A/n: It's brilliant! I finally have my computer back! My dear, sweet computer! It's amazing! AND now I can write as opposed to how I couldn't all summer. That sucked. But yeah, this chapter should be better, I hope.

Tuesday February 16th

Tuesday. It's so random. It makes seven days of the week but it's such a pointless day. I know, I know, seven is the most powerful magical number but still! I mean, come on. Tuesday. What even is a Tues? (But then again what's a Mon and a Wed and a Thurs?) I think I was born on a Tuesday. Life's a bum.

Anyway, it's Tuesday morning. Five thirty to be exact. Why am I up at five thirty, you may ask? (and if you didn't ask then I'm going to tell you anyway) It's because I couldn't sleep. I really couldn't. Normally that happens when something exciting is happening. But it's Tuesday! Nothing exciting happens on Tuesdays! So why in the name of Merlin am I up so friggen early!

I have no idea. Like I said, life's a bum. Life's a big bum. A big hairy bum with a wart.

Ew gross.

Maybe Alicia "accidentally" snuck up here in the middle of the night and… filled my liver with sugar quills. What if it explodes? What if I die! I'm going to kill Alicia. Before I die from sugar quills in the liver poisoning.

At the moment I'm sneaking down to the Common Room because not only am I up, but also I'm also incredibly hyper (thanks to Alicia). So, yeah walking down to the Common Room. Maybe I'll go for a run. That'd be spiffy. But where?

Six Thirty

Right, so I found a place to run. It was a very long run, too. Like… twice around the castle long. Do you know how big the castle is? It looks bigger on the inside my ass! It's friggen huge!

Twice. Twice I ran around this bloody thing and I think I may die. Die a long but painless death seeing as my legs are numb from cold.

I just walked into the Common Room. ("Up a bit late, you are," the Fat Lady said to me, thinking that I just got in.) I don't think I can go another step, so I collapse on the couch.

Ah, nice comfy Gryffindor Common Room Couch. My first love. Me gusta. I like it. So comfy and fluffy and I think I may fall asleep. Finally. So great.

Ha, it's even better on my stomach.

"AH!" someone screamed, scaring the crap out of me.

"What the hell?" I mutter into my pillow. I look over. What the hell? Why is he- "Er… Lee?"

"Katie?"

"Why are you down here?" I ask, completely tired, scared, and confused.

"George." That seemed like an odd answer to "why are you down here?" didn't it?

"George?"

"George snores."

"Ahh." Now it makes more sense.

"Loudly."

"That sucks."

"Yes, yes it does."

"Is he sick?"

"Most likely."

"Shove marshies up his nose."

"Marshies?"

"Marshmallows."

"Ah."

"Marshmallows?" Another voice casually joined our conversation. The voice was familiar. I can hear it yelling plays in my ear in the pouring rain, demonic sun, and freezing snow.

It was none other than the Oliver Wood. The evil Quidditch captain who likes watching his whole entire team suffer long and painful deaths. One day he's going to bring out an axe and swing it around saying it's the other team. And he's going to kill us and he'll never win the Cup that way.

"We meet again," I say as he sits on the back of my legs. "Ow, fatty! I need those for Quidditch."

"Move 'em then!" he says back to me.

I pull both legs out from underneath him and use them to kick Oliver off of the couch. Heh, I just kicked my Quidditch captain.

Whoops.

I kicked my Quidditch captain on top of Lee. Heh. That must be uncomfortable.

I laugh at them. It's amusing all the same though. I mean, how often do you get the chance to see your captain on top of your friend?

"Erm… Oliver? If you don't mind…" Lee says hesitantly. It's quite funny. Both are red in the face and I commandeered the couch. GO ME!

I rock. I rock like my big, greasy Italian cousin, Louie, trying to walk across a thin board. That's not pretty, let me tell you. Poor Louie. I don't know if he'll ever be able to have kids.

Anyway…

"Oh… yeah. Sorry Lee," Oliver says, standing up and shooting a glare at me. I put my arms up in a 'what did I do?' kind of way. He just shakes his head and goes to sit on the couch.

But I'm smart. I learn from my mistakes and lift my feet before he does so and turn so I'm on my back then slam my legs onto Oliver's lap. I'm such a good little chaser.

Oliver just gave me a look that plainly says 'haha and you think you can hurt me'. Lee's watching like it's a tennis match. I give Oliver a 'wanna bet?' look and he returns with a 'bring it' look.

Well, not really 'bring it' because Oliver saying 'bring it' is just funny. Can you just imagine at like a Quidditch match against Slytherin? I could see it now.

Oliver shaking hands with Flint and going 'bring it' in a high pitched girly voice. Heh, Oliver in a high pitched girly voice is just funny. Good thing he can't read minds.

