A/N: FIRSTLY! I want to thank Mother Crumpet for the idea. Honestly, I was really stuck with what to do and what not. Brownie Points to you.  And someone asked what year Katie was in. The same as in the books. I was too lazy to change everything, meaning that she's still in 5th. Right? Okay, here I go.

Saturday, October 31st, Halloween,

"I'm not going to sniff the dust, mate," I said to Fred on Halloween morning. We're sitting in the great hall and I'm looking for ideas on how to use this pixie dust. No one seems to be listening to me. Well, Fred is but all of his ideas are stupid. Bloody moron.

"But it's something to do with the dust," he pointed out. Damn, he has a point.

"Yeah, but I'm not doing that with it," I said back. Ha, I win.

"Fine," Fred said grumpily, turning back to his pancakes.

Lee must have overheard the conversation because he looked over and said, "Mate." I looked over to him, thinking, why am I looking over when he called Fred? Anyway. "I think I've got an idea about what you can do with the dust," he said to me, an evil grin on his face.

"Explain to me dear child," I said, motioning for him to come in closer.

"Well, first we need Fred and George," he said to me. I grabbed Fred by the collar while he got George.

Fred gagged and said, "What I do now?"

George looked over and said, "I swear, it was Fred."

"Gits," I said to the two of them. "Just sit. Lee has a plan."

Early Afternoon

"So why are we in here again?" I asked Lee as we sat down in Moaning Myrtles bathroom.

"Privacy," Lee whispered.

"If it's so private," George began. "Then why are you whispering?"

"Just shut up and listen," Lee said. "Okay, now, you can make a wish on this stuff, right?"

George and me looked at each other and nodded.

"Well, obviously, it has to be something that causes utter chaos," Lee explained.

"Well, we knew that mate," Fred said, sitting against a sink.

"But what?" I asked. There's too many opportunities that we can do.

"That's what we're going to have to think about all day," Lee said. "We reunite at the feast!" He walked out of the bathroom and turned left.

"So, we basically regained information that we already knew and sat in an icky bathroom to do it," I said dully.

"Yeah, this bathroom is kind of repulsive," George said, looking at all of the walls and what not.

"It's not my fault," said a high-pitched voice in one of the stalls. Oh, jeez. It's Moaning Myrtle. From behind me I could hear Fred and George groan. "If I could clean them I would," she wailed.

"Yes, yes," George said. "We know, Myrtle."

"But you can't," Fred said.

"Because you're dead," I threw in. Boy, was that a mistake. She screamed and dove into he toilet thing, splashing us with toilet juice. It's disgusting.

"Katie!" the twins yelled.

"Sorry!" I apologized.

"Katie," came a voice from my shoulder. "Your father wanted me to tell you- Oh my God!" It poofed away. Turns out that my mom can't stand the smell of toilet juice. Ehe. There's one good thing about it.

My Dorm 12:04 P.M.

I'm basically doing nothing all day. I'm not sure where everyone else disappeared off to… but they disappeared. So I'm sitting in my dorm. Hey! This gives me time to think about what we could use this dust for…. Well, if Sirius Black ever came in to the castle I could … erm… throw it in his eye. That's it! Like salt… no pepper spray. Stupid muggles. Well, no they're pretty smart, learning how to live without magic forever and what not. Anyway! I could just throw some in his eyes and run like a house-elf.

12:07 P.M.

How fast do house-elves run anyway? I could always wish that I was a house-elf for like… ten minutes and see how fast I could run. But then again, they can also poof… so does that mean that they're slow? Bloody hell, I'm never going to figure this out.

12:15 P.M.

Okay, so banging my head on the back of my bed (I RYHME! I SHOULD BE A POET!) didn't work. I think I might have given myself a concussion. That's depressing. I'll figure that problem out later.

About 1:30

I found Fred and George. They were in the kitchens. All day. Well not all day. But for an hour. Who spends and hour in the kitchen?

You know I'm never going to get over that silence. The stupid alien would come back with something such as 'You did, deary, for two hours.'

Anyway, Fred and George have no idea what to do with the dust. Lee is a dumbass. That's all I'm saying.

You've got a point there, Bell.

Oliver?

Yeah?

Wh-what are you doing in here?

