This Chapter will be up earlier then I thought it would be. Everyone thank NIKE Goddess of Victory because I would have felt bad if she didn't read it.

Guess what! I got, well I guess you could say, flamed! It was rather amusing. But, hey, why review and make the author laugh if you don't like the story. I never understand flamers. Ehe.

Gah My Dorm

"Do you think she's up yet?" came the voice of Angelina.

"If she were up, then her eyes would be open," Alicia said.

"Not if she were trying to avoid talking to us," George said. What the hell was he doing up here?

"You have a point, my dear brother." You guessed it. Fred.

"Why are you guys here again?" Alicia asked, whom I'm guessing were the twins.

"Because Lee won't tell us anything," George said.

"Did you even ask?" Angelina asked. I bet she was giving them a hard stare.

"Maybe," Fred said slowly. I bet he just winked. I think I know my friends a little too much.

"How'd you get up here?" Alicia asked. Are they just going to have a conversation around my bed until it either wakes me up or I actually get up?

"This little thing called magic," George said. Someone just sat on my bed. Get off my bed, you fiend!

"Well, uh, this little thing called magic is preventing you from getting up here," Alicia said. I bet she's giving him a knowing smile. I know what they're doing even when I have my eyes closed.

"In that case, you'll never know my dear Alicia," George said. Ten galleons said he winked.

"Did you just wink at her?" Angelina asked, confused.

"I'm not sure, did I?" George asked, looking around.

"I think you might have," Fred said.

Okay, this is just weird. They're sitting around a sleeping Katie, taking about whether George just winked. How do I stop this?

Well Deary, you could just wake up.

But that would mean giving in and I don't want to!

Then, you're going to have to listen to stories about George's eye.

Bugger.

"Anyway," Angelina said, changing the subject that she just happened to have started anyway. "When's she going to wake up?"

"We should get water," Alicia suggested devilishly. Alicia! I'm astounded! Sweet little Alicia! She wants to dump water on me!

"Since when does our Alicia here think up evil plots like this one?" Fred asked.

"She's been with George for too long," Angelina said slyly. "Ouch, no need to hit!"

It was quiet for a moment but I heard one of my roommates, I think it was Courtney, roll over and mutter, "Bloody fifth years."

She probably shouldn't have said that seeing as I'm a fourth year and her hair is blue because of me. Just imagine what a fifth year can do. Oh the joy.

"Waiting is getting extremely boring," Fred complained. I think he just hit his head on my bed. Wow. A lot of that rhymes with Ed.

"Katie," George wined, shaking me. Well, this is not very comfortable. "Katie wake up."

I smacked his arms away.

"She hit me!" George complained.

"You shook me," I said slowly and tiredly.

"SHE LIVES!" Fred shouted.

"How'd you guys get up here?" I asked, using my tired voice. I like that voice. If I'm good enough at it, people leave me alone.

"Please don't answer that," Alicia said grumpily. I laughed to myself, already knowing the story.

"We wanted to know what happened," Angelina said eagerly, sitting on my bed. This was not how I wanted to spend my Sunday morning.

"And then we can paint each others nails and do our hair!" George said in a high-pitched girly voice.

"That was the worst girl voice I've ever heard," Fred said looking at his brother.

"And that is because I am a man!" George protested, puffing out his chest.

"No, and now you're Percy," Fred said, looking disgusted.

"Fine, fine, I can't do the bloody voices," George said, looking sad. We laughed at him because we're just that nice.

"Just tell us what happened already!" Angelina complained. Alicia took up the space at the end of my bed and Fred and George sat in the empty spaces.

So then, I had to explain yesterday. Again. With lots of 'Ooh's' and 'AHA! Squirrels.' And much much more.

They laughed… and laughed… and awed. But, it's okay because it can be.

"Katie?" Alicia asked as she picked something off of my bedside table. Oh crap. Oh crap. The note. The stupid note from Andrew. Stupid, stupid Katie for leaving the stupid, stupid note from that stupid, stupid Andrew. Everything stupid just got stupider.

