A/n: Firstly, I want to thank my reviewers again because I can. If I knew you all personally, I'd buy you each a pineapple (except renee :p). Secondly, I want to dance because that Mugglecast has gotten me hyper. And Thirdly, I want to stop talking so I can start the chapter!
The Crazy Life
Chapter 13 (Yes good ol' 13)
Thursday, November 4th, afternoon
Merlin, it's so boring sitting here while everyone's in class. It's so quiet. It's eerie. Like to the extreme. I wish the alien were back. She'd keep me occupied. I mean, yeah, our conversations would be more based on arguing but at least I'd have something to do!
Sigh.
Well, why didn't you just say you wanted me back before, deary?
What the bloody hell is that? Am I imagining an alien? Merlin, it's a good thing I'm in the hospital wing because I think I'm going insane.
You're not going insane, deary. I'm back.
Why? This is insane. I mean, I thought I was cured! Gods, this concussion thing is driving me nuts.
I'm not a figment of your imagination deary. You see, my grand-daughter was sick so I had to go and help my son take care of her. I thought I told you.
Since when have you told me anything? And how can you have kids? You live in my head.
I'm an alien, deary. Just think of the possibilities.
EW!
Merlin, child. Not that.
You said it, not me!
Perverted teenagers. I'll come bother you later.
What! Darn you aliens and your mind-messing-with ways!
An Hour laterI just spent an hour playing exploding snap with myself. And I lost. Both times.
Well, you are very bad at the game deary.
Don't you have some mutant cousin to take care of or something? She really is getting on my nerves. I liked her better when she wasn't here.
Yes, but right now he's bothering some American boy. Liam Wallis or something of the sort. He promised to take pictures of America for me.
Well, isn't that just fine and dandy. But could you please leave me alone? I have a bruised brain you see and you're not helping the cause all that much.
What happened deary?
Quidditch.
Well, if I were a human I'd take you off the team. Obviously you're not good at that either!
How can you be insulting me? You're a figment of my imagination. La. La. Lalaalalalala.
I'll just go make those three gloves my other granddaughter wanted.
Good. ARGH!
No need to get all piraty on my, deary.
GO AWAY!
…
…
I think she's gone! Yes! Finally. Some peace and quiet. I deserve some you know. It's almost my birthday. November 17th. Merlin, I'm getting old. I'll be fifteen. Okay, so that's not Dumbledore old… but it's older then fourteen. By 364 days. Or is it 65. I think it's 65. Gah, that's just sad and pathetic. I need to think about other things now.
Like who stole the cookies from the cookie jar. But that was when I was four so it was probably Kevin or something. Darn you Kevin.
Or who wrote that note. That would be something good to ponder on. I think it would be anyway.
Should I make a list? I think I shall.
List of People Who Would Send Me Random Notes-Fred
-George
-Alica… or is she too not sneaky?
-Angelina
-Lee—hehe he was just as confused as I was so I doubt it.
-Harry
-Sirius Black
-Professor Lupin… that'd be really weird though… so yeah….
-A random person who is secretly in love with me
-a slug
That's about it. Man, I need more friends. And less aliens invading my head. Because that's just abnormal. :p
2 Hours LaterClasses should be over soon, right? Or are they over now? I'm not sure. I wasn't listening for the bells.
"Katie," came the voice of a certain someone.
Wow, how ironic. The bells must have rung. I've got to pay attention more often.
"'Ello there," I said to whoever was coming in.
"Be quiet, there are people trying to sleep here! This is a hospital wing!" Madame Pomfrey screeched. Merlin, you think she'd be more sympathetic. Hey! The word pathetic is in there. How ironic.
"What's been happening, Bell?" Hmm. Scottish accent. Who would that be?
"Hello, Wood," I said as he sat down. "What do you thinks been happening? In case you haven't noticed, this is the hospital wing."
"Hey, things could change," he said, taking some of my candy.
"You know, you could at least ask first," I pointed out. I wasn't going to refuse the man of candy, I just felt like being strict? Is that the word? Eh, you know what I'm talking about.
"Like you weren't going to give me any," he said, popping some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans into his mouth. GAH! The note! Was he on my list and just being a jerk head? Nope. "What's this?" he asked, holding up the small piece of parchment.