"What the hell kind of look is that?" Lee asks with a laugh. I look at him and glare, realizing what he's talking about. Oliver's 'bring it' look got me a half smile on my face with one eyebrow (WHOOT!) raised.

"It's a 'I'm laughing at Oliver's 'bring it' look' look, " I say smartly, crossing my arms with my head turned toward Lee. He rolls his eyes and stands up. "Nice shirt, Jordan," I say, looking at the shirt with little baby dragons all over it.

"Thanks!" he says with a grin, standing straight and broad.

I roll my eyes, pull my feet off of Oliver, and sit up on the couch.

Annnnnnnd here comes the awkward silence.

I look from Quidditch captain to ex-boyfriend, wondering what to say. Things run through my mind such as "how 'bout them Yankees?" and "so there's this lion, witch, and a wardrobe…" and "MOTHER OF SQUIRRELS! LOOK AT THAT FLYING PIG!" and then wait to see how many things people have to do because they said, "psh, yeah when pigs fly!"

But I say none of these things because I say, "Did you know that each year thirty thousand people are injured by exercise equipment?"

The two look over and give me the weirdest look.

Lee says, "What the hell, Bell?" while Oliver looks over and says, "What's exercise equipment?" I look at Lee and he looks at me and we catch each other's eye and burst into laughter. Sorry, but having a Quidditch captain that clueless is amazing. I mean, having someone be your captain who is as fit as Oliver who doesn't know what exercise equipment is, is really funny.

"How does he come up with so many awesome plays?" Lee asks, tears of laughter pouring down his face.

I laugh even harder due to the fact that Lee just complimented and insulted Oliver at the same time.

"It wasn't that funny," Oliver says, disgruntled.

"You're right. It wasn't funny," I say, clutching my side and looking at him with a straight face. "It was downright stupid." Oliver scowls at me and I give him an innocent look.

"What the bloody hell is going on down here?" came the annoyed voice of my dear buddy, Leanne.

"Oliver's an idiot," Lee says simply.

Leanne looks in shock from Lee to me to Oliver back to Lee then to me and raises both eyebrows. Obviously she hasn't mastered the skill of just one yet.

"So… um… I take it you too are back on speaking terms?" she asks uncertainly. Last time she did that I threw a book at her head. It was a big book too. Like the size of… the Bible? Yeah sure.

I look at Lee. Glare for a second, and then smile. "Yeah, I guess we are," I say simply.

"Wow, you got over him fast," comments Oliver with a nod of his head.

I blush a little and Lee becomes fascinated with his little baby dragon shirt. Leanne mutters something that sounds oddly enough like "insensitive" but it was hard to tell.

She looks around at us all, and then at her watch. "What the hell are you guys doing up so early anyway?" she asks, outraged.

"Why, what time is it?" I ask, trying to peer over at her watch.

"Seven forty five," she says.

"Hm… I could still catch the shower," I say quietly. And without warning I jump up and over Lee, who was sitting on the floor, and sprint up the stairs into the bathroom, locking the door. CONQUER!

Tuesday, February 23rd

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST KEVIN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

It's Kevin's birthday. I told him he'd better get his Little Bell Ass over here so that I can throw him a proper party. But I've got to figure out how old he is. I'm guessing nineteen. I mean he graduated last year right? And in the process of last year he turned eighteen, correct? Therefore making him nineteen? I was never good at math so we're just going to pretend that it's Kevin's nineteenth birthday.

Anyway, I sent him a threatening letter. It went something like this.

Hey Kevin!

It's almost your birthday and I'm commanding you to come to Hogsmade. I'm getting… I don't know who but someone to sneak into Hogsmade with me and we can party it up at the Three Broomsticks and I can buy you your present. Well, you can pick it out I suppose.

Anyway, come here and meet me in front of the Three Broomsticks on your birthday at noon. See you then.

The most amazing:

Katie.

So I am currently on my way to meet Kevin and Emily. Of course being a Bell, I'm late. But not too late. Me and George left the castle at eleven fifty five so we should be there by five after or something like that. I'm a very bad estimator. Like the time I was supposed to add a pinch of dragon warts to my potion in Potions (duh Katie) and I added like a handful. The results? Not too good. Snape had three eyes.

"Katie!" George complained as we crawled on our stomachs under the gate to get off of Hogwarts grounds.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

"Why couldn't we open the gate? Or fly? Or apparate?" he asked, annoyed. I don't blame him. The ground was wet and cold. And wet. And muddy. Ew! I crawled through something that looked like the Tossed your cookies puddle!