I learned from Fred and George. They said it's what to do when you're bored.

So writing in my di… erm… journal is the 'it' thing.

Apparently. Why do you want to know how fast house-elves run anyway, Bell?

Well, it's… well… erm… long story, okay?

Maybe you should just stick to Quidditch.

Are you implying that I'm stupid?

Me? No. Never! I'm shocked that you would even suggest that!

Yeah. Whatever.

You don't believe me? That hurts Bell.

Wimp. You'd think that fifteen years of Quidditch would have toughened you up but apparently not.

You did not just go there.

Yeah, I did. And now you sound like a girl.

Fine. This is the last time I sneak into your diary, Bell.

Ehe. Wait. NO! JOURNAL! IT'S A JOURNAL DAMNIT!

It's a journal I swear. Who writes in a diary. I mean, I have one now, but that's only because my brother gave it to me.

1:45

Whoa. My brother wrote me a note in there. I'm not taking it out because then it'd ruin the whole thing. But I'll copy it.

K-K-Katie! (You'd think he'd be serious sometime! )

How is my favorite and only sister in the whole world? (Didn't I establish that we have another sister? Apparently not.) Miss me? Probably. It's not like you looked through this right when you got into your dorm. It might not seem like it but I know you. You waited until something came up where you would need it. Argh. It runs in the family, so don't worry. I'm like that too. (Oh jeez. I thought the procrastination thing would wear off some time. Damn family traits!)

Right now I'm in Africa. Did I mention that I got a job on the Daily prophet? Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I always used to complain about how bogus their dung was but this is a really good job. Not to mention I get to travel. (He does like to travel. I guess that's good for him.) And good job means brilliant presents! So get me something good, okay? Just kidding. (Jerk head.)

Your birthday's November 17th right? (No, it's on February 87th.) Well, I must be going now. Those reports aren't going to write themselves. Oh, and tell your friends that I shall be coming back in a couple of weeks. (I don't think I want to know why.)

You're awesome, brilliant, lovable, courageous, handsome, intelligent, and humorous brother, (Who does he think he's kidding?)

KEVIN! (No. Way. ­(A/N: EMERSON IS THE BOMB DIGITY!))

Well, he was right about one thing. I am a procrastinator. Wait, no two things. My birthday is on February 17th. At least he knows. I think his in March 24th. I think. I don't know. Bummer. But that's when I'm celebrating it. Go me.

9 P.M.

How creepy was that? Right now I'm in the Great Hall. Just like I was a half hour ago. We were dismissed from the feast, it being Halloween and all, and we Gryffindors (Rawr!) walked up to out Common Room. Well, you know us. Brave and what not. When we got up there and the portrait of the Fat Lady was slashed we ran for Dumbledore. So now it's a big camp out with all four houses. Isn't that just fine and dandy.

They're saying it's Sirius Black. Actually, we know thatit's Sirius Black. Why else would they move everyone. We just want to know why he wanted to get into the Common Room. Wait. Duh Katie. Harry Potter. The poor lad. I'll have to give him a fruit basket or something for all the trouble he's been through.

So we all ended up back here. In the Great Hall. And lucky me. I'm stuck in the middle of Fred and George with Lee up by my head. Apparently they want to plot some more. Damn. I'm not going to get any sleep tonight, am I?

9:30

"Psst. Katie!" George called. I was listening to the Weird Sisters. I ignored him. "Pssssssst."

And when you wave that wand … something something something…. So what if I don't remember the words!

"KATIE!" George shouted, waking up some poor little, demon, first years. Stupid first years.

"YEARGH!" I shouted. (A/n: And Bob's your uncle, Shannon.) I jumped up in the air causing a distraction to whatever everyone else as doing. I just glared at them all and pulled off my head phones.

"Jeez," George said. "Got the music loud enough?" Eh, he's right. It's up all the way and you can hear it like a radio. Whoops.

"Well, I'm just trying to ignore the people who try to make me sniff pixie dust," I replied coolly.

"So anyway!" Fred said, ignoring my comment. George laughed. "We know what to do with the dust!"

My eyes lit up. I know they did. They always do…. Well… not always but a lot. Okay, not a lot either. OKAY! OKAY! You win. They hardly ever light up. So this was a rare occasion.