"If I knew, it would have been more hidden," I said, taking the paper.
"I guess you're right. Well, we have Quidditch practice tonight," Wood said, standing up.
I gaped at him. Who makes someone play Quidditch when the day before they got a concussion from a Quidditch accident. At least I still have my common sense….
"You're making me have practice?" I asked, completely baffled. I mean, how could you not be? This guys a mad man! He should at least have some sympathy.
"No, you don't have to fly. You just have to have someone tell you about it," he said. I swear he's crazy. I mean, yeah, I'd fly, I'm not a wimp (for the most part) but I don't want to sit here listening to someone telling me about it. Especially someone like Alicia who gets way to into details. Like she'll be talking about her sock or something and go into what it's made of, the texture, and even that her dog used to want to hide it. That's how far into detail she would go. Eventually I would just zone her out. I mean, I love Alicia and all but her dog wanting the sock was just taking it too far.
"I think I'd rather fly," I said. "My one day of rest is almost over."
"You're not flying," Wood said to me. Oh, yeah because he thinks he can out-stubborn me in a stubborn contest. Who does he think he's kidding?
"Want to make a bet?" I said, stubbornly, of course. I mean, really. Is there any other way?
"You can't get killed, Katie. I mean it, if you fly… then… erm… when you get better I swear I'm making you do laps for at least an hour straight," he protested. Like that's going to stop me.
"Madame Pomfrey!" I yelled. Whoops. They probably wasn't the best way to get her attention in these circumstances.
"Yes, Ms. Bell?" she asked. Oops. She seemed like she was trying to keep her cool. My bad.
"I was wondering when I could leave," I said. I've got to practice sucking up to people. It's like a necessity.
"Just let me do one more test and then you'll be able to leave," she said with a sigh. "Mr. Wood, if you'd just wait outside."
Oliver walked out the door and stood there. I could see his feet under the doorframe.
"So, what's the test?" I asked her.
"You'll see, just be cooperative," she said to me.
"Um, alright," I said, sitting up on my bed.
She pulled out her wand. Ok, nice. A spell. This shouldn't be too bad. I mean, spells don't hurt.
…
Boy, was I wrong. She took the freaking wand and pushed right on the humongo lump on my head. "DAMNIT LADY!" I yelled. Oh… my… Merlin. Temper. There's another think I have to work on. I have to keep my temper in painful situations.
She looked at me grimly and said, "You may leave, Ms. Bell. Just put the Hospital Robes in the laundry. They'll get back to me."
So I walked out of the room in my light blue robes with the dark blue circles. Man, someone needs to introduce them to fashion or something.
The first person I saw was of course, Oliver Wood. He was waiting after all.
"Stupid lady and her stupid wand. She can shove it up her-" I mumbled as I walked out.
But Oliver, being the person with the worst timing in the world (A/n: I've taken on that position :p) cut me off. "She let you off, Bell?"
"No, Oliver, I escaped from the hospital wing and now there are five flying monkeys and an evil witch out to get me," I said sarcastically. Merlin, I've got this problem where I get sarcastic when I'm mad at someone or something of the sort. And now, my head throbbing, I was pretty mad. And Oliver and his stupid questions weren't helping for the better.
"Well, isn't that great?" Wood said. He can be such a prick sometimes. Gah.
"Yes, Wood. It's bloody fantastic. I think I'll grab myself a butterbeer and go watch the ballet," I said to him. Yeah, this sarcasm thing isn't helping the whole mood thing.
It was pretty much silence after that until we got up to the seventh floor. We walked up to the Fat Lady and Oliver told her the password (I wasn't paying attention but I'm pretty sure it's still pickled newts…) and we walked into the Common Room where I was engulfed in hugs.
"Gah! Someone smells like cologne! Ang, you just whipped my head with your hair! Alicia! HEY! George, stop no, no shoulders. GAH!" Merlin, who knew I was in such a bad mood. Darn you Madame Pomfrey, DARN YOU!
They all stopped at my lack of enthusiasm. I never have lack of enthusiasm. I bet they think that You-Know-Who has risen again and possessed me or something of the sort.
"I think that concussion did something to her head," George said, putting me down. He was trying to get me onto their shoulders or something.
