Thanks- to everyone who has reviewed and stuck with me. I swear, even though this week's is short, the next one won't be. I'll make it up to you somehow.

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George Weasley confuses me.

It's a week since my last entry, and things have been pretty quiet. Other than a date for the first Hogsmede weekend (the one after this), I can't name anything exciting, different, or confusing.

Except what George pulled on me, which was all-in-one.

It was Friday, which meant that George and I had Arithmancy (ugh) first class of the day. So we headed out together, and we've just sat down in class when he tosses me a note.

Smooth, eh? Teacher isn't there yet; he's sitting right next to me, yet he sees a reason to pass a note. Meh. I don't try to pretend I understand him.

Hey Alicia, can I ask you something?

You just did.

Oh, haha, clever. Anyway, can I?

Since when do you ask for permission, in a note no less? And you just asked another.

Should I take that as a complicated yes?

You should.

Good. So, you know Hogsmede weekend is coming up, right?

THAT'S your question? I was standing next to you when I read the message board.

Okay, okay, stupid question. Anyway, do you , well, want to go with me?

I always go with you. The whole group goes.

No, that's not what I mean. I mean with just me.

Oh.

Oh? That's all you have to say?

Urr…

Well aren't you monosyllabic today? Come on- you know you want to.

Yeah, I guess…

And that'd be a yes, of course.

Yeah, whatever. Now shuttup, Prof. Vector's here.

And, even thought I was supposed to be listening to the magical properties of the number three, I couldn't help thinking.

I just agreed to go out, on a date, with George Weasley. George Weasley.

What did I just get myself into?

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"And you said yes?"

"I already told you Katie, I did."

"That's great!" Katie squealed that night in the common room. Which would have been less annoying had I not been trying to copy the notes of a Ravenclaw friend who had been paying attention that morning.

"Yeah, yeah. Got an extra quill Angie?"

Angelina nodded quietly and handed me one, looking quite sullen.

"Ang?"

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong hun?"

She took a deep breath, which meant she was about to completely vent her frustrations.

"Well, you've just managed to get a date with George, without wanting it or trying to get it, so basically with no effort whatsoever. Me, I blush whenever Fred gets near me, and he doesn't even see me. How is that fair?"

Mm. Should've seen this coming.

Fortunately, I didn't have to say anything, because Katie broke in.

"Oh, I am so sick of this! It's just like Alicia- you're oblivious to the fact that he likes you! Well that's it."

And she got up, pulled Fred over ('Oww! What the hell?'), and glared at Ang. When she didn't say anything (but what was she supposed to say, at this point none of us knew what she was planning), Katie rolled her eyes and turned her attention to Fred, who was rubbing the spot on his arm where Katie had pulled him.

"Angelina wants to know if you want to go to Hogsmede with her.'

I swear, Angelina's eyes widened to about twice as big as they were before, though I didn't have much time to see it as she buried her face in her hands, muttering things like 'Stupid Katie' and 'Oh my god.'.

Over and over.

"Urr, sure. Tell Angelina I said yes."

And Fred (who seems to be just as falsely smooth as his brother) walked off with that.

The Weasley twins are weird.