 'bout we make this more interesting then? I bet you 5 sickles that he notices his hands first.

Deal. Hey George?

Yes, dear Alicia, brightness of my eyes?

Shuttup. Think Professor Vector always glares like that when she teaches.

Doubt it. Reckon we should put the note away?

Yup. Talk to you after class.

Okie dokie smokie pokie.

Shuttup.

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"Okay, everyone have their stuff?"

"Katie, we've said five times that we do."

"Don't snip like that at me Lee. I was just checking. And besides, this isn't even "Don't snip like that at me Lee. I was just checking. And besides, this isn't even your revenge anyway."

"Yeah, but you were one of the first to ask me to help."

"Who're you kidding? You volunteered yourself!"

"SHUT UP!" The rest of us collectively screamed at the squabbling pair. Ever since they dated and broke up really badly last year, they'd been doing this a lot.

So, moving on, we were standing outside the staircase to the boy's dorm, preparing to dump red paste on Oliver, and, as we'd told Katie, everything was ready.

"Let's go!" Fred, being the pompous prat he is when it comes to pranks (and I know Ange, who will someday read this when she is married to him –they're totally meant to be, even if only Ange see's that- will be mad at me, so sorry), starts up the staircase.

Grabbing our stuff (which mostly consisted of the face paint and paintbrushes), we followed, everyone suddenly silent, until we reached Oliie's room.

Still silent, we crept in and up to him. We didn't even need to be as quiet as we were. After all, a 9.3 earthquake could happen and he wouldn't wake up.

Then was the fun part. We painted.

And painted.

And painted.

Until his hands were completely bright red, and his face was covered in lovely little patterns (half of which were my doing), none of us talked. With a final design (a heart just above his left eyebrow), Lee grinned.

"Sufficient enough for your payback?"

The Gryffindor team nodded and grinned as one, and we headed out, to bed.

That was last night. I'm now just about to head out to breakfast, hoping we beat Oliver there so we can see him run down there screaming like a lunatic. Which won't be too horribly different than normal.

Ange is pulling at my robes, and so I have to stop writing now, content with the fact that I am not in love with Oliver, and that I'm not in love with anyone else (who will not be named because it's not important), I just enjoy compliments.

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Can't write long. Just recording what happened at breakfast.

We were all sitting at the Gryffindor Table, eating a large portion of very tasty scrambled eggs, when our dear quidditch captain came running in, screaming.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY HANDS?"

Damnit. Seems I owe George 5 sickles.