I am dedicating this chapter to Lia06 even though I don't know her because she reviews. Let that be an example to the 273+ people who have read this and not reviewed. I don't own Harry Potter. I own Tasha, Mika, Julsie, Ben, Aubrey Wishelfing, Ahmiella Fishby, Katie's sister Aislinn, Katie's brothers Aiden and Edward and Ivy, James and Angela/Sari/Thomas/Sirius Lupin (Yeah, I haven't decided the gender or name yet.) I don't own Giorgio's Pizza. That is an actual pizza place here in New York.
Dear Angelina, Alicia, Fred, George, Oliver, Mum, Dad, Aislinn, Aiden, Edward, Leanne (Are you really dating Aiden? Ew! No offense or anything, but still…) and other bloody people who are reading this,
I am currently in New York, doing Auror training. I actually told Alicia this. I think. I know Tonks (Nymphadora Tonks) probably sent Mum and Dad a letter, but I figured you'd want to hear it from me. I get time off in the summer, over Easter and Christmas, so I will visit then. Please write. And sorry for not really telling anyone.
-Katie
P.S. Mum how do you feel about me dyeing my hair black with pink streaks?
KATIE SABĖ BELL! HOW DARE YOU RUN OFF LIKE THAT AND NOT TELL ANYONE EXCEPTING ALICIA, MAYBE! HONESTLY, KATIE, I AM EXTREMELY DISAPOINTED IN YOU! I THOUGHT THAT I TAUGHT YOU BETTER THEN THAT, BUT APPARENTLY ALL I SAID WAS LOST ON YOU! AND NO, YOU MAY NOT STREAK YOUR POOR HAIR PINK! DYEING IT IS ONE THING, BUT PINK STREAKS ARE GOING MUCH TOO FAR! Oh yes, Leanne and Aiden got engaged, I expect you'll be hearing from them soon. –Mum (Kaolin)
Dear Mum,
Was it really necessary to send a Howler? Obviously Dad showed you the spell and all and did it for you. Although my friends Julsie and Tasha, and to an extent Rachel, who has green hair, found it funny, the Head of the Auror Office (his name is Aubrey Wishelfing) did not. Apparently it was a "distraction" About my hair, well, I dyed it black, and I streaked it with purple. Before you scream at me again, you never said anything about dying it purple, so there. I love you; dad, Linny, Aiden and Ned, and I hope to see you soon. Bye-
Katie
Dear Katie,
I don't know if Kaolin's already told you, but Aiden and I are engaged and planning to get married in about nine months! I know he's your brother and all, and you think he's "icky" as we did when we both were seven, but I really love him. By the way, you're maid of honor, so you'd better show up!
Lots of Love,
Leanne
Dear Leanne,
Fine, maybe Aiden doesn't suck that much. I just hope you haven't forgotten that time when he stuck a frog and four crickets into your bed. Of course, if you really want revenge I may or may not have stumbled on a certain spell that turns one's skin orange and hair yellow for a day or more, you set the time…. but only if you want it, and of course, Lea, you didn't hear it from me.
As for being maid of honor… I want a dress that is not puce, lime green or any other weird color. In fact, I would like it to be a sort of sage green, sleeveless and strapless, with a corsetty top with silver lacings, and a kind of crumpled looking skirt that isn't all billowy but is kind of staying there. And obviously you value my opinions, Leanne. By the way, there are some totally awesome shops here, so maybe you can come to America for a few days and we can go wedding dress shopping along with Julsie, another Auror in training who's just got engaged.
Tell your mum I say hi, and tell Gwyneth aka sister I like (but not as much as you, obviously) yo. Tell her I'll teach her American slang; even though people in other places exaggerate the amount it's used. People don't go around saying "Yo dawg etc. etc." They just say dude a lot. Only some people overuse it, and then we say they've gone ghetto. The only other thing I think is overused is yo momma jokes. Leanne, don't. ask.
Have fun, ask about the spell,
Katie
Dear Katie,
Yes about the dress, but how about gold instead of silver lacings? Anyway, I'm mad at Aiden because he's being a rude git, so tell me tell me tell me! Linny's going to be a flower girl, tell me if that's okay. I think she's too old, and she herself wanted to be a bridesmaid, but your mum insisted! But in the end, I want Linny to be a bridesmaid and my darling younger sister Juniper, who is six (as if you didn't know) and therefore much more appropriate, age wise. Can I come this weekend for wedding dress shopping? Pleeease?
Leanne almost Bell
P.S. We're going to be sisters!
Leanne- pelealaranjada geelhaar From Katie
Dear Katie,
Hello, this is Gred and Forge. We have been rather upset with your, shall we say, lack of communication. In simple English (because we knew that you would ask), not writing OR telling us that you were going to gallivanting off to America! We are so proud! (Bet you weren't expecting that, right?) So we're not proud, we're mad, because Ange and Leesh would kill us if we honestly said we were happy that you left us all here to fester and rot. Or whatever. Have a Canary Cream. They're good for you. It's been proven.
Fred and George, Owners and Managers of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
P.S. Do you think we have a market over in the good ol' US of A?
Dear the Redheaded Idiots (G, F, it sounds good, I'm not insulting you. So there.).
I am Not with an intended capital n trying ANY of your products. I don't want to be forced to look like James Bond all week while spouting stupid poetry. Ha. So there. (I'm using that phrase a lot, aren't I?) And Canary Creams are proven to be good for pranksters like yourselves and Tonks's husband, dear old Professor Moony, I mean Lupin. (What, Harry never told you? Yes I know about the map you idiots. You left it in the common room once with information on how to use it. So there.) Not poor people like me, random other Weasleys, and all children under eleven. I rest my case.