"Because we can't. Alicia has my broom. And you can't apparate into or out of Hogwarts stupid," I explained. I grinned back at him. "Besides, I like making people's lives difficult."

George muttered something under his breath. "Damn! My jacket's caught!" he yelled. I finally made it all the way through and freed him from the wrath of the demon fence. "Spells don't work properly in the cold," George randomly said, standing up and looking at his feet.

"Why?" I asked, thinking of what my spell could have possibly done.

"Because you made my socks disappear," George said, waving his own wand and making pink socks appear over his jeans.

I laughed.

Hard.

Because laughing at a Weasley is fun.

George looked down with a frown. Then smiled and said, "Eh, works for me." I shrugged and we walked to the Three Broomsticks where we saw Kevin and Emily standing there looking like Popsicles.

"'K' to the 'EVIN'!" I shouted, running up and hugging this demented thing some people like to call my family. "Happy Birthday, git."

"I love my sister," he muttered under his breath. "Hello there!"

"Mean!" I shout, still hugging him.

"What have you brought with us here?" he asked, looking at the redheaded Weasley. Wait; there is no not redheaded Weasley. Hm….

"This is a George," I said, pointing to George and leading him to his doom as I turned to Emily. "Hi!" I said, hugging her too.

"What's a George?" Kevin asked, looking down at the Weasley.

"A George is this?" I say uncertainly. "Er… lets go inside?" I offer.

The other three shrug and we all walk inside. Kevin goes up to the bar to get us some drinks leaving George, Emily, and me to find a table. Which was quite easy actually do to the fact that technically this wasn't a Hogsmade weekend for us Hogwarts students so there weren't like… a hundred people crowding this tiny place.

We found a nice booth.

"So, what happened to Lee?" Emily asked right out. I looked at George who had the Weasley grin on.

"Eh, we had our differences," I said with a shrug. At this point I don't care. But that was random. Trust me. I grew up with random. Like randomly finding out that Mum and Dad's first two kids both have names that start with 'K'. Seriously, I just realized that like last year.

"Well, it's nice you found a better looking one," Emily said with a slight smile.

I look at George who looks rather smug. I think Emily thought that what she said would make me feel better. Nope. But George's grinning is really creeping me out. He's giving me the whole I'm a better looking twin look. Scury.

"No! No, no, no," I said quickly after realizing what she meant by what she said. "We're not dating. He's just my friend."

"You're very good looking friend," George added. He just had to add that, didn't he? Gah. Stupid George. I'm going to put a lobster in his pants one day. Ohh the pain.

Emily laughed as Kevin came back over and sat down next to her. Kevin passed us each a bottle of firewhiskey. I looked up at my brother. Apparently he has no idea what he just passed his purely innocent, never drank before (except when my dad put the whiskey in the iced tea and I downed that), little sister!

"Uhh… Kevin?" I asked uncertain whether or not to open it. He looked up at me, a little concerned. I glance at George who has a childish grin on his face as he takes a sip of the firewhiskey. Then laugh as he gags a bit. "Are you aware that you just gave a fifteen year old and a fourteen year old firewhiskey?" I asked. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Um… yes," he said, gulping his.

"Hmm… okay," I said, opening my own bottle and looking at the contents inside. I really hope this isn't like dad's whiskey…. I swirl it around a little in its bottle and watch as it changes colors. Apparently magic does that to this stuff. Oh cool! It made a little dragon shaped swirl in there! This stuff is amazing!

After a quick sniff of the stuff (which smelled amazing by the way) I took a large sip of it.

The effect was instant. My stomach instantly felt light and my throat burned. It was a very peculiar sensation. Much better than the iced tea incident. I take another gulp and giggle a little. George laughs too. Kevin claps me on the shoulder.

I think my brother's getting me drunk.

Dad'll kill him.

But since the word "mature" isn't in my dictionary (along with "responsible") I drink more. Being a rebel is fun.

"George," I giggle. "You snore… a lot. Really loud too." And that was only after half a bottle.

"How would you know?" George asked with exaggerated facial expressions. That was funny. He sort of attempted to raise one eyebrow… but neither would go up so he just opens his mouth like a fishy.

Silly fishy George.

"Lee told me," I said in a high pitched voice. I bet I sound like a house elf. "George. George if I was a house elf I'd name myself… house elf!" I giggled.

Merlin, this is pathetic. Apparently I can't control my alcohol intake.

George laughed and said, "If I was a house elf I'd… kill… Hermione Granger!"

I giggle some more and asked, "Why?"

"So that I could use her hair for a pillow," George laughed.

I giggled. Merlin, I think I just giggled more then than I ever have in my entire life.

Well, deary you are a bit on the drunken side.