"No, mate, it effecter her toes," Fred said sarcastically. Since when were they sarcastic? Gah, things change in a day.
"What's up, Katie?" Lee asked me as I sat on the couch, yes, still in those horrid pajamas.
"Everything was fine until that darn Madame Pomfrey stuck her wand in places it didn't belong," I replied. They all surrounded me, looking interesting. That's a first. Something Katie Bell says is interesting. Wow. Darn you head. Why do bruises last?
Sorry, deary.
What'd you do now?
I was kind of by the bruise when Pomfrey poked it so I pushed back. I caused the majority of your pain.
GAH!
I hate aliens. They cause me pain. Why can't they just go away? Just once.
Aw, Merlin. Now I've got a headache. But, nooooo. I can't sleep. I've got to go to practice. DARN YOU OLIVER WOOD!
"Katie," came Alicia's voice, sounding worried.
"Katie!" Ang screamed. Merlin, headache.
"Sorry, I was thinking about something," I replied. Well I was.
How to kill stupid aliens.
Why bruises take forever to heal.
DARN YOU OLIVER WOOD!
And why do bludgers have to be so hard?
"Are you okay?" Lee asked. Wow, they're really concerned.
"Yeah," George agreed. "You've never really been in a bad mood before."
"My head hurts and I've still got to bloody fly," I complained.
Everyone looked at Oliver, who was sitting on the top of the couch, looking guilty.
"You're making her fly?" Alicia asked in shock.
"No," Oliver said. But it was too late. George and Lee flipped him off the couch.
"Bloody hell, mates," Oliver said, standing up. "I said no, didn't I?"
"You shouldn't have even told her about the practice," Fred said. "You know how stubborn she is." Angelina nodded in agreement.
"Guys," I said, looking at them. Honestly, how stupid do they think I am? "I'm sitting right here."
They looked at me. Obviously they think I'm very stupid.
"Sorry Katie," Alicia said. Wow, I've never seen them this sympathetic before.
"It's fine. I'm just going to go to bed," I say. Yes, bed. That sounds all of everybody's problems. You forget everything when you sleep. I'm serious. It just disappears until you wake up to your life. Maybe I'm depressed.
You're not depressed deary. You're just having a bad day.
Tell me about it.
Yeah, that's life.
Friday, November 5th 6 P.M.
Good Lord, that felt nice. I just woke up, believe it or not. I slept from like 6 last night until 6 tonight. Is that even possible? Maybe I was really sleep deprived. Gah, at least my head feels better. It's not pounding anymore. Yay!
I just looked in the mirror. Gah, my hairs a mess and I'm still in those pajamas. That's annoying, man. I mean really.
Whoa, I missed two days of classes. Am I good, or am I good?
Merlin, I need a shower.
7ish I think
Man, that shower felt nice. Like, really nice. To the extreme. I bet I don't smell anymore. I wonder what's happening in the Common Room….
Nothing that exciting. I bet Oliver scheduled a practice so no one good is here. Well, some random people are here. Man, I'm hungry. Not eating for like… twenty-four hours really makes you hungry. I wonder if anyone here has food.
Wait, I have that candy from that one person who I still don't know who it is… but I still have that candy. How cool is that?
I wonder where it is….
Turns out it was on my bedside table. Go figure. I mean, it's not like I would have seen it when I woke up or anything. But do you know how good a chocolate frog tastes after nothing at all to eat?
No, I can't say I do.
How come you're still here? Didn't you cause me enough pain?
I'm sorry, deary. It was an accident after all. Besides, I've got to go see that mutated cousin. You mentioned him, remember? I'll be back soon.
No, no take your time.
Merlin, the imaginary alien in my head is going on vacation. How pathetic am I? It's so sad.
Anyway, I walked out to the Quidditch pitch. Hmm. There was no practice. Well, there was but it was for the Slytherins. No one cares about them. Not even their moms. How sad is that. I bet some mom is putting their son on a death wish or something.
Okay, so maybe their moms do like them. I bet they're not very nice though.
Now… where could everyone be?
A/n: Well, how was it? It's completely random and I did it while I was waiting for mugglecast to download (yes my computer is insanly slow) so I hope you liked it. Um. I don't really have anything more to say except leave your ideas. Thanks.
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