"Alicia?" I asked as innocently and as nonembarrassedly as I could. So what if I can make up my own words? It's no big deal. Sometimes I wish I were seven again. I could kick butt at Quidditch (I still can but it was more impressive if it were a seven year old) boys still had cooties (and they would for a long time) I could make up my own words (and my friends would actually understand them) and no one would send notes because they were icky (and they still can be).

The four of them were now huddled in a group, reading the long pointless note that went from apparently Andrew to me. They laughed an awed and looked confused.

"I thought you liked surprises!" George protested.

I gave him a skeptical look.

"Never mind then," he said with a grin.

Monday, November 29th Breakfast

Wow, I lost my notebook. Actually, I think Fred and George might have taken it. I hope he didn't. But, anyway, in the past week I received a present from my brother. Apparently he's not as cheap as I thought he was. Trying to give me him as a present. That's just not cool.

Actually, he got me this broom fixing kit. It's awesome. All I need now is a really awesome broom to use my really awesome kit. It all makes sense, believe me.

You know what I just realized?

Yeah, anyway. It's almost December! And that means … well we already have snow… but it also means Christmas! And I still don't know if I want to go home. My family would be heart broken without me…. Okay, so they probably wouldn't even notice I was gone. How sad is that? They'd probably think I went to play with the house elf again. And I only did that once! But no, they still hold it against me. Stupid being sixness. Which means, I'll probably stay at Hogwarts… I mean, it's better this way. At home, there's no Kevin to keep my company and tear me out of my life of boredom. But at least here I can write him and send him stupid crap like fluffy… er… hats!

Wait, Dumbledore's talking.

"Students, seeing as there's another Hogsmade weekend coming up, I'd like to remind you to not leave your coffee cups on the Grounds. A couple of Hufflepuff first years happened to find them and told me a long story of their reasons of why it was Sirius Black who left them as a trap," Dumbledore explained with a twinkle in his eye.

Hmm. At least they found my mug. I was getting worried. The poor little first years. They're so pathetic. Even I wasn't that pathetic back in my first year. I've got to learn to write my name on the bottom of my mugs.

Common Room After classes

We're playing twister. I don't know why, but my cousin Stephanie sent it to me along with this letter on how stupid the school is over in the U.S.

Katie,

I haven't heard from you in a while. What's been happening at Hogwarts? Bloody American schools suck. No one likes the odd one. So, that leaves me to be a loner. Ish. I met this one guy. Except he never… talks. Well, he does. But only when it's like just you two. Otherwise he's a mute.

Not to mention that we have to swim. Swim! In front of people! But, the guy, let's call him James, introduced me to Twister. He's muggleborn so it makes sense. We went to some store thing and bought another one so I could send it to you. It's quite interesting by the way. Unless you end up falling and you lose and you get smushed under about four other people. (I played with him and his family the other day… therefore I know these things.)

Well, just thought I'd let you in on my jealousy because you're at the all fabulous Hogwarts while I'm stuck at this bloody thing some people call school. Gah.

Well, enjoy Twister. I know we did. Until I bruised my rib that is.

Love,

Stephanie

Okay, so it wasn't all about the school. But who cares anyway?

So, because we can, we're playing Twister. It's our first game and Alicia is the spinner person thing.

So far, Fred and George decided to make it interesting by getting as tangled up as possible and we only had to move like… three times.

So, at the moment, I'm arched over Fred who's left leg is going through Angelina's who's somehow entangled with George and Lee. We're not quite sure how they got like that… but they did. Surprisingly, none of us have fallen yet. It's because we're so bloody good!

"Okay, okay," Alicia said, trying to be serious. But, alas, she failed. "George! No making faces at the spinner person!" I could see her rolling her eyes. "Okay, right hand red."

The mass of bodies moved so that they could all get a right hand on red. Boy, this was very uncomfortable. Someone has their elbow in my lower back. I'm facing the ceiling so yeah.

"Bloody hell!" I scream, falling and knocking everyone (which was everyone) that was underneath me down also. Poor Lee. He was on the bottom.

"Lee loses!" Fred shouts, using my head to stand up. How he got out of the pile of bodies, I shall never know.

