A/n: Does anyone know how much I appreciate reviews? They're like finding a chocolate bar under your pillow because someone left it there. Yeah, I know, that was a corny one but I still like reviews and I'm sad to say I hardly got any. And that's probably because my story sucks... which I know it does... but I need your help in making it better by leaving reviews with ideas or something. Like I said before, eternally grateful! Oh and sorry about all the spelling mistakes in the first chapter. Sometimes i type fast and my fingers get all bajooballed...

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Katie's attitude and personality... and who/whatever you don't recognize... but the rest belongs to JK ROWLING! ALL THE POWER TO HER!

Now back to the story-----

Chapter 2:

September 2, laying in my bed... 9:30ish

The evil Oliver Wood! I can't believe him! He's already giving us practice! The season doesn't start until next month. Boy, is he going to pay. I've got classes and a lot of homework. Maybe I'll hide his cup and have o really bad aim. I'm so nice.

It's not nearly a bad as 'Lic, Ang, the twins, and Lee. It's their OWL year. They're loaded with homework all ready. This is going to suck.

This morning we all got our schedules. I was sitting with Ang, who is not a morning person let me tell you, and 'Lic. The twins walked in and handed us the parchment. In spirally letters it said:

Katie Ann Bell

Transfiguration

Double Potions

Care of Magical Creatures

Charms

Lunch

Divination (pointless subject if you ask me)

Defense against the Dark Arts

Then there were the ones that alternated every other day and stuff.

I turned to Ang and said, "How's yours?"

"Damn! Monday's suck!" she yelled getting a 'Miss Johnson!' from McGonagal and chuckles from the other student. Told you she wasn't a morning person, didn't I? "Double Potions and Double History of Magic! Ahh!"

"It's not that bad," Alicia tried to say with encouragement. She's not the best actress, trust me.

I didn't want to be in this conversation, so, thankful that I had until next year until I take my OWLS, I turned to talk to Lee.

"You're heavy," I said to him.

He turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?

"Yeah! You know! Yesterday on the train. I didn't want you to lose your soul because I would have felt bad so I pulled you over. Yeah, you're heavy," I said in one breath, poking him in the shoulder.

"Oh... well you, you have bony legs," Lee said, poking me shoulder. My shoulder! How dare he!

"Oh, it's on now!" I said, poking his shoulder over and over again.

He poked mine the way, so I brought in my secret weapon. My other hand!

"Cheater!" he yelled.

"Am not!" I yelled back. I'm so mature sometimes.

"Are to!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

That got annoying so I shoved him into George who was just happening to be drinking his pumpkin juice. Lets just say it wasn't a pretty result. Boy, was Percy m-a-d.

My first class was Transfiguration. So I went down to McGonagal's class and sat near the middle by one of my room mates. Her name was Debbie. She was pretty nice, but too quiet for her own good.

"Hi, Debbie," I said politely. Yes, I have been practicing my politeness. Cheer!

"Oh, hi Katie," Debbie said.

She's really smart. We should ace this class. Not that I'm dumb I swear. Last year I took some practice OWLs and I aced 'em. Well... O'd them. You know what I mean.

It was awesome. Debbie's really nice. I feel no need to kick her butt. Not that I would... but... yeah.

So I went through the next classes. In my second class of double Potions, I got some points taken away from Gryffindor. It's not my fault that Snape has really good hearing and heard me call him a greasy haired Slytherin git.

He gave me that look. You know. The I'm-your-teacher-and-you'd-better-not-make-fun-of-me-or-I'll-give-you-double-homework look. Honestly, he looked kind of constipated. Yeah, I wasn't paying all that much attention when he gave me that speech. I was day dreaming because he's really boring.

Then I went to lunch and sat with the twins. They were plotting. This should be good.

"And then... you ask her," George said to Fred.

Okay, so maybe they're weren't plotting per say. They were talking. About girls. They were talking about girls. That was awkward. Really, really awkward.

I grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and said, "Who are you talking about?"

"A-" George started. But then he stopped with a grunt. I guess that's because Fred elbowed him in the ribs.

"No one," he said quickly throwing George a look filled with daggers and knives and razor blades. That was oooneee interesting look, let me tell you.

I grinned, "Sure, sure," I said.

Whoa, I never thought I'd live to see the day that Fred and George Weasley liked someone. Okay, maybe I did... because there's no way that they'll end up alone and lonely... Anyway, this is going to be fun.

"So Katie," Fred said, looking over at me. He had that Weasley grin. Oh, that stupid grin. It means he's up to something. And he said my name. Boy, I might have to kick his butt!

"Fred?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. Yeah, I've finally mastered the whole raising one eyebrow skill. It took me three long years and I've finally got it. Like right now, I'm raising an eyebrow because it feels that good.

"We need your help," he said. Boy was I shocked, I never would have expected the Weasley twins, the infamous Weasley twins, to ask me, the stubborn, butt-kicking Katie Ann Bell, for help. SO I wasn't all that surprised when my jaw dropped.

