A/n: I'm just going to keep apologizing for the mistakes I make in this story… because they're bad. Well… stupid mistakes. But I'm happy that I'm getting more reviews! Cheers It shows you love me! I'm not going to talk a lot so ….
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The Crazy LifeSaturday, September, 19 In my bed about 8:30.
Oops. I fell asleep last night before I could finish the party. Oh well. It's not like anyone's going to read this and be like 'Oh-oh' so it doesn't matter anyway.
Anyway, I guess I'll finish it…
Where'd I leave off? Oh yeah! The lights went out. A few people screamed, one of which sounded like Lee Jordan. Oh, he's going to be getting this from me for a while. But I didn't think that at the time. I was in more of a panic.
It got really cold and I sat on the bench. No one could see anything so I sat on someone. I heard a squeal.
"Sorry, Hermione," I whispered. Well, I attempted to whisper it. But my teeth were chattering so I really couldn't. I just moved over. Dang it, there's Oliver.
I heard some whimpering. I think that it might be Alicia. She tends to bruise and whimper easily. But only when she's scared.
It would help if I knew what the hell was going on and if I had my wand. I felt around in the pocket of my jeans until I grabbed something wooden. This had better be it, I thought, or else this might end up being a very weird situation.
"Lumos," I muttered. I could hear Harry mutter it too. We had some light. I think most of us would have preferred it with the lights out considering what we saw.
Dementors. At least seven of them. They were all hovering around us. In a huge circle, they were. That just put a damper on my partying spirit.
"Guys, what do we do?" I hear Angelina ask the twins.
"I'm not sure," George replied, lighting up his wand.
"We could go get pet flamingos," Fred said, trying to be funny, and not succeeding.
Then, all of a sudden, three gangsters walked in. They pulled out their guns and yelled, "EVERYBODY CLAP THEIR HANDS!" Three flamingos came out and started doing the Chacha slide. The dementors all started a conga line and starting singing stuff by Eminem.
Just kidding. There really were dementors though. (A/n: thanks Monica for that stupid pointless paragraph!) I heard Harry whisper something to Oliver. Oliver whispered it to me. "Get down slowly. Pass it to Hermione."
"Hermione," I whispered, as one of the dementors leaned it towards Oliver. "Get down."
I started hearing a bad memory.
Flashback"Katie," my dad whispered to me. "Your mom's having a baby girl."
I started screaming. My mom couldn't have a baby! I'm the only girl! "NEVER!" I screamed in my high pitched five year old voice.
9 MONTHS LATER
'Ew, Mommy!" I shout. "She's ugly!"
"She's your sister, Katie," my mom says.
I cry. My Dad sends me outside in the waiting room to calm down.
Wow, I thought, hospitals sure are boring. I wonder why Daddy looks so sad. And why the doctor looks so grim. I bet he ate too many vegetables. No one likes vegetables.
My dad slowly walks over.
"Katie, I have some bad news," he says to me.
"What daddy? Should I cover Pookie's (my bear's) ears?" I ask.
"Katie, you don't have a little sister anymore," Daddy said to me. I give him a confused look. "She died."
Tears fill up in my eyes and I go, "Do we get a refund?"
ONE YEAR LATER
My mom's crying. Something about the anniversary of my sisters death. I miss her. I cry too.
Flashback End
I can feel the dementor around me. It took hold of my wrists. Its grip was two tight. There was no way I'm going to get out of this one. Nice going, Bell. I can see it getting closer. Damn! What do I do! I'm only fourteen. I've got the rest of my life to be a useless pile of skin when I want to. I tried to pull away, but it pulled me closer.
That's when four pairs of hands grabbed my waist. I'm not sure whose they were. But they pulled. And they pulled again causing extreme pain as the dementor had a death grip on my wrists. Thankfully they were getting sweaty. With one good pull, the four pulled me away.
The dementor swooped down to try to attack the four of us again. But from somewhere above, something silver comes and takes the dementors away. I think it was a patronous. I learned about them from Oliver. He was telling me, Angelina, and Alicia at the beginning of the summer. Somehow he knew they'd be at Hogwarts. Maybe all of the captains got special privileges. I'd love to be captain.
Anyway, the dementors swooped away and I landed on top of the four who pulled me down. I look down and I see Lee, Breck, George, and Oliver. Hermione was to the left of the squished pile. Wow, good think I have friends who care enough not to let me lose my soul. Well, Lee might just be doing it as a "you saved me once now it's my turn" kind of thing.
I still have no idea who cast they patronous but when I find out they're getting a big piece of candy.
AH! I keep getting off track. So anyway! We were all laying there, out off breath. It even looked like the Oliver balloons deflated a teeny tiny bit.
I could hear Alicia whimpering and George left out pile of tangled limbs to go and comfort her. Aww… it's so cute. You know it. You know it!
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" I could hear Ron ask in the distance.
"Why were there dementors here?" Breck asked.
"They feed on emotions," Harry said suddenly. "We were all have a great time and feeling happy, they sensed it. They came to the party to feed off of us."