Yeah, I am. It's AM-A-ZiNG!

You know if your father finds out then he'll have a hippogriff.

Who's going to tell him? Kevin? I think not.

You never know. You could send a drunken letter home. I saw it on Oprah once.

Oprah does shizzle like that? I'm impessed.

Apparently, deary.

"George, you're mean!" I said now uncontrollably gigglingThis is so sad. I mean, I'm fourt- fifteen. I almost forgot my age. My brother gave me firewhiskey which causes me to giggle. And I don't giggle. I'm going to kick his Bell ass when I stop seeing double.

"Kevin?" I heard Emily ask Kevin, concern in her voice. I'll give her kudos for caring… but minus some for thinking I brought George because he was my boyfriend. But she still has kudos.

"Hm?" Kevin asked. He's very out of character today. I bet it's the firewhiskey. Heh.

"Should your sister really be drinking that?" Emily asked, taking a little sip of her own.

"Why not? I started drinking a few years before she did and look how normal I turned out!" Kevin said with a smile. That's the Kevin I know.

Emily put on a mock-horrified face. "Katie I need you to put down that drink right now!" Emily said. We laughed and she looked over at me. "Does she seem pale to you George?"

I could see George look over at me along with Kevin and Emily was already staring.

Awkkkkwarrrddd.

"She does," George agreed. They all looked kind of blurry.

"Yeah, but her forehead is really, really red," Kevin said staring down at my forehead.

"Does it look as if her nose got bigger?" Emily asked, head tilted looking down my nose.

"Hey! My nose is normal thank you very much!" I protested as I flung my hand up to my nose. "That's not mine!" I shouted. It wasn't. My "nose" if you could even call it that anymore, was twice… no THREE times its normal size. Bugger.

Kevin and George started laughing like madman and giving me an insane headache. I'm pathetic! I mean come on! Half a bottle of firewhiskey and I giggle uncontrollably, turn pale and pink at the same time, get an amazingly horrible headache, and my nose grows. Sheesh. Life hates me.

Emily on the other hand (who's in training to be a healer) pulls out her wand and does this complicated little wave. A blue stream of spell goes flying around my face making me dizzy.

"Allergic reaction," she mutters. Then looks up at Kevin. "She's allergic to firewhiskey."

Kevin laughs. George laughs. I pout. Emily smiles.

Oh dear God, allergic to firewhiskey!

Shut up.

Never thought I'd see the day.

Biiiittteee me.

Heh.

I'm a bad influence on her. I mean my alien conscience thing is making fun of me. That's not pathetic at all.

"Well, what am I going to do?" I asked in a muffled voice. "Guys?"

The three look over at me and start laughing uncontrollably. Not good. "Guys what's wrong?" I asked a little nervous now. I turn on Kevin and yell, "KEVIN BELL YOU BROKE YOUR LITTLE SISTER!"

Kevin just laughs harder.

"Katie, you're lips are swollen," George said, laughing.

Hm… well if I kill George at least we'll have another Weasley twin left. And one gone won't make a difference will it?

"So are your ears," pointed out an aged wizard at the bar.

My hands flew up to my ears. They can't be swollen! Ears don't- bugger.

Anyway, I glared at the wizard who gave me a toothy laugh. Does that make sense? It was like a toothy smile laugh thing. Quite weird.

"What do we do?" George asked, words slightly slurred. Greaaaat the guy I come here with, the guy who I have to get to crawl under a fence, is slurring his words. And I bet if I got him to stand he'd fall over. Not to mention I'm getting dizzy from all of this. I'm going to kill Kevin. He's lasted nineteen years. I don't think he'll mind death. And maybe Azkaban isn't all that bad. You never know. It could be pretty good. Heat is bad and if it's cold in there because of the dementors then I'm all set. I'll just bring my Hogwarts hoodie and I'll be set.

Kidding.

"Emily, you can fix her, right?" Kevin asked, not sounding slurred or dizzy or even remotely sick.

I'm pathetic. Maybe it's because I'm so much smaller than him. I mean, he's three times my size. Big and bulky but not so much. Really tall, too. He probably built up a tolerance too, now that I think about it.

Emily looked at my head, which was now three times it's size. "Most likely, but if I can't than Madam Pomfrey could." I gave her a horrified look.

"Yes because going up to Madam Pomfrey and saying 'No, I wasn't drinking on my own. My brother made me do it and I had an allergic reaction after half a bottle' would be the safest thing to say," I said thinking about what would happen if I actually did something like that. It'd probably be something like "Miss Bell what were you doing drinking and out of bounds?" That would be very bad. I might get detention.

Wait a minute.

Ha detention. I was just worried about detention? I must be drunk.

