A/n: Whoot! It didn't take me three months to post another chapter! You all should be proud. I know I am! It took a lot of nagging from Coral for the last chapter… so YAY FOR CORAL! Hopefully the story is good…. I don't know because I'm the one writing it and I personally think its crap…. Well… not crap but not as good as the rest. So anyway I'm going to stop rambling and on with the story? Yeah, sure.

Disclaimer: I own my hoodie and that's about it.

The Crazy Life

Chapter 4

Friday, September 18th, Divination (A/n: sorry.. I think its Friday. Just go with it because I completely forgot)

I'm sitting in Divination right now. Man, why'd I sign up for this class in the first place? It sucks! Seriously, it's so boring. It's boring with a passion! It's boring to the extreme! Good thing I have Angelina in my class or I might die. …Then again… I forced her to sign up for this class. Damn me and my persuasive ways.

"Now look into you orbs and tell me what you see," Trelawny said with her mystical voice. Man, I hate that voice, it's so fake and annoying!

I looked over to Ang and we both rolled out eyes. Honestly, we're hopeless in this class. I can't wait until I can drop it.

Then, we both looked over into our crystal balls. I saw nothing. Is that possible? Apparently it is because all I see is fog. Maybe we're going to get a lot of fog tonight. Who knows?

"See anything?" I asked Ang with no enthusiasm what so ever.

"What do you bloody think?" she snapped back. "Wow. Sorry. I was almost asleep. You know how I get when I wake up."

"Yeah, I see nothing at all," I commented. "Except for fog… and something that looks like a raison, down by your foot."

I don't know if I mentioned this but I am really, really scared of bugs. When I was seven my cousin Joey put a bug on my hand and I thought it was a peanut. Then it started moving. I was about to eat the peanut too because I really like peanuts. I absolutely adored them! I started crying (hey, I was only seven) and kicked Joey in the shins. The bug went flying and landed on my head and I cried more. From that moment on I absolutely would not touch any bug at any time. Not even a ladybug. Shiver.

Ang laughed. She picked up what I thought was a raisin and put it on the table in front of me. "Katie," she started in a sing song voice, "it's not a raisin."

I jumped up so bloody fast, knocking over my table, the bug, and the crystal ball.

"EW! EW!" I shouted. That sounds really lame but it really happened. I swear, when I see bugs I'm traumatized. I hate being afraid of bugs. One day, I will conquer them!

So anyway, Angelina is here trying to calm me down, but she's also laughing her bloody head off. Way to be a friend Ang.

"Katie, Katie calm down," she laughs. "It was just an aunt! Just a little aunt!"

"I hate bugs!" I shout, still dancing around.

"Katie!" Ang said, grabbing my wrist. "Don't worry, I killed the bug."

I stopped suddenly. I have no idea what caused the sudden mood change but I said, "Ang! You killed it! One of God's living creatures! What'd wrong with you?"

"You make no sense, child!" Ang said, picking up my table and stuff.

The whole class just pretty much sat there in awe and Professor Trelawny said, "I saw that coming. But I couldn't stand in the way of fate." She smiled nervously.

We just kind of stared at her as the bell rang and Angelina and me walked out.

"Well, that was a very interesting class," Ang said to me as we were going down the stairs.

"I hate bugs," I said with a shiver. We laughed and I left her to meet up with Fred and the two of us walked to Defense against the Dark Arts. But I've got to go because this class is my favorite.

The Common Room, just after class

Wow. Fred and me just had the strangest note in all history of notes. We were sitting in Divination and… well… I'll paste it in here.

(I'm regular; Fred's bold by the way.)

Dear Madame,

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for some of the things I said to you the other night at the local disco. I understand that it is no excuse, but I'd had a couple of tequila slammers, and am embarrassed to say that I let myself down, and made a right fool of myself in front of you and your mates.

I really didn't mean to call you a tart, in public and regret then involving your ex-boyfriend in my ill advised rant. I hope that we can put this whole incident behind us, because I actually think you're OK, and wouldn't want one silly evening to effect my career prospects with you.

Please accept my sincere apologies, and my assurances that this will never never ever happen again, and I beg that we can just forget about this whole evening and pretend it never happened.

