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The Crazy Life

October 17th Breakfast

"So what are you getting me for my birthday?" Angelina asked me.

"Who says I'm getting you anything?" I said bitterly. I wasn't really mad. Just pretending. I like to get on her nerves. I must be a pretty good actress. I should become famous. And never remember the little people, or let them move into my pool house.

"Come on Katie," Angelina said, tugging my arm. "There's no need to be grim about it."

"I was only kidding, Ang," I said, pushing her away. She was refusing to let me eat my bacon.

"Then what are you getting me?" she asked. I'm not giving in that easily.

"The new Firebolt," I said sarcastically.

"Brilliant! A Firebolt," Ang said dreamily. "My parents would flip. As would the rest of the team." She smiled. What a dork.

"It's called sarcasm, dumbass," I said, swallowing some bacon.

"But if I ignore the sarcasm, I get away with it," she said devilishly. "Dumbass."

"Hey! That's my word!" I complained. Actually it's not. But that's okay. "And, no, I'm not getting you a Firebolt."

"Party pooper," she complained, eating my bacon. Mine. That does it!

"My bacon!" I yelled, standing up. "Get your own!" I tossed some at her. Whoops. It's in her lap. Whoops again. Grease stains. I'm not really mad. Maybe I can get away with starting a food fight.

"Oh no you didn't," she said, standing up as well and dumping scrambled eggs in my hair.

My mouth went into full 'O' shape and I said, "Bring it." I chucked some orange juice but she ducked and it hit some Ravenclaw bloke who was passing. Poor lad. I love Ang, I guess together we can have a pretty mean fake fight.

She laughed at me and smashed porridge in my face. Scratch that whole… I love Ang thing. Yuck. I hate porridge. Glahb.

Oh yeah, the Ravenclaw picked up some other Ravenclaw's milk and chucked the thing at Angelina, but missed because she was laughing because of the porridge thing and I was trying to get it off so I was bent over and it hit Fred.

He looked up, covered in milk and started laughing. George was already laughing and he decided to add ketchup. George squeezed the ketchup on Fred's head and they both laughed.

In the distance, I heard someone yell, "FOOD FI-ARGH!" The fight was already started and the poor little second year got knocked down by a blast of cereal.

I looked at Angelina and we both started laughing. We knew we'd get into trouble for it later, but right now was the time to have fun.

I looked over at the staff table and saw McGonagal looking panic stricken and Dumbledore who had humor in his eyes. Neither of them were stopping it so I chucked an opened banana across the table and it hit Hermione square in the forehead. I laughed. Even she seemed to smirk before aiming a spoonful of porridge at my head. Which she hit. Gah, I hate this stuff.

There was a full out war going on and people everywhere were covered. Up at the staff table I could see Hagrid trying to get toast and jam out of his beard and poor Professor Flitwick was trying to summon down some French toast that somehow managed to get stuck to the ceiling. I have no idea how that happened seeing as the ceiling is about fifty feet tall….

After about fifteen minutes, there were only about 20 more people in the war. Everyone else backed down, covered in breakfast foods that no longer looked like food. More like that tossed-the-cookies puddle. Blach.

"Hey, Ang," I said, standing up. "Think we'll get in trouble for this one?"

"Ye-" she started but was cut off by a shrill voice.

"Miss Bell, Miss Johnson," it was McGonagal. "Come to my office immediately."

I looked at Angelina. She looked like she was about to laugh but held it in. I did the same thing.

"And wipe those smirks off of your face," she said.

She walked briskly in front of us and we followed behind, smiling like monkeys. Well, as long as monkeys smile really big and stupidly, then yes we were smiling like monkeys.

Once we reached her office, our smiled were gone and replaced by frowns.

"I can't believe you," McGonagal said shaking her head. "A food fight!" She walked in a circle. "A food fight starting over God knows what!" Her hand was on her forehead now. "You both will receive a weeks detention for this." There was a moment's silence. "Leave my office."

Angelina and me left her office looking sad and grim. Once we got a reasonably ways away we laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

And then we realized that we smelled.

We smelled really, really, really bad.

"Ew," Ang said, smelling her robes. "I think the milk has gone bad."

I smelled mine to. "I think you're right."

"Eww," we both said.

History Of Magic… Gah

We went up to our dorm and each took a shower. I had to wash my hair three times to get the porridge out. Gah. Ang had it worse though. Some Hufflepuff bloke nailed her in the back of the head with a piece of toast and jam that looked like it had been soaked in the porridge as well. Disgusting.

When we got out and ready once more, it was time for our third class. I had Care of Magical Creatures with Alicia. Just my luck. My hair's soaking wet and I had to go outside.