I'm so pathetic.

"Emily," I begged. "Please, please fix me," I said, still muffled and my hearing is slightly getting worse.

"Lets go some place quieter," Emily said, standing up and pushing Kevin out of the booth. Kevin reached over and grabbed the rest of his firewhiskey, as did George. And guys think girls are strange. I do believe it's vice versa.

I followed Emily around to the back of the Hogs Head. I've never even been in there and it looks creepier from the window but now I'm behind it. Not some place I'd want to be. Or maybe I have been and can't remember. Because I'm drunk.

"Ew gross," I said. That sounded funny. It was all deep and muffled. Stupid swollen lips. "Look at that bird!"

Everyone looked over to the bird that was resting on the dumpster. It had two beaks and five eyes. There was a third leg sticking out of its head. I reached over to grab it.

"Katherine Bell!" Kevin yelled. I winced a bit but kept reaching for the bird. "Don't touch that bird! It could have a disease or something."

"I dunno," said a slurred George. "I think Katie has more diseases than that bird."

Yup there is so only going to be one Weasley twin when I'm done with George. I glared at him. He just grinned.

I picked up the bird. It seemed okay. So I patted its head. We could both be mutant together! Aw. And I'll have mutant kids and it can have mutant kids and they can all grow up together! There's my life plan.

"Aw, guys look how cute this birdie is!" I said, trying to smile but my lips weren't really cooperating with me. Stupid firewhiskey.

Kevin moved forward to pet it but as he did, the bird blew fire at him. I tossed the thing in the air and it flapped its wings. The wind from the wings was amazing. It was so forceful then it knocked Emily and me over, both of us grabbed Kevin for support, and we all fell.

Not only did we fall. But we fell into a tossed your cookies puddle. Which smelled very bad by the way. It kind of smelled like dung. I glanced over to the side of this huge puddle threw my not so swollen eyes and saw that there was a pipe leading from the building and ooze was slowly flowing out of it.

"Guys?" I said uncertainly, standing up really fast and almost falling over because of the weight of my head. "I think we're in crap!"

George started laughing and Kevin stood up and sniffed the air. "Bloody hell, we are!" he shouted jumping out of the puddle and helping Emily up too.

Emily squealed and jumped out and trying not to touch herself.

"It's disgusting!" she screamed, backing as far away from the ick as possible.

"It's sticky," Kevin said, trying not to gag. I, on the other hand, am gagging more than should be humanly possible.

"I think I'm going to puke," I said, closing my eyes and trying not to breathe.

"Katie, come on. Let's go inside and get cleaned up," Emily said, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the Hogs Head, shoeless because mine got stuck in the disgusting puddle of shizzle.

Now, that must have been an interesting sight seeing as there were two girls laughing at themselves, covered in crap, and both going into the bathroom together to get cleaned up. I bet the only people in the place were pervy old men and they only think dirty thoughts.

We locked the door (more for the old pervy men to ponder) and Emily turned on the water, took out a paper towel, and wiped off her skirt. I copied her and did the same thing to my pants and shirt and deformed head. Yeah, I forgot about that. Damn.

After laughing at the idiocy of it all we finally managed to clean ourselves off and Emily used her wand to dry off my clothes and make my swollen lips not so swollen. She did the same thing to my ears but said that my nose would have to go down on it's own. So I still look like an elephant.

We walked out of the bathroom all clean only to find Kevin clean also and George puking in the puddle.

"Fantastic," I muttered still slightly dizzy and annoyed that I was so pathetic.

"Katie," George mumbled.

I looked over at him and said, "Hmm?"

He looked up, pale as ever, and said, "I puked in your shoes."

Thursday March 4th

You know what's really random? Getting a letter from an anonymous person. I mean, not anonymous because obviously this person has some sort of identity. But still, getting a random letter from a person in Merlin knows what place. I was just sitting in my room and I hear this owl tapping on my window. It was a very pretty how. It had really dark brown smooth feathers and big black eyes. I didn't know whose owl this was so I thought it might have been one of my roommates relatives or something. So I let it in.

I looked at the letter and saw that it said Katherine Bell in big loopy letters. At the bottom of the envelope it had a random doodle of the word WEASLEY in big letters like that. Who would write to me with a big WEASLEY at the bottom of the letter. Maybe it got misdirected… and erm… misnamed.

I wasn't sure whether I should open it or not so I looked over at the owl. It looked innocent. It had puppy dog eyes.

I opened it.

Katie!

It's Emily, your sister. Not Kevin's girlfriend who stole my name! I was wondering whether or not you talked to Fred about me? Have you? I swear he's in love with me. Seriously, the way he looked at me. He's gorgeous! Ew gross! Fred? Gorgeous? Ick.