Cheers,

Fred

Fred, what the hell?

I was bored. All we're doing is taking notes.

Fred… what the hell?

Don't you like it?

Did you just imply that I was a tart?

No?

I was bored?

You're weird, Weasley.

Yeah… but I'm much better looking than George.

Fred?

Hmm…?

Oh, never mind.

Yeah, my DADA class is weird when all we do is take notes. Sheesh.

Under the dinner table… about 5 minutes before dinner actually starts.

I'm guessing you're trying to figure out why the hell I'm under the Gryffindor House table. Well, so am I. It's been a long day. See Fred, George, and me are hiding from Oliver. His first class just happened to be Potions and Snape just happened to be having an extremely bad day today. Now, I'm not so sure how I'm the one who got stuck hiding underneath the table five minutes before the stampede of students comes in, but I did. Fred and George and inside some suits of armor somewhere.

Now, Oliver got on Snape's bad side and he gave him detention tonight from five to seven which means Quidditch practice is cancelled. But we're still having that party thing because I didn't get mini-mum on my shoulder for nothing, you know!

Oh shizzle! I see Oliver's feet! He's coming this way!

"I hate Snape. He can stick his freaking head in boiling… something poisonous. Yeah," Oliver was saying to himself as he sat down, just two feet from where I was sitting.

I tried, quietly, to crawl past his leg and to the other end of the table so that I could make a break for the door. Unfortunately, my knee slipped and landed on his foot. I should have known! When you hide under the table you always get caught! It's like a law or something. Now, I'm depressed. Oh well!

"What the-?" he started but I popped up on the other side of the table. Hey, I've got to leave a good amount of space between the two of us. Who knows, he might ambush me.

"Hey Oliver!" I said in a-would be happy voice if I hadn't been scared out of my mind. You see, on my "List of Most Feared Things" Oliver is number one and bugs is number 2. So right now there needs to be some space between me and Oliver.

"Erm, Katie?" he asked, putting some mashed potatoes on his plate.

"Yes?" I asked innocently. Well, as innocently as I could. Hey, I'm still a little annoying, short person you know.

"Why were you under the table?" he asked, raising and eyebrow.

On snap. I have to think of something quick! I dropped my fork? No, there's none on the table yet. I lost my contact! That's it! "I um… dropped my contact!" Whoops. There was a little too much eagerness in my voice. Whoops.

"Katie, you don't wear contacts. Remember, you got your eyes fixed by Pomfrey last year?" Oliver said to me. Damn, he's not supposed to be that smart. Or, at least remember that much.

"Oh, well, I just didn't want to sound stupid. I'm playing hide and seek with Fred and George. Can't find those two anywhere!" I said. Ah man, why'd I say that? Oh well, I like that game.

"So you looked… under the table?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Jeez, how many people have mastered that skill?

"Yes?"

"Katie! How could I have chosen a chaser with so little common sense! Everyone knows if you're under the table you'll get caught!"

"Really?" I asked sarcastically. "It's not like I just got caught or anything."

"Haha, yeah," Oliver said and the silver wear and plates came onto the table. Well, the silver wear. More food came out and I put some one my plate, too. Yum, chicken.

"So what are you doing in your detention with Snape?" I asked. Why'd I ask? Now he's going to start this huge food fight thing and it'll be my entire fault. Cool.

He glanced up at me and said, "Scrubbing the vials. It'll probably be something that if you inhale it you'll die or something."

"Wear a mask," I supply dully. I can be so great sometimes.

I could see him as he rolled his eyes. But I ignored it because Lee sat next to me. He's coming tonight. We told him we need him to keep score because 'Lic will forget, Ang won't care, the twins will cheat, I won't do it, and Oliver's just Oliver. Oh yeah! Harry. Whoops. I forgot about him. Er… we just don't want him to keep score? We're bringing more people who know about it but we had to have them swear that they'd keep the secret.

"Hey, Katie," he said, putting food on his plate.

"Hello, Lee," I said. "Haven't talked to you in a while."

"I've been busy," he said dully, eating a carrot. I laughed. Stupid carrots. Poor Harry. Anyway, he gave me a weird look.