We just kind of stood there and looked at him. Wow.
The rest of us stood up, shaking a lot. Probably because we all almost lost our souls, that could be it. But we stood up. I went to my locker and pulled out three bars of chocolate. Sometimes I come down here to think and I'll eat chocolate. I figured this was more important then my deranged, unhinged mind.
"Here guys," I said. I tossed random bars of chocolate to people and told them to share.
"Thanks Katie," Lee said, breaking off a small piece for himself and a much larger piece for me.
"Take more," I said, pushing it back at him.
"Nah, I'm good," he said. I shrugged and took my own whopping piece and then passes it to Hermione.
"So, are we still going to party?" Lee asked.
We were quiet for a moment, everyone was regaining their strength, or still partially scarred out of their minds.
Then, honestly out of no where, a voice goes, "Of course we're going to bloody party you git!" The whole room looks up to see the Oliver balloons in a group. One in particular stood out. Ha, it was the one that bad mouthed Fred. He never popped it apparently. But in response, we all went "ARGH!" Well, I went "ARGH!" everyone else kind of went "YAY!" and then stared at me.
That was pretty much the party… except I think Fred spiked Alicia's pumpkin juice! She looked pretty sick. Low tolerance, I expect.
Toodles,
Katie
P.S. Wow… I just had the urge to say toodles! That's not cool man. I think my brain had been taken over by aliens or something. Maybe I've been hanging around with the twins too long. Gah, I hate aliens!
Just after lunch, in the Common Room, On the Couch, Upside down—I love specifics
I'm lying here upside down, doing my Potions essay. The prick Snape assigned us a foot on Wednesday and it's due this Monday. I should have started it earlier. Gah, that annoys me. Oh well.
A few minutes later, same place, same positionNow I'm listening to the weird sisters. I'm sitting here, banging my head and Lee walks in. He sits in the armchair across from me, not that I notice because I'm still here banging my head.
Apparently he's calling my name.
"Katie," he said. "Bell." I hum to the song. Yeah, now I know that he's here and I'm just being the stubborn Irish girl that you've known to love.
"Katie," he half yells. Some of the Common Room is looking now. It must be a funny sight. I mean, there's Lee sitting here yelling for my attention, which he probably knows he has already, and a random girl whose mind is being taken over by aliens just laying on the couch banging her head.
I just close my eyes tighter and go with the music.
I'm guessing my lack of awareness finally is annoying him because he takes a piece of my parchment (my paper! MINE! He could have saved a tree and chucked a quill at me or something but no he uses the bloody paper. Some people)… Where was I? I lost myself. Oh yeah! My parchment and chucks it at my head. It bounced off and onto my ink bottle which spilled all over three more pieces of parchment including the title to my potions essay, The Uses of Bezoars.
Calmly pick up my papers, take off my head phones, and say, "Hey, Lee. Did you want something?"
See? Calm. Yup. Cool. To the max. Collected. Hey, I picked up my papers.
Once I had finished tidying up a little, I went back to being upside down on the couch. Besides the whole 'blood rushing to your head thing' it's pretty darn nifty.
"Bell," Lee said. Wow. Last names. He must be up to something. Or just bored. Eh. Or maybe we're fighting. You'd think I'd know these things. I have got to start paying more attention.
"Uhh… yeah?" I ask. I love being clueless. It adds spice to things.
"What are you doing?" he asked
"My potions essay?" I said back. Technically I was since it was write in front of me. The Weird Sisters inspire me! Or… they give me something to listen to when I'm supposedly doing my essay. Ehe.
"Your potions essay is over here," he said, holding up the ink stained piece of parchment that used to have my title on it. "At least… I thought it was an essay."
"It was coming along," I said defensively, snatching it back. "The aliens in my head told me to listen to the music."
"Aliens?" he asked. "In your head? Told you to listen to music?" It's like he doubts my intelligence.
"Yes."
"Wow."
"Don't you have something to blow up with the twins?" I ask, getting grumpy. It's no joke trying to do an essay and be disrupted.
"They're with Alicia and Angelina," Lee said. "I'm free for the day."
"Gah!" I shout. The first years turn to look at the 'gah' yelling freak.
"I take that personally, you know," Lee said to me. Bloody hell, someone needs his arse kicked every once in a while.
I took a pillow from the couch. I'm bound to get in trouble when I'm with Lee. It's a given! It's not my fault we blew up the prefects bathroom's golden toilet seat, or that we didn't know that Slytherin's couldn't fly that well without their brooms. Honestly, it was all Lee.
"Sorry, Lee," I said apologetically. "It's just that we always get in some trouble or blow something up…. And I really need to start this essay. It's due on Monday."
"I can help you if you'd like," Lee offered. "It's not like I had anything better to do."
Awww. It was so nice. Maybe I can get him to do the whole thing. Wow… I need to be more sympathetic.
Now that I think about it, I need to be more serious too. And more positive. Looks like it's time to make a list!