Let me know!

Love,

Emily

P.S. Do you like my new owl, Hoot?

I hate little sisters. They're so annoying. Especially when they want one of my best friends! Like Fred! The poor thing. What am I saying! After all the pranks he put me through! He deserves this!

"KATIE BELL!" I hear someone calling from the Common Room. "KATIE BELL GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE THIS SECOND!"

I do believe that was Fred's voice I just heard bellowing up here. I jumped out of my bed really fast and sprinted down the stairs.

Of course, me and stairs don't mix to about halfway down I tripped and flew down the last twelve stairs finally colliding with an Oliver Wood who was trying to keep Fred from running up the slide.

Ahhh I didn't trip. It turned into a slide because Fred tried going up it! And Fred's a boy so it would turn into a slide! Score! Maybe I'm not that much of a klutz after all!

"Hello there Fred," I said after Oliver helped me up. "Can I help you?"

"You're sister is stalking me!" he half shouted. I grinned a little, knowing that fact a little too well.

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"She sent her owl with flowers and chocolate and a letter that was three, not one, not two, but three scrolls of parchment!" Fred shouted.

"Calm down, Weasley. You're becoming hysterical!" I said as he sat on the floor. "I just got a letter from her. I'll make Joey bother her and she'll stop eventually or something. Just chill. She's only ten!"

"She's driving me insane though," Fred said.

The whole Common Room was laughing at Fred's little breakdown. I have to say it was quite amusing. He was pretty much sitting on the floor in the fetal position rocking back and forth saying, "No more ten year olds, no more ten year olds". I never thought I'd see the day that Fred would turn down a girl, no matter what her age. But then again she is my sister.

"Breathe Fred, please breathe," I said, trying to maintain my laughter as I knelt down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"If I breathe I smell the flowers which makes me think of 'the amount of love I feel for you!'" Fred bellowed at the top of his lungs.

The ones who weren't listening in before certainly were now. They just thought that Fred Weasley declared his love for Katie Bell.

The whole Common Room got quiet, which is very, very rare. They were all staring at us. The first years were looking at each other as though wondering if this happens often. Ron Weasley had his mouth open due to the fact that he was yelling at Hermione. Lee looked up from his Transfiguration report, eyebrow raised. Angelina looked on the verge to kill. George looked comical. Debbie looked interested in the conversation and Leanne looked like she was going to laugh. Alicia looked like she was going to yell at us and Oliver looked as confused as ever.

I looked at Fred and laughed really loudly, which, given this certain situation, might not have been the smartest thing to do. They all seem to think that I'm laughing in Fred's face after he declared his undying love for me. Bugger.

There was an ickle second year that looked up at me and said quite boldly, "You know, I bet he's really a great guy on the inside! You could have given him a chance. But then again, after seeing what you did to Lee Jordan, you don't really deserve one, do you?" She had long black hair and her hands were on her hips. I could see Fred's jaw drop and Lee's eyebrows disappear into his hair.

What's with annoying little second years trying to stand up to me? Do they not know that, not only am I more advanced in magic than they are, that I can kick their ass just as hard?

I turned on her, frankly quite annoyed, and said, "And you are?"

She flung her hair back and said, "Romilda. Romilda Vane."

"Well Romilda, Romilda Vane, I have a couple of things to say to you. First off Fred is a really great guy. But I don't love him. My sister does. And he doesn't love me! He clearly loves Angelina!" Angelina gasped. Puhleese. As if she didn't know. "Second off what did I do to Lee Jordan? I was there so I do know what happens and it just so happens that he broke up with me! And thirdly, what gives you the right to yell at me because clearly I can kick your ass!"

Venting is nice.

She looked like I smacked her and … the whole common room was still quiet. Awwwwkwaaarrdd.

Fred got up from his fetal position and pulled me over to the couch where he shooed a few first years off. "Bad Katie," he said after sitting me down. "Remember what I told you about threatening second years?"

I bowed my head pretending to be ashamed. "I'm sorry, father."

"Very good. Now apologize," he said with a smirk.

I looked at him like he was insane and said, "Are you out of your bloody mind?"

"Well… yes."

"Good." I looked around the rest of the Common Room. "What are we, a sitcom? Get back to your… I don't know, you're knitting or something!" I yelled to them. Some laughed, knowing what a sitcom was and some just looked confused but what can I say? These pure bloods sure don't know a lot. And they make fun of muggleborns when they're clearly the uneducated ones! Sheesh.

"What are you? Chicken?" I heard that bold voice ask me.

Spinning around I yelled, "Densaugeo!" Vane's teeth started growing really fast. Hm… I didn't even know I knew that spell. Shweet.

