A/n: Good Lord, you know what sucks? When your hard drive gets all screwy so you have to get another one and you lost all of your other files on the old one. All of your other files being 30 chapters of your fanfic. Sorry, I just had to rant about that because it's been annoying me.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling mine as well own the earth. Kind of like Emerson… but that's a whole other story. He owns the internet and mugglenet and apparently my stereo (I have an Emerson stereo!) and soon the be ETV. I don't even own the "that's pretty much basically amazing." Everything but that belongs to Jo… but the basically amazing thing belongs to Rachable.
The Crazy LifeChapter 30
Detention (Saturday, February 5th)I took that long, dreadful walk to Snape's office where I'd be doing detention tonight. It really is a horrible walk. I mean, you go from cheery Hogwarts Halls with students all around… and then you hit the dungeons with the cobwebs in the corners and the dark and dank hallways. It's horrible. If there was a brochure and they showed the dungeons I don't think anyone would come. They'd be too scared. Okay, so that was a lame way to describe this but that's alright because I basically go to the point, right?
"Bell," Snape said grimly when I walked into the classroom. I didn't go any further than the door.
"Sir," I said.
"You will be counting the number of newt eyes I have in these jars." He waved his wand and at least fifty jars appeared out of nowhere. Not to mention how small newt eyes are. They're like a centimeter all around. This is going to take all night.
"Yes, Sir," I said, not making eye contact.
"Look at me when I speak to you, Ms. Bell," Snape said. I was quite close to kicking Snape right in the shins. But I didn't, even though I should have. He really deserves it. Maybe I'll give it to him as a late Christmas present. I don't think he'd appreciate it that much though.
"Look to me when I speak to you," I mocked under my breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing Sir," I said innocently.
"Let's hope so," he said. "I want you to record the results on this parchment." He flicked his wand and about a foot of parchment was magically produced onto the table. "I will be making hourly check-ups. I expect at least 4 jars done every hour."
As he turned and left the room I stood there just gaping at him. Four jars every hour? That's bloody well impossible! I'll be here all night! Do you know how big these jars are! They're bigger than my head! And I have a pretty big head! Well, okay so it's not that big, but still! Those things are HUGE!
Two Hours LaterOkay, so after two jars, I counted four thousand eight hundred and seventy three eyes. Not only was that hard but it was disgusting! Not to mention that I only got through five jars. Snape wasn't too happy about that.
But I sulked back to the Common Room because Snape said that he couldn't stand the sight of me anymore. Which I thought was awfully rude of him but whatever. On the way up I walked with my hands as far away from me as humanly possible. They were covered in newt eyes. How would you feel if you hands were covered in newt eyes? I'm guessing you wouldn't feel too good, am I right? You know I am. And I didn't even count the ones stuck to my hands. So there's even more than I counted. Gah, this is really annoying.
Just because of the detention I was in a horrible mood. I saw a couple of first years on the way up to the Common Room whom I pretty sure were laughing at the fact that I didn't want to touch my hands. I gave them the deathliest death glare that I could muster and said, "You listen here, I'm a prefect and if you don't stop your muttering I'm going to have to give you detention." Well, even though I'm not a prefect and the little twerps should know that by now, they bought it and walked away, red and very scared. That made me feel a little bit better.
Once I got back up to the Common Room I saw Lee sitting there waiting for me on the couch. He gave me a sad sort of smile. I wonder what's up with him. I wandered across the room to go sit next to him. He looked at me sadly in the eyes. Maybe he's sad. Maybe his cat died. Did Lee even have a cat?
"Lee, what's wrong? Is it the twins? Do I need to kick their butts?" I asked him, uncertain and completely not expecting what was going to happen next.
"It's… it's not the twins Katie," Lee said, taking my hand and holding them in both of his hands. "What's all over your hands?"
"Er… newt eyes," I said sheepishly.
"Scourgify." He did my hands and then his.
"Thanks."
"Listen, can we go somewhere more… quiet?"
I looked at him, confused, and nodded. "Alright. Where to?"
"Lets go to the Astronomy Tower," Lee said.
"Um, all right then," I said, following him out of the Common Room. We were both quiet the whole way up there with no interruptions or anything.
Once we got up there, I walked over to the window and looked down. It was a long way down. Just imagine falling from way up here to way down there. It'd take like five minutes just to get half way! Maybe not… But it would take quite a while because the Astronomy Tower is the highest in the whole school! I think… something like that or close to it at least.