"Later, Ang," I said to her. She had to go off to Charms. So I had to walk across the grounds by myself. Do you know how big the Hogwarts grounds are? They're humongousThen I got that alien voice in my head. Well you didn't think otherwise, did you? Shaddup. I'm just saying how big they are when you walk by yourself. But you weren't by yourself deary, you had me. I could have talked to you. Oh, yeah. Because I really talk to the voices in my head. Actually, you do. And you also have mother's that appear on your shoulder out of nowhere but that doesn't creep you out one bit. Well, my mum's been known to do that. Teenagers. Aliens.

I shook my head and walked to CoM.

Nothing really that interesting happened in that class except about half way through, we heard this yell from the castle.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the thing yelled.

"What the bloody hell was that?" I asked the Ravenclaw next to me.

"No idea," he said with a shrug and looked back up to the castle.

"It looks like its coming from the corridor with Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Alicia whispered to me urgently.

"How the bloody hell did you know that?" I asked in shock. It's like she has a map of the school.

"Didn't you ever have a map of the school back in your first year?" she asked. Wow, I'm good.

"No… but I did have you guys," I said smiling.

She laughed. "Well I think it's coming from the Defense room," she said.

"Maybe they're doing boggarts," I said jokingly.

"I think you're right," Alicia said, staring hard at the school, as was everyone else.

"That's a first," I said. Whoops. I think I just dissed myself. I'm bad at this aren't I?

Alicia laughed. That's about all of the interesting things that happened in Care of Magical Creatures.

So now I'm sitting here, bored in History of Magic. It sucks. It sucks a lot.

It sucks so much tha-

The Great George Weasley has taken over this dairy… well notebook diary thing. Ah screw it. I took it over. Right now Miss Bell is repeatedly hitting my arm. It doesn't hurt, you see, because she is not hitting that hard. I think the poor girl is off her rocker. Katie, what are you on? And can I try some becau-

I win. Stupid George. And I'm not on anything.

Are too.

Merlin, no.

What?

You're thinking into my notebook!

Cool, new game! I can't wait to tell the others!

You wouldn't.

Would.

Wouldn't.

Would. Now, alas, I must take notes.

I lost. I always lose. It's like a Bell curse. I bet it's from those pant… genes! I'll have to trade those in for something else. But oh what to wait for. Dinner is going to be hectic.

Up in my bed, about 11, just finished my homework

I think that I'm psychic. You know how I said that dinner was going to be hectic? Well it was. Very hectic.

"Hey, 'Lic, want to pass me the chicken?" I asked Alicia during dinner. She passed it to me as a letter fell from my owl down onto my plate.

"A letter?" Ang asked.

"Yeah, it's from my mum," I said dumbfounded. Then, it started to smoke. Unfortunately, I don't notice details, so I didn't notice the bright red letter in my hands. I just noticed the address.

"Kate, I think you've got yourself a howler," Lee said to me. Ya think Lee? I mean really.

Now, I could have done the smart thing and ran. Ran as hard and as fast as I could from the Great Hall and into a little closet. But I didn't. I just panicked.

I tossed the letter into the air where it pretty much exploded.

Damn.

KATHERINE ANN BELL! WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN WERE YOU THINKING! I MEAN REALLY! STARTING A FOOD FIGHT FOR NO APPERENT REASON! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED! AND DON'T YOU TRY AND PUT THE BLAME ON ANGELINA BECAUSE I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD! WHEN YOU GET HOME IN THE SUMMER YOU'LL BE GROUNDED. AND IF YOU DO ANYTHING ELSE TERRIBLE THEN YOU'LL GO AND STAY WITH YOUR AUNTY MILDRID FOR THE SUMMER INSTEAD! And Angelina, dear, I don't blame you at all. Happy Birthday, by the way.

MUM

I sunk so low into my seat listening for the laughs and looking for the pointing. None of it came. Well… the pointing did. And there was a lot of whispering but that was about it. I'm surprised that there was no laughter. But then again, if there were someone would have a butt kicking to look forward to.

The only people laughing at me were my friends.

"Gee, thanks guys. I appreciate it," I said to them sarcastically. "I mean, no one else laughed, you just had to fill in the gap, didn't you?"

They laughed some more and George said, "Yes. It wouldn't have been right if no one laughed. Hogwarts would have been broken…."

"Merlin," I said quietly, getting a different piece of chicken since the one I took before was now covered in howler ashes. Gah.

October 21st, Transfiguration, Angelina's birthday, Wednesday

It's Angelina's birthday. I think we're throwing her a surprise party. I'm not sure though. Maybe she knows. I'm keeping my mouth shut just in case.

I got her this necklace. I wasn't sure what to get her. So I just got her a necklace and a matching bracelet with a small quaffle on each of them. I hope she likes it. It cost me like… five galleons.