Katie
Dear Katie-
YOU BLOODY WELL NEVER ANSWERED OUR QUESTION!
To the Redheaded Gits (You've been promoted)
Don't scream. I could tell even though that wasn't a Howler. Sure, there's a market. What do you bloody want to hear? If I told you that there wasn't you would ask why, and it's ONE O'CLOCK IN THE FREAKING MORNING! I've been up all night doing papers for Auror training, and I don't CARE about a market for pranks!
An extremely pissed off Katie
Dear Katie,
Hi, this is Oliver. Since everyone else has been writing you letters I figured that I'd join the trend. Not that I mind writing to you or anything, since you're my friend. (Are you still? I hope so.) Anyway, I'm sure that you already know, since Leanne's asking you on being her maid of honor, but Aiden and her are getting married. For some reason, I'm best man. I guess it's because Aiden and I were in the same year. I don't know. Not that I mind, of course, it just seemed a bit random. Anyway, the Quidditch season is going great, we're top of the league so far. If someone said knock on wood, you would just smack the top of my head several times with extreme amounts of force, so never mind that. I sorry about the things that happened between us when we were both really drunk, and it's not like there were any severe consequences or anything, so it's okay. Write back soon-
Oliver
I was sitting at my kitchen (more like my living room) table, reading over Oliver's letter. Again. The part about severe consequences, well, it's sadly making me laugh. I mean, he's not the one pregnant. He doesn't know I'm pregnant. Although it's not like I'm going to tell him, so I can't really put blame on him in that category. But still. Are we still friends? I guess. What am I going to say? I hate you because you've knocked me up? That is just plain stupid.
Dear Ollie,
Of course we're still friends! About the incident, it's all Alicia's fault, kind of. She was the one who suggested going to the pub! About the severe consequences thing-
This is my chance, don't be an idiot. Don't be a coward.
Of course there aren't any! Except I'd rather have not had you see me bare. But I highly think that you don't remember anything, because I don't really either.
I'm such a coward.
Anyway, I'll write more later, I have to leave for Auror training. Bye.
-Katie
Sometimes I really hate myself.
"Katie? Are you okay? You look pale. And depressed."
Tasha had decided not to Apparate like she normally did, instead coming by way of the door
"I'm fine." I mumbled, dropping my head onto the table. "It's just mood swings, or whatever you call them. Whacked out emotions, if you will."
"Okay," she said, although she didn't look really convinced. "Why don't you tell me about it on the way? We can't Floo because of the incident with Triton last week, so they're holding up Flooing to the Ministry for a bit more, and we so obviously can't Apparate. We're walking."
Tasha hoisted me out of the chair, grabbed a hairbrush that had been lying around nearby, and started pulling it through my hair, hard. When she was done yanking around my beautiful locks, she grabbed my wand, gave it to me, and pulled me out the door. When we were outside on the sidewalk she turned to me.
"Spill," she said, her voice soft. "You look like shit, what happened?"
"Well," I said. "Everyone's been writing me, including him. I got Mum's letter, or Howler, really, first at work, and since then I've gotten letters from Leanne, who's getting married to my brother, Fred and George, and him. So first he says that he's "joining the trend" of writing me letters. Then he says something about us both still being friends. Then he launches into a thing about how he now is Aiden's best man for the wedding, and he doesn't know why. I mean, who else is Aiden going to make best man? My six year old bother Ned? Then he goes into Quidditch- Oliver's always mentioning Quidditch- then it's about how we slept together and he hopes that there weren't any "severe consequences"! I'm bloody pregnant! So then I sit down to write him a letter, and this was my chance to say I'm pregnant, and then I just don't! I'm just such a coward." I finished
"I don't know if I fully agree with your decision, but you are not a coward. I could list all sorts of brave stuff you've done, but that probably would just either embarrass you or make you feel even worse. But Katie, you're not a coward."
I sniffled a little.
"Really?"
As we walked into work a very strange sight greeted Tasha and I. Rachel was running around, screaming and jumping periodically into the air. She was holding something small in her hand, and she kept thrusting it into the air.
Tasha ran forward. "Did you get the tickets?" She asked
"Yep!" Said Rachel. "Six tickets to go to the Quidditch World Cup, hosted in America, and America against France! The Cup's going to be somewhere in Massachusetts on some mountain. And they're box seats!"
"How did you manage to get them?" I asked
"Oh, my brother works in the Department of Quidditch and Quodpot. So I was thinking that Tasha, Mika, Jules, Ally, from school, obviously me and if she wants, Katie can come. Is that okay with you guys?"
Tasha squealed and started jumping up and down, exactly like Rachel was doing. "It's more than okay!"
This was definitely more than enough to get me out of my slump. Tickets to the World Cup! I had gone only once before, to Ireland versus Bulgaria. Obviously I supported Ireland. Hello. I'm Irish. This rocks. More than that, actually. It rules.
Form for Name Change
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Name: Katie Sabe Bell
Date of Birth: June 27, 1979
Name of Mother: Kaolin Aletha Moore
Name of Father: Creere Daniel Bell
Country of Birth: Ireland
Proposed New Name: Rhiannon Kitty Bailar
Date: September 15, 1999
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If anyone has spotted my Star Wars cameos, you rule. If anyone can tell me the meaning of Rhiannon, and what Bailar means in Espanol, then hopefully you'll get my joke. Lia06- there's your Oliver for this chapter.