"What? Katie loses!" Lee protested. Merlin, you'd think he'd be nice to me since the whole dating thing. Yes, me and Lee are officially dating. Wow, I never thought I'd say that. Hmm.

"WHAT! How do I lose?" I asked, pouting, as I put my hands on my hips and looked at him.

"You knocked us over!" he shouted. Oh no he didn't.

"You touched the ground first!" I protested. Whoot! Go me!

"But… but," Lee started. "Oh never mind."

I sat on the couch. "Alicia, you're up," Fred said, sitting next to me.

We played that for about three hours. Ginny even played for a bit until she realized that she had some homework to do still.

Friday, December 3rd in a broom closet with George

Yes. I'm sitting a broom closet with George. It's not that quite long of a story if you think about it. It was basically just sheer boredom and well, George and me got partnered up. Not that I mind. George is the mastermind of just about everything that has to do with fun. Of course, Lee and Fred might disagree with some of that but eh, oh well.

Wow, that sounded weird. Maybe I should explain myself.

We're playing hide in seek in the dark at Hogwarts. It's pretty awesome actually except that we have to avoid teachers at all costs seeing as it's eleven at night right now and our curfew has passed.

George and me got partnered up to do this. Back in the common room it was Me, Alicia, Angelina, George, Fred, and, of course, Lee. We were insanely bored until George decided to yell out. "LETS PLAY HIDE AND SEEK!"

Now, as much as I like scaring first years, I don't like making them scream. Bloody demons have the highest voices I've ever heard!

"Why?" I asked dully, putting my feet on Lee's lap and entwining my fingers with his.

"Becauuuuseeee," George whined. Ha, someone's a little too hyper for their own good. It's rather amusing to see him jumping up and down… and up and down…

And up….

And down….

We watched him do so for a couple of seconds and then Alicia grabbed his shoulder and forced him on the chair.

He calmed down and said, "Because I'm bored." I love my mature friends. They're the bon digity.

So anyway, this is how I ended up here. In a closet. With George Weasley.

"They'll never find us in here, Katie," George said, proud of his awesome hiding spot. I have to admit that it is a good spot.

"Yeah, especially 'cause they can't use their wands," I said with a childish look.

I'm pretty sure he ginned back. If not, then he had a really weird look on his face.

So, we're both sitting scrunched up in two balls in a closet, whispering so that no one outside can hear us. How bizarre. Stupid George and his stupid ideas.

"George! Did you hear that?" I whispered.

"Yeah, quick! Take the mop!" George said.

George pushed a mop over our faces as the door opened and Filch looked around.

"Bloody kids," he said, taking the mop right out of our hands and turning away without even seeing us. That is just pure luck right there.

Filch then shut the door and George and me let out a deep breath and a cough. That mop smelled horrible!

It did! It smelled like kid barf and pumpkin juice.

"Merlin George," I groaned. "You threw an icky tossed cookies mop on us!" I was now gagging. But still, it was a miracle we didn't get caught. I wonder if Alicia and Fred found Angelina and Lee yet….

"I didn't know it was going to be covered in kid barf," George said, gagging alongside me.

"Oh, Merlin," I said, covering my mouth. It smelled horrible. Like… like moldy hot chocolate!

"Should we leave the closet?" George asked, turning green. I hate it how bad smells linger… but good smells are gone in like… a millisecond!

"No," I said. Stupid me and my damn stubbornness to win! "They'll find us if we sneak somewhere else."

"Yeah, you're right," George said. "Fred's got a keen sense of smell…."

"That's really bizarre, George," I said, looking at him like wow.

"Yeah," George said. "He got the smell and I got the hearing so it's all equal over with the Weasley Bunch."

I laughed and he covered my mouth.

"You're hair… looks lighter," George pointed out, pulling out a strand of my hair.

"Of course it does, George," I said, snatching the hair back. I don't want any cloned Katie's walking around Hogwarts. I can't even handle myself!

"Are those ears coming in handy?" I asked George through his hand. So, it really came out as more of a 'rosearsingdy' Stupid hand.

"Yeah," George said as the door opened.

There stood an Alicia and a Fred, both with a look of triumph on their faces.

"Found you!" Fred shouted.

"Shhhhh," we all shushed.