"My help?" I asked in awe, looking over my shoulder to make sure that there was no one there who had the same name as me.

"No," George said sarcastically. "The Katie Bell behind you."

"Very funny," I said. I already checked. Well you can't expect me to believe them! Sheesh. It was quiet for a second. That's rare with the twins. It was the longest, oddest silence since last Christmas when I bought George the cotton filled boxers. It seemed nice at the time! Then it just turned into a gag gift. Boy, I love gag gifts.

"Okay," Fred said in his business like voice. You know, it's the whole, put-me-in-a-suit-and-tie-and-I'm-your-business-man voice. "We need you to go to Hogsmade with us."

That was a shocker. These two are just full of surprises today. I was expecting them to ask for a bucket to dump honey and crushed beetles on Percy again. They'd better do that again soon. I need a restock on embarrassing photos.

"Okay," I said slowly, thinking that it was simple enough. "Wait, why? Why not Alicia? Or Angelina?" Then I looked at Fred who, apparently, really likes his turkey sandwich. "What about Lee?"

They looked at me when I said that. Why would they look at me? Then, they smiled. You know, the Weasley grin. Ah, that drives me crazy. I'm going to have to do some serious butt-kicking.

"Do you two need to get your butts kicked?" I asked them, waving a carrot stick at them. Hey, I've got to eat healthy some time, don't I?

"You kick hard," Fred pointed out. "So there's no need. Your threats hurt enough."

"Right," I said slowly after eating my carrot. "So, how can I be of assistance?"

"Is she not hearing us?" George asked Fred. I'm not slow. I know that need me to come to Hogsmade. But why? That's what I'm asking.

"I know you need me to come to Hogsmade," I said, rolling my eyes. Boy is that a bad habit. Not to self: Stop rolling eyes or I will personally kick my butt. "But why?"

"Sirius Black," they two said together. Do they want to die? Or do they think finding a killer kill dude is fun?

"Excuse me?" I asked. Maybe I'm not hearing this right. I hit my head trying to unclog it. Sometimes that happens, but who cares. "Sirius Black? The killer killer?" Yes, the killer killer is my nickname for him. Yes, I have a nickname for Sirius Black. Once, I watched this muggle TV show, Boy Meets World, and the dude, Eric, was just like Killer Killer and something. It was great.

"And we need stuff for a party," George added in after a few seconds.

"Wait-- what?" I asked, still hitting my head by the way.

"Katie, stop hitting your head," came Ang's voice. She laughed and pulled my arm away. Her hands were cold. Brr.

"It's not my fault! Fred and George want me to-" I started but George covered my mouth with his hand. Apparently they don't want the others to know. So I licked George. Let me tell you, he doesn't taste good. His hand was sweaty. Eww... George sweat.

"Random children," Alicia muttered with a shaky laugh. I heard her in her sleep last night. It was kind of hard not to, actually. She was screaming like crazy. I think Ang chucked her shoe at her. Even if I am a floor down, I can still hear her. She's loud. And she can get vicious.

Once, I stayed up in their dorm, and she almost knocked me out with her alarm clock. I bloacked out for a second. Man, no wonder she's a chaser. Alicia throws really hard.

Anyhoo, George jumped back and gave me a plain look that said 'no'. I don't think they've ever given me a plain look before. Their minds are so... well complex.

"We obviously missed something, 'Lic," Ang said. They were right. And I can't even tell them! Not cool. Oh well, I'll have a secret. Woo!

"You think?" 'Lic asked. I loved her. Even if she is a big worry wart and bruises easily, she can get sarcastic. I have a variety of friends.

We laughed. Even if it wasn't the funniest, it's so rare that we catch her being sarcastic that it's something that we all laugh at.

"Something funny?" came Lee's voice. Apparently he was right behind me. Wasn't expecting that one. Especially when he shoved me over into some poor little first year. I think they're getting smaller... I was defiantly not that small in my first year. But the little one was so cute! Especially when he whimpered and called me 'ma'am'. But then I kind of felt bad... Lee still shoved me though, so I retaliated by stuffing a carrot up his nose.

They all kind of started at me until Lee sneezed. The carrot shot out and hit Harry on his forehead. Poor Harry... spells to the forehead, carrots to the forehead. What a nice life he must have.

"Sorry Harry," Lee said with a laugh.

"It's okay," Harry said, rubbing his forehead.

I wanted to go see how Harry's forehead was, but that darn Oliver Wood gave us practice. I could barely stop to breath and he would yell at me, so there as no way that I could even talk.

Lee came to watch the practice. He. Brought. Chocolate. Cake. Just to rub it in, he brought cake from the kitchens. Boy, was I tempted to go down there, grab the cake, and fly into the air with it and not come down until I was done, maybe chucking some at Wood for his bloody practices. He would have killed me though. Evil man works us to the bone.