List of What I need to be More/Less of:
More Sympathetic- I think I might just be a tiny bit too greedy. I blame my mom.
More Positive- It's like I'm waiting for my death day. I don't know why I'm like this. My moms as happy as a bird and my dads normal… Wait… how happy are birds?
More Serious- This could be why I'm not doing so well in potions! Whoops.
Less of a Procrastinator- This could also be why I'm not doing so spectacular in Potions.
More like Alicia- She's quiet. That's always good.
More like Angelina- She's loud. That's always good. Wait… did I just contradict myself? Gah!
Less contradictory- I don't make sense, do I?
Gah, I'll finish that later.
"Katie! Earth to Katie!" Lee was yelling to me again. Hey! There's number 8!
Less of a Zoner- I'll never ever know what's going on. Not that I do when I do pay attention but anyway….
"Sorry, I'm telling you, it's the aliens in my brain," I said. That is my excuse from now on. 'The aliens have taken over my brain.'
"Wow," Lee said. Sometimes I think I scare him. NUMBER 9!
Less Scary Towards Lee- who knows when I'm going to need something from him someday and he's not here because I scared him into a hole where he got buried by a billion inches of snow and… yeah. You get it, right?
"Why are you helping me again?" I ask. Gah, I have got to remember stuff too.
"Because I'm bored," he said simply.
And that's how I spent my Saturday afternoon. Sitting upside down (for the most part, when I had to write I actually sat on my bum) and actually doing my potions essay. Take that Snape! BOOYA!
Wednesday, September 23rd, Detention for Snape
Gah, I hate Snape. With a passion. A big passion. Well, my emotions can't all be on Snape. Wow… The point is I hate him. A lot. A lot a lot. You get it… right?
It's all because of Fred and George. They just had to send me a note in class.
Me- Regular
George- Italics
Fred- Bold
Heyyyyyyy Katie.
What?
Doesn't Snape's nose look really big today?
Gah! George! What are you doing here?
Attempting to learn up to my ability?
Yeah, right. His nose does though? Doesn't it?
Yeah, and his hair looks more greasier too. Right?
Yeah.
Yeah. Not to mention
None other took the evil lord Snape our note away, then. He doesn't deserve to be a lord. He's a peasant! Peasant Snape. Niiiiice.
He read it to himself and his eyes got wider and wider… while his mouth got smaller and smaller. It's just like magic! But anyway! George don't look in here.
"The three of you…. My office…. Tonight," he said. Wow… it would have been funny if you could see his mouth. It was still somewhere in that demented little head of his. Fred you're a git. The only thing that was normal (if you can call gigantically oversized normal) was his nose.
I looked over at Fred and George. They looked like they were trying not to smile. Gah.
But anyway, I'm sitting here in detention with Fred and George on either side of me. Every If you two don't stop I swear I'm going to smack you upside the head! so often one of them will try to look over my shoulder. That's why it has those weird sentenc- GAH!- es.
Wow, I just smacked Fred in the head with you while kicking George in the shin. That takes skill.
We're supposed to be doing lines but thankfully I have one of the most conniving, manipulated cousins there is and he taught me how to copy the lines over and over with my wand. Whoot! Loop holes! You've got to love them!
Fred and George are doing lines though. I'm on the evil side today and am not giving them the spell.
"Oh," Fred said to me.
"What?"
"You're not doing your lines," George said, picking up you. (Oh, God, I'm referring to a book as you. I think I'm legally insane now. Or maybe it's the aliens. It's got to be them. That's the only reasonable answer!)
"You're just writing in your dairy!" George said. Dairy? What the hell?
"Diary, George, diary," Fred said clearly.
"Whatever mate," George said, shooing off his twin. "The point is little Miss Bell here is going to have to do double the work in another nights detention."
"You'd think that," I said mischievously. Well as mischievously as I could.
That confused the two and they looked back down at their lines. They only had a foot or so of lines that say 'I will not call Professor Snape names again or I will have to test Goyle's dangerous, toxic potions.' Well, it didn't really have the part about Goyle… but whatever. Then they looked back up at me.
I just waved my wand and two full pieces of parchment were filled.
They gawk at me. I love myself…. Wow, I've got to work on the whole 'over confidence thing'.
Just then, Snape walked in. I left you open (there's the 'you' again) and stuffed you in my bag, making it look like I was taking out more parachment.
"Ah," Snape said. "It seems Bell here has learned her lesson. This time anyway." He looked down at the twins who were snickering. "But it seems as though these two dunderheads have yet to learn the meaning of respect." The two then gawked (isn't that a brilliant word?) at him. "You may go, Bell, but you two are staying until further notice." He walked out of the room.
I laughed to myself and passed them a smile. Then I walked back to the Common Room.
A/n: Whoot! There's chapter six! I hope you liked it! I can't really what's the word? Judge! I can't judge my own writing because I'm bad at it. Ehe. Welllll! I hope you review! If you have any interesting ideas for me email them to me. Thanks.
Snuffles
