This is my first Georgia Nicolson fanfiction so don't blame me if its crap, i shall learn eventualy. Send a review to tell if its crap or not. May be OOC.

And this is set after Robbie dumps Georgia but then comes back from where ever he was like in luurve is a mant troused thing. Masimo is none existing, i don't like him and his stupid handbags. IS NOT A ONE-SHOT.

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14 august Saturday

9:00am

In bedroom

Raining

Hogwarts

What sort of a name is that?

What kind of person would give a school that name?

As in, on purpose.

To think that moi, Gee, will be going to a school with a poo name. A name made entirely of poo.

As in crap. The brown stuff.

Though not literally…I hope.

Because then it would be tres stinky.

I got a letter given to me this morning.

Well kind of.

It was more like Angus got the owl that had the letter and I sort of had to wrestle it out of his evil clutches, (Angus, not the owl) thankfully the owl was fine so for once, we didn't have to explain to some daft coot that his owl was as dead as two dead things.

Anyway, phoned around and asked carefully and deviously if the Ace crew if they had revived any strange letters full of strangosity. None of them had.

Huh. Seems like I'm the only one unlucky enough to get invited to a school called Hogwarts…

9:47am

Still raining, still in bedroom

Yes! Score!

Dave the L. and Robbie both got a letter, for SG he say's he received one late and as myself and Dave the L. are going to be in 4th year, he'll be in 5th, originally he wouldn't have been put in at all but since the old guy…Dumbledorie…had been full of generosity and decided he would allow him to enter a lower year. Ahh the kindness of old twits.

Anyway, the old dude has called a meeting thing with all out parents (I pity him when he meets my Vati and Mutti)

1 minute later

Just realised that perhaps having only Robbie and Dave with me may not be such a good idea…

Another minute later

Not a good idea at all.

What if Dave accidentally spills all the secretness of my red minxyness? Even though the sex god and I are no more?

That settles it, I can't go. I refuse to go.

10 minutes later

Oh god, what should I wear??

At meeting.

5:00pm

I couldn't resist going. Then again, who in the right mind with parents like mine would willingly miss an opportunity to get away from them, to run free and let my wild side free…as long as there are no Wet Lindseys there I will be safe. As safe as two safe things.

With knobs on.

Robbie has just arrived and my knees, as always, have contracted fatal jelloidness.

Oh, and Dave followed him in. They haven't noticed me, maybe I can hide!

2 minutes later

"Uh, Gee?" Came the voice belonging to Robbie, a voice full of matureosity and…stuff. "Why are you hiding in a big fern plant?"

"Is it not obvious?" I asked, not being able to stop the words as they poured like marsupials from my mouth, not bothering to check with the small peanut sized brain in me head "I am hiding from the mongoose" I made sure my voice was calm and sophisticated…unlike my hair which had bits of dirt scattered around in it. Dave was peering over Robbie's shoulder with eye brows raised.

So I raised my own furry lines, the ones residing above my head.

He raised his higher.

So I raised mine once more.

Then it was his bat.

Then mine again, SG is looking at us both like we belong with the criminally insane.

And if Dave the L's eyebrows have anything to say about it, we do.

Oh, poo, his eyebrows have disappeared into his hair for a holiday, I wonder if Dave's Hair Land has pools.

"Can I visit your hair?" oh my god! Did I just say that out loud? As in loudly??

Double merde!

"Um…sure. If that's what you want sex kitty" Dave responded looking as confused as a porcupine with no pines. I saw Robbie's eyes narrow slightly at Dave as I turned an interesting (I'm totally sure) shade of red. Trust my skin colour to abandon me now, I properly look like a tomato.

"Sex…Kitty?" SG's voice was strangely flat.

Dave, at that very moment in time, realised exactly what he had said and who he had said it too, and after shooting me an apologetic half smiley look, he slinked off like a pale slinky, using the excuse of needing the poo parlour division..

Robbie looked at me as he repeated the question.

"Ah, yes, well." I stammered with a shaky laugh "Oh, look!" I pointed quickly at something over Robbie's shoulder and hurried off as he turned to look.

7:00pm

Oh god. Things are so weird right now.

I'm a witch!

As in "BIBBITY BOB!" how am I going to cope? A WITCH I tell you!

Will I have to perform virgin rites with Robbie and Dave? Or maybe sacrifice Gordy or Angus to some strange godly god?

No, thank cheese.

Dumbledorie told all as we sat agog as two gogs.

From gog land, home of all gogs.

Anyway, we leave tomorrow to the land of the point hats. How shall I cope without my hellish sister?

Quite well I imagine.

I've done packing and now am just sitting watching the rain. No one had called, that's how much they love me. Ha!

Not a lot, is it? Nope, they have abandoned me in my time of much need.

I refuse to phone any of them, not once shall that phone touch my eary hole.

7:04pm

Phoned Jas.

"Jas" I said

"What?"

"Don't say what like that, its annoying"

"Well, what do you want?" she muttered like a big, fringed vole.

"To tell you something importantish" I said, quite calm like if you ask me

"Well, get on with it" she urged sounding annoyed

"You're then one with the big fringe!"

She hung up.

that's that then, I won't be ringing again in a hurry.

One minute later

Rang Jas again.

"Oh, not you again"

Charming.

I put the phone down.