"Where are the others?" I asked, finally, getting out of the closet, that icky smell leaving.

"We're not sure," Alicia confessed. "I asked a few ghosts but they're just oblivious to the world."

My Dorm

It turns out that Angelina and Lee were hiding in suits of armor and walking around the school. Pretty smart if you ask me.

My hair is still red by the way. But it's looking slightly…pink. It's really weird. Well, last time I checked, which was this morning, it was looking pinkish.

"KATIE!" came the scream of Leanne, who was in the bathroom. Oh no. What happened? I wonder if she slipped on the blasted soap like me.

I ran into the bathroom and skidded to a halt next to Leanne who was looking into the mirror with a horrified face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, still focusing my eyes.

"LOOK!" she yelled, pointing to the mirror.

I turned to face the mirror, scared of what I might find. Once I saw clearly what was there, I saw a bright pink haired Leanne and a bright pink haired Katie!

Yeah, so I wasn't imagining the pink in my hair! I thought it was just starting to wear off! This isn't right. Lee Jordan's in for some trouble.

"LEE JORDAN!" I screamed as me and Leanne made our way up to the boy's dorm once more due to our hair. How weird did that sound?

"KATIE BELL!" Lee said as he opened the door. Before I could say anything he kissed me. Gah! No. This is not kissing time Katie. This is yell at Lee time. Gah. Okay, I lose.

Poor Leanne. She must feel awkward. Okay, stop for Leanne. I grabbed Lee's hair and pushed him away.

I gave him a death glare as he looked up at my hair and starts to laugh. Okay, that's not supposed to happen. He's supposed to get down on his knees and beg me for my forgiveness. Not laugh at my head. Something's wrong with this child. Could that be why I like him?

Merlin, I didn't even realize it for a while. I'm very, very oblivious to things. I'm like a freaking ghost. Eh, oh well.

"You know, I could laugh at you too," I said. He didn't stop. Okay, so maybe my threats suck. If only he were a second year. Then they'd seem dangerous. Oh wait. No they wouldn't.

Note to self: Get an improving threats book.

Anyway.

"What happened to your hair?" he asked. Leanne now decided to glare at him.

"What kind of dye did you use?" I asked, pushing him into his dorm with Leanne behind me.

"Uh, Aunt Sophia's Radical Hippie… dye," Lee said trying to thing and then slowing down after he heard what he was saying.

Oh, he's so going to pay.

So now, I have hair like a radical hippie. Isn't that just fine and dandy?

Leanne screamed and punched Lee in the shoulder. Wow, this girl has gotten a lot bolder over the year. She doesn't even know Lee and she's hitting him. Before, she wouldn't even say hi. Aw, my work is proceeding. That just made my day.

"Ow," Lee said, backing up.

"Now, Leanne, no need to get violent," I said, holding her shoulders. Who knows what could happen? I've never seen this girl at full rage and … well… now she has pink hair. It might get ugly.

"I was only going to threaten him with cabbages," Leanne said quietly, blushing slightly.

"Cabbages?" Lee and me asked in union. Great, we're starting that.

"Old family secret," Leanne said. "You go up to the mischief maker and tickled under his arms with cabbages."

I raised an eyebrow. Leanne sure does have a weird family. (GO NEIL)

"Is it now?" I asked her.

"Yes, my grandmother taught it to me when I was four," Leanne said proudly. Yup. Creepy family.

"Right," I said. "So Lee, what's going to happen to our hair?"

Lee ran into the bathroom and pulled out a small container with a witch that had bright pink hair on the front.

Couldn't he see the bright pink haired picture? Oh jeez. I like a dumbass.

"So what's going to happen?" I asked Lee in a frustrated voice, tapping my foot. Leanne was behind me, also, tapping hers.

"Uh, Katie," Lee said. "You might not like this."

A/n: Ehe, I'm mean and didn't tell you what would happen. I think this qualifies as a cliffhanger! Guess what! The first person to review for this chapter is the 100th reviewer! YAY! Anyway, how'd you like it? And should I start a new one? I'll keep writing this one but anyone have any ideas for a new story?

Gracias

-Snuffles