"Never mind," I muttered. Wow, now it's really quiet. So I'm eating my dinner and – Hey! It's Fred! And George! And. wait… George has his arm around… wait a minute. The confusion is kicking in.

"Psst!" I said to Lee. "Hey, why's Georgio's arm around Alicia? People are going to start talking."

"It could be that they've been going out for about a week now," Lee suggested, eating something that looked like the tossed-your-cookies puddle.

"Wait… why didn't I know about this?" I asked, completely baffled.

"You didn't ask?" Lee said with a shrug. Hmm. I see his point.

Oliver looked up. The news startled him. "No," he said as George and Alicia sat down next to each other. They looked up, skeptically, at him. "I won't allow it." They both raised an eyebrow.

Hmm…. Now that I think of it, they are cute together.

"What do you mean you won't allow it?" George asked. My friend Liz would love this. She's American and loves the whole British accent thing. Yeah, weird, I know. We don't have the accent…. They do.

"No interdating on my team…. Or other teams now that I think about it," Oliver said. Boy, he was sure picky. I'll do a favor for the new couple and shut him up.

"Oliver," I said. "Do you need a butt-kicking? Because I'm not charging anymore. They're completely free."

He rolled his eyes and walked off. My guess was to his detention.

"Don't worry guys," I said, looking at George and Alicia. "He's just mad because he has his detention with Snape, the grease ball." The two nodded as Angelina sat down next to me. "Hey, Ang," I said to her. "Oh yeah! Fred. George! How'd you guys get out of those suits of armor?"

The twins grinned. That can't be good.

"Charms is a good class, my dear Katie," Fred said. Oh boy.

"That'd all we're saying," George finished. I don't want to know. But I'll probably find out anyway.

After the Party- About 11

The party was awesome. Definitely one of the best. Me, Fred, and George all went down to the Team Room at about 7:30 to go and set up. We put up balloons with Oliver's face on them (They were for "popping purposes" according to Fred), and there was cake, yes cake, and all this candy, and pranks. Yeah, definitely a great one.

"Fred," I said. "Should I put this here, or there?" I asked. I was holding up a banner that said 'Good luck Gryffindor!' on it. It had this amazing lion, drawn by Dean Thomas, and flashing colors.

"Definitely over above the fire place," Fred said. "Gives it a hungry look."

"Wow," I said, waving my wand and putting the banner up.

"George, do you need some help?" Fred asked. I looked over and somehow (we still have no idea) George was hanging upside down, by the lockers. It was a weird scene, let me tell you.

Me and Fred laughed as George's head slowly turned red. "What happened?" we managed to gasp in-between laughs.

"Well," he started. "I'm not quiet sure. All that I remember was that I tried to flirt my way out of trouble with a pixie when I was putting up an Oliver balloon and… well, you know the rest."

That's when we blew. Fred and I just laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

"George, mate, even I'm not that stupid. You flirted your way out of trouble?" Fred asked in awe.

"Tried to," I said. "Obviously the trouble still came!"

And we laughed some more. George's head was now turning purple.

"Oy! Can you let me down?" he asked. We stopped laughing for just enough time to let George down. And to see his face turn from purple, to red, to pink, to his normal, pale, skin color.

"That had to be the highlight of my week," I said, throwing a balloon with a sticking charm on it, to the wall.

"Bloody hell," George said, out of breath. "I think the pixie left me a little surprise." He reached into his pocket and pulled out shimmery blue dust. "Pixie dust?"

"Bloody hell," Fred and me said together. The pixies at Hogwarts have this really special dust. You can do anything with it.

"George, she left you dust!" Fred yelled.

"I know, mate!" George yelled.

"What are you going to do with it?" I asked.

"I dunno," George said with a shrug. "Save it, I guess."

"Wow," we all said, as the door opened. George shoved the dust into his pocket and we looked to see who it was.

"Oh, it's only you, Alicia," I said.

"Gee, thanks Katie," she said.

"Well, it could have been someone we didn't want here!" I said, defending myself. I have got to learn to think before I speak.

"Riiiight," she said slowly. "Hey, what's with the decorations?" Alicia put her broom down on the bench and went to her locker. "And why do the balloons have Oliver's face on them? I know you adore him Fred but that doesn't mean we all have to suffer."