"If it involves hurting me, then I'm out," I said to them, ducking into my sleeping bag.

"Not-" George started, but he was cut off by Percy.

"OFF TO BED! ALL OF YOU! I HAD BETTER NOT HEAR ANY TALKING OR IT'S TO THE HEAD OF YOUR HOUSE FOR YOU!" Percy screeched. Aww. I think he made a second year cry. What a git…. Wait… maybe those are just tears of laughed. I bet they're laughing at him.

"So anyway," George said, ignoring his demented brother's comment.

"We wanted to do something to Percy," Lee said, getting to the point. That's a good boy. Don't make Katie wait. Just tell me right out.

I looked at them in mock shock. Ha it rhymes. "And risk going to the head of our house?" I asked with a gasp.

"I think Katie's right, mates," George said seriously. Whoa. He agreed with my sarcasm. We all looked at him in shock. "I was only kidding, mate!" he yelled clapping his brother on the shoulder.

"Jeez," I said. "I thought you were serious!"

"Katie," Lee said. "When is he ever serious?"

I thought for a moment. The child has a point. "Good point. So what are we doing again?"

Fred sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. "We are going to make Percy wish he was poking a sleeping dragon in the eye."

"That bad, eh?" I asked. That is pretty bad.

"Well, we can try," Lee said, sitting up completely in his sleeping bag. I pulled out my dust and George pulled out his.

"What do you want to do to him?" I asked, putting the sacred dust into the palm of my hand and George did the same. With my left hand, I took some of his dust and put it in the palm of my right hand and he did the same.

"We could make him streak," Lee offered.

"Who wants to see that?" Fred asked, disgusted.

"Penelope," I coughed. They laughed.

"So anyway," Lee said. "We could always……" Lee seemed deep in thought.

"We could put him in a frilly pink tutu annnddd he could dance like it was 1899," I offered.

"That we could," George said.

"Wow," Fred said. "We can't think of anything better than tutus. That's something we do to Ron not Percy."

"We could make him fall in love," Lee said. "With a first year." Lee smirked.

"There's this thing," I explained. "Called the Law. I don't really want to break it." They sighed.

"Want to just go with the whole tutu thing?" George asked.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"I guess so," Fred gave in.

"Sure why not," Lee said.

"So Katie," George said. "Do you know how to work this stuff?"

"Lets hope so," I replied. I think I know how to. "Don't you like… sprinkle it around you and think really hard about what you want? And it just kind of happens."

"That sounds about right," George said. We both did it and then after ten seconds, we heard a high-pitched squeal. I smiled to myself.

Why aren't Fred and Lee laughing. I looked over. They were both looking in the same direction with their mouths open.

I followed their gaze and saw a Percy in just a tutu. Nothing more.

"George! What were you thinking?" I asked, confused. What was he thinking? I just imagined a tutu over his pants! Or boxers or whatever.

"Well, that stupid streaking image wouldn't leave my head!" George protested.

"M-MY PANTS! WHERE ARE THEY! TUTU! MERLIN!" Percy screamed. Everyone was laughing. Well, almost everyone. Some were slightly disturbed. Disturbed to find out that he still wears whitey tighties. Eek.

Percy ran out of the hall, screaming like a lunatic. Everyone was laughing. And I still have pixie dust left. This night has not been so bad after all.

11 P.M.

Okay, so you know how I said the night has not been so bad after all? I lied. McGonagal caught us. How she did it, I shall never know. But she did.

Now I have three weeks of detention. One for using pixie dust, one for using it to embarrass another student, and the last week was for disrespecting Gryffindor.

Fred and Lee only got two. Lucky little leprechauns. So anyway, now I'm back here, sitting in my sleeping back, pretending to be asleep.

Every so often a prefect will come out of where ever they come and make sure that we're all sleeping. Like they can catch us. I'm a really good fake sleeper. It comes with having a prankster as a brother.

Lets just say if tonight was a game… I so won it. That didn't make sense. Okay, let's just say tonight was unhinged.

Sorry it took so long for me to update. I feel horrible. But I had like… writers block. So if you want anything to happen in here, just email me of leave it in the comments or something.

Much love, (I don't know where that came from)

­­Snuffles