Anyway, it was oddly empty. Normally there were couples up here snogging all the time. Once Fred and George and me set off a dung bomb way back when I was in second year. It was the end of the school year and a whole bunch of seventh years were up here and we just happened to be passing by. It was all in innocence of course. We wouldn't want any little babies at graduation now would we? So all in all I was doing them a favor! But they didn't really appreciate it all that much.
"Katie, I… I think we need to talk," Lee said, not making eye contact with me but staring down at his feet.
My stomach did a flip. I think I know what he's doing. I mean, after "I think we need to talk" it's not that hard to see where's he's going with this.
"Wh-what about?" I asked uncertain that I really wanted to know so I played dumb and pretended that I didn't.
"Well, it's… I just don't… I don't think… we're not… we're not connecting like we used to when we started going out," Lee said finally, still not making eye contact. I didn't say anything. I just stared at him. "And… and I don't think we should see each other any more."
"Seriously?" I asked softly no longer attempting to make eye contact. At this point I couldn't believe what he had just said.
"Seriously."
"Well… um… alright."
Seriously, how else do you respond to that? 'I hate your guts! Never talk to me again!' or 'That's alright I really didn't fancy you at all.' Or my favorite 'You look like you want to fly, how about a trip out the window?'
"Right, well I suppose we'd better get back to the Common Room," Lee said nervously.
"Right, we don't want to get caught out of bed at… eleven thirty at night. Especially when there's a murderer on the loose," I said with a nervous and uncomfortable laugh.
And we walked in silence back to the Common Room.
Without saying a good-bye to each other we departed up to the girls dorms and the boys.
I sulked up to my room where Leanne was reading on her bed, Debbie was writing an essay for McGonagal, and the others were asleep. The two that were awake looked up when I came in.
"Hey Katie, how was detention with Sna-?" Leanne started to say but then saw my face. My eyes were red and puffy and I was keeping my mouth closed extremely tight so I wouldn't make a sound that even gave the slightest hint of a sob. "Katie what's wrong?" Leanne jumped up off of her bed and ran over to me followed by Debbie.
I opened my mouth a teeny tiny bit and a little squeak came out and I flung my hand over it in fear that another might escape.
"Katie, honey, what's wrong?" Debbie asked putting a comforting arm around my shoulders. I just shook my head.
"Come on, you can tell us," Leanne said calmly. I could see her giving Debbie a worried look.
"I-it's nothing guys, really," I assured them. But that was bold-faced lie and they knew it right away.
"Katherine Anne Bell, that is a lie and you know it!" Leanne said sternly. I cringed at my full name.
"No, really. I'm just tired," I said, walking over to my bed where I found a rolled up piece of parchment. "W-what's this?" I asked the two, refusing to let the tears fall. I really wasn't expecting that. Not today. Not now. Not for a while at least.
"It's a letter from Daniel," Leanne said absentmindedly. "But tell us what's wrong!"
"I'll tell you later," I said back to them, picking up the parchment and opening it. There was a bigger piece of parchment and then a smaller, more official one fell out.
Dear Katie,
Hey! It's the Aussie again. You're last letter… well it was interesting. We were all fighting to read it. Feel loved. Feel loved. Everyone mobbed us with questions. One of my favorites was, 'Were the girls there gorgeous, mate?' I, of course, said yes.
How was the funeral my little bell? Did you make it through the whole way? Do I need to hurt some disrespectful relatives? Bugger! I was going to ask you something but I forgot!
How's life back at Hogwarts? Brilliant? Horrible? Insane? We're all thinking of coming back to visit this summer. Merlin, what was I going to ask?
How's everything with Lee? The twins? The girls?
Well anyway, Madison wanted me to give you this:
I opened up the smaller piece of parchment.
Dear Ms. Borden,
We are sorry about your inconvenience. If the problem continues, please report to us directly as apposed to an owl. Thank you for your time and cooperation.
Signature,
Kieran Scott
She said that it was pure dragon dung. Which I completely agree with. The inconvenience was with the freaking Ministry! Sorry, I wanted to rant about that.
Well, at the moment, I have to go. My Charms teacher is talking about something that I need to know for my exam… which I don't understand and that's probably not good.So I'm going to go but I'll write sometime this week. Write me back!
Adios from Melbourne!