Anyway, I start laughing at her as she dances on the spot clutching her mouth. "You'll pay for thif Katie Bell!" she yelled, her teeth interfeiring with her speech and ran out of the room, teeth down to her chin.

Fred looked at me amazed as did the rest of the Common Room who stopped to watch a little spell work.

"What?" I asked them all innocently. "She really annoyed me! You would have done the same!"

They all (with the exception of Romilda's friends which I'm surprised she has yet one of them consisted of Claudia or Jasmine or whatever that one chicks name is, Clarissa?) gave their nod of approval and went back to their 'knitting'.

"Katie! Please make your sister stop stalking me!" Fred begged again, this time getting on his knees.

I sighed and looked down at him.

"Don't worry, Weasley. She sent me a letter too asking if I talked you into liking her yet. I'll just say I have so she'll stop harassing you," I said tiredly.

"No! Don't say that! Then she might fly to hogwarts and I'll have to get married! Fifteen year olds don't get married Katie!" Fred said in a panicked voice.

"But didn't you hear? I'm getting married to a nice little Italian boy this summer. Didn't you get your invitation?" I asked sweetly putting on a false smile. Fred's jaw dropped as did Olivers, Lee's, Alicia's, and Debbie's. Leanne and Angelina on the other hand jumped up.

"Are you really?" they both asked, surprised. Merlin, my friends are so incredibly gullible.

"Well, I'm going to have to! This baby needs a father!" I said with an even bigger smile as I looked down at my babyless stomach.

The two gasped and I think I head a thud which turned out to be Oliver's knees giving out and he collapsed onto a table.

"I call auntie Angelina!" Angelina yelled happily runing over and rubbing my stomach. "I'm your auntie Angelina and I'm going to spoil you rotten!"

"Ooohhh and I'm Aunti Leanne and I'm going to feed you chocolate!" she said in a scandalis voice.

"Er… guys," I said uncertain of how to phrase this. They both looked up, concernced. "Er… I was just kidding. I'm not getting married nor am I-"

Angelina cut me off though so I couldn't add "pregnant" to the end of that sentence. "Katherine Bell, this baby needs a father!" she shouted, going back to my stomach and saying, "don't worry, baby, I'll find you a father. I'll force your mum to marry!"

"Katie, you aren't pregnant," Alicia said in a 'I can't believe you believed her' voice which I don't blame her at all for using. "You all are so gullible."

You know, why does the Common Room have to listen in on this conversation. Not only do they now believe that I'm a mean horrible person to Fred, they think I'm getting married this summer and I'm pregnant. If none of this news gets home to the family I'll be in complete shock.

Friday March 5th

We're in Hogsmade and I'm going to show the rest of the gang that nasty little puddle that we just happened to fall in after the mutant bird attacked. Of course, they don't know that it's that puddle. They think it's like a nice little pond. Heh.

"It's just around this way," I called out to the others. George and me were leading the group with great smiles on our faces for two reasons. One: the place where we're leading them. Two: They're following us. Us.

Behind us was Fred and Angelina who were secretly holding hands and thinking that no one knew what they were doing. They must thing we're idiots or something. Behind them were Debbie, Leanne, and Alicia who were talking about Fred and Angelina in very loud voices so I'm assuming the latter are deaf. And behind them were Lee and the whore, (much like Cho Chang) Trisha.

"Katie, look. Look at that!" George said, pointing over to behind a tree where we see a dark shadow. From behind the tree came a panting, skinny, black dog.

"It isn't…" I whispered in awe.

"Yes! It is!" George said, getting on his knees and reaching out to pet Snuffles, the Hogsmade dog we discovered many moons ago.

"Snuffles!" I said, scratching him behind the ears and pulling out some bread I snuck from lunch. "Eat this, boy, you look dead skinny!"

Snuffles ate the bread gratefully.

"Snuffles?" Fred asked, letting go (very inconspicuously, heh yeah right) of Angelina's hand.

"Guys, should you really be playing with that dog?" Alicia asked in a worried voice as the dog licked George's face.

"Don't worry, Alicia, Snuffles wouldn't hurt a fly!" I said, hugging the adorable dog.

"He looks like he's starving!" Trisha said with a gasp.

Finally, something sane comes out of the girl's mouth!

"Want to run and get him some food?" Lee asked her. She nodded and the two ran off to the Three Broomsticks.

Crud, she's doing something nice. That's not helping the We Must Hate Trisha club thing! She's helping a poor innocent puppy. I hugged Snuffles even more and broke off more of the bread.