"You think a ruggedly handsome lad like me would go for someone like Oliver Wood?" Fred asked. "I think not. I have had my eye on someone else anyway."

"Wow," I said, rolling my eyes. Damn! I did it again! Must stop!

"So anyway," Alicia continued, tearing my mind from my eye rolling thoughts. Wow, that shows how much of a life I have. "What's with all of the decoration's? Oliver's going to flip when he sees this tomorrow."

"Well," I started to explain. Wait… hold on! Back up! Rewind. Slow it up! Lean back! Heh, sorry. Anyway! "Wait. 'Lic! Why are you in your robes? We told you to come in regular stuff!"

"Oh, I forgot, so I asked Ang and she said go in your robes just in case," Alicia said.

"Go change," I commanded. "you'll be uncomfortable all night. And once you change, we'll tell you what's going on."

George watched her leave as she walked away…well flew away. Angelina walked into the Team Room in her normal clothes. Alicia's going to kill her.

"You lied to Alicia," I laughed.

"Bloody hell," Angelina said, poking on of the balloons. "What are you talking about, Katie?"

"You told her to wear her robes but you're in normal clothes," I said, picking at a piece of her gray sweater, that will some day be mine! I love that sweater. It's so warm.

"Oh, I asked Harry," Angelina said with a shrug.

"Oh, well I just sent Alicia back," I said.

"Poor her," Ang said. She looked up at Fred. "Oy, Fred! What are you doing, mate?"

I looked up at Fred. He was standing on his toes and jumping for an Oliver balloon. Apparently they talk.

"This one bad mouthed me. I'm going to pop it if I can reach it!" He jumped again.

"Oh no!" I shouted. Whoops. That wasn't supposed to leave my head. "Oliver balloons are going to take over the world!"

"At least his fan club would be happy," George said, laughing at his twin and accioed the balloon to himself. "Here mate."

"Bloody thing," Fred said.

"Is this a party?" Angelina asked.

"Bravo!" Fred said. "The first to actually guess what we're doing!"

"Fred, she, oh never mind," George said.

Harry came with his friends, Ron (Fred and George's little brother) and Hermione. Harry knew about it because we told him. We can trust Harry. He saved our arses three times before so yeah, we can trust him. (Not to mention he's the best bloody chaser since Charlie Weasley!) The three of them helped us decorate and about ten minutes later Lee came.

Lee brought some of his friends from classes like Breck, but we call him Bud, and Shaun, but we call him Shaun…. Yeah.

Bud was tall, had pale orange hair, and freckles. He had green eyes and glasses and sometimes we called him Freckles. Shaun was just a bit taller then me with blonde hair, brown eyes, and was skinny.

Since Oliver came down to the pitch every night to make sure everything was in line for the other practices, we knew he'd be here around 8:30.

So me, Fred, and George (who still had no idea what to do with the pixie dust) set up the food and 'Pin the quaffle on Oliver'. At around 8:25, we shut off the lights because we heard his footsteps. He walked in with his head down, looking at his clipboard. He flipped on the lights and didn't notice a thing.

We all jumped up and yelled, "HA-… um… surprise?"

He looked around with a confused expression on his face. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled. Boy, let me tell you, I was not expecting that reaction. "I need this time to solve my 'me' problems! I need it to plan out Quidditch! Why would you do this?"

"Come on, mate!" Fred and George said together.

"Lighten up," I said, smacking him on the back. He fell forwards. Whoops. I don't know my own strength. "Sorry."

"Come on Oliver!" Angelina yelled.

"It's a party!" Alicia said right after.

Everybody went "ARGH!" Okay, I lied. But it's okay because I can. Anyway, they did all yell. Just not "ARGH!" it was more of a "YEAH!"

"Why?" he asked, sitting down. Now he seems depressed. Damn, nothing ever goes right.

"Because! You've lost the will to parrrrt-," I started, but there was a gasp, and the lights went out.

Okay! Chapter done. Who knows what will happen next. The note thing was pretty random but I was bored. But I got the outline of it from because I was looking for stupid notes and I tried thinking in place of a Weasley twin. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Gimme ideas!

­­Snuffles