Daniel the Dan Man (I'm working on new nick names)
Merlin, Daniel has some good timing. His letter cheered me up a bit. Well, except for the part about the ministry. That was just horrible. Bloody ministry. I wish Dumbledore were Minister. That'd just be awesome. But he doesn't want to be minister! I bet the suit would clash with his beard or something like that.
"Katie you can't ignore us forever," Debbie said as I tucked the letter under a picture of Lee and me on my bedside table. Well, that picture's going down. I flipped it face down. I'll find some use for it later.
"Watch me."
"Why'd you put the picture like that?" Leanne asked suspiciously.
"No reason," I mumbled into my pillow.
"Katie," the two said together in a coaxing voice.
"Guys, I'm just tired I swear," I mumbled again.
"Should we get Angelina and Alicia?" Debbie asked Leanne.
"What about the twins? They can cheer her up," Leanne said.
"True, but they can't get into the girls dorm, now can they Merlin," Debbie said to Leanne. Silly Leanne.
"Oh yeah…"
"Guys, just let me be for a few. I'm tired. I need sleep. I just spent two hours counting newt eyes. Two hours! I think I should get some well-deserved sleep," I said, throwing my pillow over my head.
"Is it Lee? Do I need to beat him up?"
I didn't respond. I actually don't want her to beat him up. What I really want to know is why? What possessed him to do that? '…we're not connecting like we used to…' he is so full of it! If anything we're more connected than before. I bet he likes someone else. I'll just hurt her. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Or not. Because now I feel like… a girl who can't live without a guy. I'm completely independent.
"Katie?"
"Hmmblekptheme," I mumbled into my pillow. I didn't even say the whole thing, just random parts of it so there's no way they could possibly-
"He did what!" Leanne shouted in disbelief.
Good grief, I've really got work on my not letting anyone be able to comprehend what I'm saying ability.
"Nuthin," I said softly.
"Katie Bell, you are a horrible liar."
"So?"
"You need to tell us what's wrong!"
"Says who?"
"Do I need to get your Quidditch captain out here?" Leanne asked threateningly.
"Why Oliver?"
"I'll make him make you do laps!"
I couldn't help but laugh. My mind has been corrupted. "Very funny," I mumbled miserably.
Wednesday February 10thMy "diary" has been stolen for two days courtesy of none other than Alicia and Angelina. Apparently they like to know what goes on inside my head too. I got it back by jumping on Ang's back and biting Alicia's arm. But I got it back… after they read everything inside if of course. But I still won.
But anyway, now the whole school knows what's happened between Lee and me. I keep getting sympathy looks from people. Well, actually, some girls are giving me looks of death and that one second year chick is giving me a look of death mixed with a look of glee, shaken up nicely of course.
"Katie!" I hear someone call my name. But being still every so annoyed and weird about what happened with me and Lee I ignored the person although I should have known right then and there who it was. I mean, he as only been my quidditch captain for two years and I head his voice yelling at my almost everyday. "KATIE BELL!" I still ignore him. I was never his favorite chaser on the team. He preferred Angelina. She was much more aggressive than I was.
Then I felt a tug on my shoulder and I turned around. Staring me straight in the eye I see none other than Mr. Oliver Wood. Kick him in the shin? Or knee him in the groin? Hm.. choices, choices…
"What do you want, Wood?" I ask grimly. Hey, he interrupted my walkingness. I have the right to be grim. This is cutting minutes off of my free period.
"You have a free period now don't you?" he asked, his Scottish accent really thick.
I nodded and said, "Mhmm."
"Want to play a round of quidditch then?"
I considered it for a moment. "Wel-"
"Before you answer, this is not a practice. Just a game. Of… whatever we can make of it with only two people," he said with a smile. Silly Oliver.
"Sure, why not? I've been needed to ease up on my nerves for a while," I said smiling a real smile for the first time in what felt like years. He smiled back at me. "Race ya to the lockers!" I shouted, running a good hundred feet ahead of him before he realized what was going on.
I ran out of the corridor after hearing a faint "Katie". I assume it was Oliver trying to cheat and get me to slow down.
Merlin, I don't remember the last time I actually smiled in the presence of Oliver Wood. Normally, if it even is a smile, it's a I'm-planning-something-evil smile that he doesn't appreciate. Mostly it's a scowl though… which I don't even think counts.
I reached the lockers a good ten seconds before Oliver did. We were both panting pretty hard but laughing all the same.