Man, transfiguration is boring.

Tell me about it.

Lee?

Yes?

Did George teach you this?

No….

What?

Fred did.

Gah!

Wow, Katie. I think you're losing it.

Why do other people have to think into here.

Well you could always close it deary….

What the bloody hell was that?

What was what?

Who just called you deary?

That would be me.

Oh! That's the alien that lives in my head.

Katie, come on. We're going to the nurse.

What? Why?

You have talking aliens in your head. I think that's something the nurse would want to know about.

But she hates me!

Yes, love, it's fine. Really.

Nope, up you go.

Hospital Wing, a few minutes before dinner. Gah.

He brought me to the hospital wing! The cow! He really brought me!

Lee just went up to McGonagal and said, "Katie's hearing aliens in her head. I'm taking her to the hospital wing."

She gave him a strange look but said, "Oh, go ahead. I don't need anymore aliens taking over my students."

That creeped me out. What if aliens were slowly invading me! Oh jeez!

So anyway, Lee walked me up to the hospital wing and told the nurse lady thing what was wrong. She laid me in one of the hospital beds and gave me a potion for hallucination. I drank it. It was aweful. Lee stood by my side though, so I gave him grim looks. This was his entire fault.

Once Madame Pomfrey (is that it?) made sure I drank all of the potion without spitting any of it out, she told me that I'd have to stay the night there and miss my classes.

"Jordan, you're dead," I said to Lee the minute after she left.

"We're getting rid of those weird alien things," Lee said. "You could at least thank me."

"She probably thinks I'm insane. Hell, I am insane," I said. This is not fun. That potion made my tongue throb.

"No, you're not insane. Just a little wacky," Lee said with a laugh, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Once I'm aloud to leave this horrid place, I'm tossing you in the lake," I said, ignoring his comment.

"It's cold out though!" he protested.

"Whose fault is that?" I asked. Actually, it wasn't his. Oh well.

"Mother nature?" he asked with a smile. Stupid Lee. Darn him. DARN HIM!

"It was probably just my conscience anyway," I said, sticking my tongue out so that I could try and look for it. I think it was swelling. "No now I'm probably poisoned from that potion. And it's your fault!"

I think I made him feel guilty. Ehe.

"I think there's something wrong with you. I was talking to Madame Pomfrey and she said that you were hallucinating or something. I think the you took the whole hearing voices thing a little to- what the bloody hell is that!" Lee stood up looking scared out of his mind. He pointed to my shoulder.

Please don't be who I think it is. Please. Please. Oh, damn.

It was my mum again.

"Heeeyyy, mum," I said uncertainly. Gah, she always comes at the wrong time!

"Katie Bell," she said seriously. Did I ever mention how messed up my family was? Really? I didn't? Well, my brother moved out when he was wicked young, my sister died as a baby, I'm Katie, and my dad's a workaholic. "What are you doing in the hospital wing!"

Once again she was three inches tall and still threatening. It was so pathetic. I blame Lee.

"Uh… hallucinations…" I said with a shrug, causing her to be thrown off of my shoulder. I picked her up and put her in my palm. Now she's not as threatening. Maybe it's only from the side that she seems like that.

"What kind of hallucinations?" she demanded. Nope, still scary. This is so sad.

"Hearing voices, Mrs. Bell," Lee said. Thank God for Lee. I take the partial blame away. He still keeps half for bringing me here in the first place though.

My mum sent up a look to Lee. She's heard about him and met him once or twice but the twins had always been with him. Which reminds me! I'm missing Ang's party. Gah, now I feel guilty.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Who are you?" she asked, eyeing him. Did I also mention that she doesn't remember most of my friends? My family is really screwed now that I think about it.

"Lee Jordan, ma'am," he said with a smile. Suck up.

I turned a laugh into a cough. Not very well though, since my tongue doubled in size. Damn potion. My mum eyed me and held out a tiny little hand.

"Mrs. Bell," she said. Lee attempted to shake her hand but only managed her whole hand on his pinkie. I never really noticed how strict my mum was.

"It's a pleasure," Lee said. I could see he was trying not to laugh. I could hear it too. Hopefully, because her ears were so small now, my mom couldn't tell.

"And wipe that smirk off of your face boy," she said. "Now Katie. I'm here to yell at you." I gulped. "What were you thinking? Honestly! A Hogwarts Food Fight. You had better sort out you priori-"

She was cut off by an owl flying through the open window. It landed on Lee's head and I grabbed the letter off. I noticed the untidy scrawl immediately. It was from my brother...

Well, I hope you liked the chapter! I wanted to get at least one more up before the new year, which I hope you all enjoy. Um… oh yeah! I really appreciate all of the reviews that I'm getting. It helps motivate me a lot.

Well, later dayz for now!

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