"Where'd you find this adorable puppy?" Leanne asked, kneeling down next to me and patting Snuffles on the head. He looks so happy. Like… you get the feeling that he's happier with people who care about him.

Well, that or he knows that we're getting him food. Probably that but still, it's nice to make animals happy because sadly, seeing a starving a puppy makes me feel horrible as apposed to a starving man who could just as easily climb into the dumpster of a fancy restaurant and steal some of their chicken! You know it's true.

"We were randomly walking through here one day," George began.

"And we just happened to run into this little creature, here," Fred said. Snuffles snarled at the word 'creature'. Why? We may never know but that's what he did.

"Calm down, boy," George said, patting Snuffles on the head. "And we instantly became friends."

"After giving him food, of course," I added as I saw Lee and Trisha sprinting towards us, arms laden with food.

They gave the twins and me the food seeing as we were the ones who knew Snuffles the best. First we gave him more bread and then some tasty chicken ("We had Madam Rosmerta pour a little of her mead in there. 'Thought he'd like it," Lee said when he handed us this.) And then some apple pie and ham.

After the nice big meal, Snuffles seemed a lot happier than he did before and happily bounced after us as we lead the others to their doom.

"Almost there," I said with a smirk as we approached the Hogs Head. George and me led them around to the back with Snuffles at our heals. He barked a happy bark once he saw where we were going.

"Tada!" George said happily, putting out his arm to show them the beautiful 'pond'.

"All I see is muck," Angelina said, tilting her head side ways.

"Well you have to walk across the muck. The other side is… a portal!" I invented wildly, pointing to a little hole in the fence on the other side. "Yeah, you just poke that hole and it takes you to the pond."

They all gave each other uncertain looks but started walking anyway. When they all got near the edge of the ick, George and I pulled out our wands and gave them a quick little wave. The seven of them all "suddenly and unexpectedly" became very unbalanced and all fell into the crap.

Before they realized what hit them, me, George, and Snuffles all took off running into Honeydukes where, Cedric Diggory who was buying Acid Pops, greeted us.

"Hello Diggory," I said, out of breath and leaning with my elbow on his shoulder, on Cedric.

"Erm… Hello there Katie. George." He looked down at Snuffles. "Dog." Snuffles barked 'Hello.' He really is a smart dog. "A little out of breath?" he asked with a laugh as George sat down on the floor and observed some Ice Mice.

"Just a bit," I said, sitting next to George and looking at a couple of chocolate frogs.

"Prank, I'm assuming?" Cedric asked with a small smile.

"Damn straight," George said. He was now sprawled out on the floor looking up at the ceiling.

Then there was the awkward silence which wasn't that awkward this time because George and me were lying there, hoping the others wouldn't come looking in Honeydukes for us while Cedric just kind of stared at us like we were insane. Which we were… but you know he didn't have to give us that look.

"George! There's people coming in!" I said, jumping up. I grabbed Cedric by the shoulders who let out a quick "hey!" of surprise and hid behind him.

George looked horrified. "Er… Snuffles! Distract them!" George half yelled half whispered.

Snuffles obeyed and ran into a pile of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans boxes head first, knocking it over. The guy who was working came and yelled at the dog that put his tail between his legs and slowly walked back over to us.

I patted Snuffles on the head. The others walked in and started helping Mr. I work here put the boxes back in their original position giving me, Snuffles, and George just enough time to sneak out the back way.

A/n: Hey there. That was actually a pretty long chapter, wasn't it? I'm so incredibly sorry it took so long. Allow me to explain. So apparently our computer decided to be mental and break after chapter 31. We went to get it fixed but in the mean time we got a new hard drive which is why 31 is currently posted. But for some weird reason the internet on that one stopped working which meant that I could still use the computer just not post any chapters. I had an amazing chapter 32 written out and ready to post but then that computer went mental and we had to crash it and everything was gone. So I rewrote it again, not as good as the first time but still okay. And the computer breaks once more. Finally, I give up on even starting a new one until I was guaranteed to be able to post it. We got back out old hard drive which is why I have the beginning of this chapter. I started writing and what happens? This one breaks. Again. For the same reason but of course last time it took like… two months to get it fixed. So we bring it back but this time get it back in two days. The reason was that I had no memory left on the thing (because there's like none to begin with!). The reason for that was because all of my Mugglecast episodes were taking up all the space. Go figure, eh?

Well, enough of my ranting. I really hope you liked the chapter that I rushed once I got my computer back for the second time to finish. Please review so I don't go insane. Any ideas are welcome and OH! I'm trying to decide whether I should skip a year and go to her sixth year or go through fifth year and everything. Let me know what you think I should do because I have ideas for both.

Review please! Say anything! Well, not anything but yeah…

-Ashley