"I call Gryffindor!" Oliver shouted, lunging for some Gryffindor robes. What he means by that, I have no idea. "Here. Be Hufflepuff."
"What?" I asked as a mass of purple fabric flies towards my head. Then I get it. "I don't want to be Hufflepuff!" Not that I have anything against them. They're nice Hufflepuffs! Ha, I never realized how much fun it is to say Hufflepuff over and over again. Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff. All right, enough of that. I swear I can feel myself getting nice.
Ha! Just kidding of course!
"Come on, Katheriny," he said in a high pitched little kids voice.
"Katheriny?"
"I'm bad with nick names! So sue me!"
Not a clue what day it is or where I am. Or what time it is. All I know is that I'm hungry.
So I woke up in a white room. And I know that my dorm is anything but white. I think the only white spot is over by the window with the bird crud on it. Someone really needs to clean that off. I'd better make a note of that.
Anyway, I woke up and screamed. I mean, how often to you wake up in a white room. Anyway, after my screaming fest I looked around and saw that the twins were sitting on one side of the bed and Alicia and Angelina were on the other and on the foot of my bed was Lee with some girl and then on the other side of the room was Debbie and Leanne standing there looking nervous. Standing there with them was Oliver and Harry.
"AH!" I screamed again. Hey, screaming isn't a crime is it? Then I'm good. Maybe I died. And they all died with me. That would be so completely awesome! Well, not really. Not even pretty much basically amazing.
After that last screamed, I realized people were looking at me. All… ten of them. Well, eleven if you count madam Pomfrey who came scurrying in after hearing my screams.
"What is it? What's wrong? What potion do I need?" she asked in alarm as I sat up straight. Uh-oh. I can't feel my hair on the back of my neck. That leaves three possible explanations. A) It's up in a hair tie. B) It's so messy that it's sticking up off my head higher than Mount Everest. Or C) the twins shaved my head.
Since no one was laughing, I'm guessing that eliminated the last two. Well, at least the last one.
"Where am I?" I asked, looking around the room. "Oh, it's just the hospital wing." It took a moment for that to click. "Why am I here?" I turned my head, which was actually very hard. I think I might have a stiff neck. "Why's my head heavy?"
"Er that's actually my fault Bell," came the Scottish accent of Oliver Wood. "You see, I threw the quaffle at you and you sort of kind of happened to catch it with your head. And I knocked you out. For a few days actually."
"Wait, wait, wait," I said, trying to take all of this information in at once. "I was knocked out?" The other nodded. "That's AWESOME!" They all gave me weird looks. "I mean bad, very bad."
"Yes, Katie, bad, but we did manage to get some of your hair for our cloning experiment," George said eagerly. I gasped in horror and I know what the others were thinking. As a matter of fact, Angelina said it for all of them.
"Another Katie?" she asked in horror. "Look what happened to the first one!"
"I was kidding!" George said with a laugh. "We're cloning Harry instead. Just imagine, two of the "Boy Who Lived"'ses. Well, something like that anyway."
"Two of me? I don't want there to be two of me!" Harry said, backing away from all of us. Poor Harry. Our whole Quidditch team makes fun of him. But we can't help it. To us he's a player, yes, but also the dorky kid with glasses. But there's no doubt about it, he'll look good when he gets older.
"Sheesh, Harry, we were thinking that if Black gets one of you, then we'll still have another!" Fred said with a laugh.
"Very funny, I'm going to go find your brother now," Harry said, slowly backing out of the Hospital Wing and then leaving at a run. The poor boy.
We laughed as he left and then there was an extremely awkward silence between all of us.
"So, um… Lee, who's this?" I asked boldly. I mean, you can't just bring another girl into the hospital wing while visiting your ex-girlfriend. It just doesn't sound right to me.
"This? This is Trisha Donaldson," Lee said. "She came to wait with me here." He sounded a little harsh.
"No need to get snippy! I was just asking who she was!" I pretty much snarled. He got up off of the bed and pulled this Trisha with him.
"Right, so anyway!" Alicia said daringly, trying to bring the conversation to a more… er… pleasant point. "Katie, do you know what day it is?"
"Well, seeing as I've been unconscious for the past however many days, I do not know what day it is," I said obviously.
"Valentines Day!" she squealed. Strike one Alicia. I saw out of the corner of my eye Angelina do that whole face palm thing. I don't know what to call it. How about something stupid like falm or pace? Sorry, it must be the bandages (which were why I couldn't feel my hair on the back of my neck! Who would have thought?). Facepalm? Does that make sense? Oh I give up. But that's exactly what Angelina did and Fred tried to cough back a laugh. Oliver was tugging nervously at his collar and George was… well being George.
"Is it now?" I asked, unenthusiastically, trying ever so hard to change the subject.
"Yes, and later tonight we're all going to Hogsmade! Aren't we guys?" Alicia asked, still completely oblivious to all of the stares of death that were being thrown at her. Strike two Alicia.
"Yes, Alicia," George said with a smile. Apparently he's just as oblivious. Great, they're both oblivious. They're perfect for each other.
"Well, isn't that fantastic," I said through my teeth. I'm becoming pretty good at doing that. Soon I'll be the master.
"And we're pretty much all in pairs!" Alicia said. Strike three, you're out! Will someone please shut this girl up? I mean, don't get me wrong. I love Alicia to death and everything but still! Does she not notice what she's doing? "Oh, well except for you and Oliver, Katie!" Are there strike fours? I know there are fours in golf…. But come on Alicia! It sounds like you're setting us up!
"Alicia, honey, why don't you take George to go get some butter beer and we'll meet you in the Three Broomsticks in an hour or so.
"Alright, I guess we'll see you guys later then!" she said and bounced happily out of the Hospital Wing with George by her side.
I let out a relived sigh as she left and sank further into my pillows.
"Well, someone needs to get her a muzzle!" Trisha said, breaking the silence. "I mean, she just doesn't shut up!" And then she laughed at herself. Ah, she snorts when she laughs! That's just fantastic. But it wasn't even if she was doing it accidentally! It was like a full on "lets snort to make a scene" snort!
I winced. Not only because of her laugh but because I just received an unwanted yet very strong headache. Fun. It's going to be a long day.
"I actually don't think I'll be able to join you guys," I said, trying not to let the relief that I probably had a major concussion or even possibly a cracked scull show in my voice. "Do you honestly think Pomfrey's going to let me out of here?"
"Of course I will, deary!" came the stern nurses voice. "I've always had a soft spot for the day of love! You go head and have fun with your friends. Just let me do this!" She pulled out her wand and tapped my head about five times, once on the front, once on the back, once on each side, and then in the direct middle. I could feel the bandages disappearing off of my head instantly.
I growled a little, hoping I wasn't heard, and she walked off. I really didn't want to spend Valentines Day with a bunch of couples. I mean, I could barely stand them together when I was part of a couple. Now I'm just like an extra broom part that always comes with the package but no one really needs. I mean, true. Fred and Angelina aren't officially going together yet, but they'll be there in no time at all. I can sense it. For the most part anyway.
"Well guys," I said, trying to be happy but guessing that it came out sounding rather grim. "It looks like I'm going to Hogsmade with you! I guess I'll just change then."
The, now, seven of us walked back up to the Gryffindor Common Room. Lee and Trisha waited outside seeing as Trisha was a Hufflepuff (oh how the truth dies). I made sure I went extra slow just so they had to sit out there by themselves for a longer time. I threw on some black sweatpants with the Hogwarts crest on the bum, a Weird Sisters t-shirt, a Hogwarts hoodie, and a pair of converse that I got for my birthday a couple years ago. Fortunately, my feet haven't grown since then, which is actually kind of sad. Quickly, I ran a brush through my hair and through it up in a hair tie, put on some eyeliner and ran out of the girls' dorm only to meet Oliver at the bottom.
"Wood," I said a little grimmer that I probably should have.
"Katie, listen, I really didn't mean to knock you out like that. We were just joking around!" Oliver said. I laughed in his expense. He's just apologizing and frankly, I don't blame him in the least. I mean, if I could remember what happened I might blame him but as far as I know I ran into a tree and he's just blaming himself.
"Captain, it's alright. I don't blame you at all! I can't even remember what happened! I mean, I could have been digested by the Giant Squid and I'd still have no idea, therefore, don't blame yourself!" I said with a laugh. He looked at me a little frustrated then smiled and we met the others further in the Common Room. Well, actually it was just Fred and Angelina. Apparently Leanne and Debbie had some date that I didn't know about (but will find out about soon enough mind you because they tell me everything… I hope).
We walked out of the Common Room and caught Lee and Trisha in midsnog. I just hope what's her face threatens her. Clarissa? Is that it? That's it. I threatened the little twerp; I wonder how she'd handle it…. That'd be an interesting thing to see.
"Are you sure? Do you want me to buy you something? A cashmere sweater? Merlin, what am I talking about. I don't even know what cashmere is! How about a necklace? Make-up? You wear that? Uh… Quidditch tickets? I don't know, Katie Bell, I demand you tell me!"
"Tell you what, Oliver? I don't want anything. And if it makes you feel better, I don't know what cashmere is either so it's all good," I said to him, putting my hand on the small of his back and pushing him further ahead to catch up with the rest of the group.
"If you don't tell me I'll make you fly laps!" I growled threateningly.
"I would like… for you to stick with the group," I said, walking up by Angelina. "Why are you hanging out with us little under classmen anyway? Don't you have a couple girlfriends or something in another part of the castle?" I knew that would tick him off. As far as I know, Oliver's gay.
"For your information, I broke up with all four of them and the fifth ditched me for Diggory," Oliver said with a smug grin. I think my Quidditch Captain is pregnant. His mood swings are just that crazy.
"Oliver Something-Or-Another Wood!" I shouted, punching his shoulder. "That's horrible!"
"Calm down Katearoo, I was only joking," he said laughing.
"Katearoo? You're just as bad as Daniel the Dan Man," I said to mainly myself with a little laugh because of the letter. Which reminds me, I still have to write back to him.
"Daniel the Dan Man?" Oliver asked as we all walked into the Three Broomsticks.
"Long story involving an Aussie," I said, walking up to the bar and buying the group butterbeer.
Hogsmade and Valentines Day pretty much went along like that the whole time. Everyone was being mushy and gushy and pretty much disgusting. They're all lucky I didn't gag and puke on them or something. Because I was very tempted. But as for now, to write back to Daniel!
Dear Daniel the Dan Man (you're horrible with nicknames, did you know that?)
Aw, you think we're gorgeous! You deserve a cookie for that one. And if I had any cookies that wouldn't get old and such over the long owl ride then I would send you some. Also, having baking skills help a bit.
Oof, the funeral. That was just insane. I ended up having to baby sit mountains upon mountains of cousins. I swear it was pure torture. You could have come and crashed it. I wouldn't have minded. We lost a lot of fish that night because kids like breaking things. You know, like pet goldfish. Not like… ocean fish? I don't know where I'm going with this.
Hogwarts is pretty much the same. Fireplaces, homework, "drama", and annoying little second years. You goys need to come back! Think we'd get in trouble if we mail ordered you? Come down in July. It's always nice in July. You can stay at my house, or we can all stay at the Weasley's! Or we could meet up at the Quidditch World Cup! We normally get tickets but now that it's near us for a change, we're most definitely going.
Lee's good, he's going out with some girl named Trisha Donaldson. I just woke up and it was there. Literally. A quaffle (I know, normally it's a bludger) knocked me out and when I woke up, BAM! That wasn't literally because then I might be still knocked out. Anyway, I woke up today, Valentines Day. What a day to wake up, eh? It was pretty much horrible.
Anyway, the twins are as prankingster-like as ever. Right now they're working on some "top secret" project. I caught a glance of a blueprint of some of it. And all I saw was an ear. It was quite strange. But they're the twins so it's bound to blow up or come in handy.
The girls are fine. They want to know when you're coming back down to visit. Alicia's decided that if you three don't come back then we're coming to visit in Melbourne. Which I'm completely for by the way. How's Madison and Abigail? Are they doing alright? Send them my love or something like that.
Our Ministry sucks. I'm going to tear it down one day and put up Katie Land because just imagine land that was just like my mind imagined. There'd be loads of chocolate and quidditch and bloody brilliant quidditch players if you get what I'm saying. You can hand out candy floss! That'd be fantastic!
Good Luck on your charms exam mid termy thing! Make the others write! You weren't even my exchange kid and I'm writing to you!
Love and Miss you lots,
Katearoo (courtesy of my deranged quidditch captain…)
Well, now I'm off to bed!
A/n: I know, another long wait. And I'm completely and utterly sorry. I'll try to make the next one longer! But I know where I'm going with this. But look on the bright side! My last exam is tomorrow and then I'll be all yours for the summer! Well, I hope you enjoyed it! I know what happened was completely random but who understands guys minds anyway! Well, I understand Lee's mind but only because I know what's going on inside it… ish. Right, well I promise to update sooner! Review! Thanks!
-Ashley
