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Chapter 6

Dear Wood,

Hey…its Katie…how are you doing? How do you like Puddlemere United? Is it different…playing for an actual team…not just our house team? Anyways things are going good here I suppose. We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Her name is Professor Umbridge. Me and Fred detest her….actually the whole school hates her. Except the Slytherins, but they suck up to her.

Ange is doing a pretty good job being our captain. We've had our first few practices… we're not too bad I suppose. Fred and George's little brother, Ron, joined the team…he's not so good…well he could be he just doesn't have the confidence. Our first game is in a few weeks. I'm excited about it.

I'd better go now. I'll see you around.

Katie Elizabeth Bell

I attached the letter to one of the school owls. I watched the owl go to deliver the letter to Oliver. When I first came to Hogwarts, Oliver was sweet to me. We were close, but now he's gone playing Quidditch in an actual important team. I'm happy for him.

"Hey!" Alicia exclaimed coming into our room a little while later.

"Hey Leesh," I replied.

"Fred wants you?"

"For what?" I asked.

"Dunno. He just told me to tell you to go meet him in the common room in ten minutes."

"Thanks Leesh," I replied.

"No problem," She replied. A few moments later she said, "Katie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you like Fred?"

"What?" I gasped looking at her. "What makes you think that?"

"The looks you give him."

"I do NOT give him looks."

"You do give him looks. But he gives you looks too."

"No he doesn't," I replied my cheeks turning pink.

"Katie you do love him!" She exclaimed.

"Maybe…but don't tell anybody, Alicia," I said. "Not even George."

"I can't tell George?" She asked looking at me.

"Yes, you can't tell him. He'll tell Fred."

"He'd never do that!"

"Not on purpose, but he'd let it slip."

"True…" Alicia replied. "But you love Fred!"

"Not so loud!"

"Sorry," She said, whispering. I rolled my eyes.

"So…what are you up to today?"

"Nothing really. Until practice, that is," Alicia said rolling her eyes. "Ange is worse than Wood."

"I agree."

"Wanna go downstairs?" Alicia asked. "Fred and George and Lee are down there."

"F—fine," I replied.

"Yay!" She exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

We walked downstairs and saw Fred and George testing their joke shop stuff. We walked over and George stood up immediately and kissed Alicia. She blushed. Lee remained seated as Fred handed something to the first years with them.

"Hey Kates," Fred replied.

"Hey Fred," I replied.

Suddenly, Hermione Granger walked over. Fred and George were writing on clipboards looking at the three suddenly unconscious first years. Hermione looked angry, but I guess that makes sense…she is a prefect.

"That's enough!" Hermione said forcefully to Fred and George. They both looked up, looking mildly surprised.

"Yeah, you're right," said George, nodding, "this dosage looks strong enough, doesn't it?"

"I told you this morning, you can't test your rubbish on students!"

"We're paying them!" said Fred indignantly.

"I don't care, it could be dangerous!"

"Rubbish," said Fred.

"Calm down, Hermione, they're fine!" said Lee reassuringly as he walked from first year to first year, inserting purple sweets into their open mouths.

"Yeah, look, they're coming round now," said George.

A few of the first years were indeed stirring. Several looked so shocked to find themselves lying on the floor, or dangling off their chairs.

"Feel all right?" George asked kindly to a small dark haired girl lying at his feet.

"I-I think so," she said shakily.

"Excellent," said Fred happily, but the next second Hermione had snatched both his clipboard and the paper bag of Faintiing Fancies from his hands.

"It is NOT excellent!"

"Course it is, they're alive, aren't they?" Said Fred angrily.

"You can't do this, what if you made one of them really ill?"

"We're not going to make them ill, we've already tested them all on ourselves, it's is just to see if everyone reacts the same –"

"If you don't stop doing it, I'm going to –"

"Put us in detention?" said Fred in an I'd-like-to-see-you-try-it voice.

"Make us write lines?" said George, smirking.

"No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother."

"You wouldn't," said George, horrified, taking a step back from her.

"Oh yes I would," said Hermione grimly. "I can't stop you eating the stupid things yourselves, but you're not giving them to first years."

Fred and George looked thunderstruck. It was clear that as far as they were concerned, Hermione's threat was way below the belt. With a last threatening look at them, she thrust Fred's clipboard and the bag of Fancies back into his arms and stalked back to her chair by the fire.

Fred and George looked at each other for a moment, before Fred smirked.

"Hey, Katie darling," he said.

"No," I replied.

"Aw, please Katie?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to pass out," I said.

"I'll do whatever you want."

"No."

"Please?"

"No!" I shouted storming out of the common room.

As I walked out, I bumped into somebody. I looked up to see Harry standing there, holding a rag on his hand.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied quickly.

I took the cloth off his hand and gasped. It was bleeding.

"Harry what happened?" I exclaimed.

"Nothing Katie," he replied. "I just cut my hand on some glass."

"You should go to the hospital wing," I said.

"No!" He exclaimed. "I—I mean, It'll be fine in a few days."

"Go to the hospital wing!"

"I don't want to! It's not a big deal!"

"Harry go!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"What is going on out here?" A voice asked. We turned around to see Fred standing there. He saw Harry's hand and looked at me. "What happened to your hand?"

"Nothing Fred," he replied. "Just cut it on some glass."

"Fred he won't go to the hospital wing!"

"Katie it's just a cut," Fred replied. "But you really should go."

"I'll go later," Harry promised.

"Good," Fred replied. Harry walked past Fred and into the common room. I gave Fred a look and continued walking. "Katie come on! Please!"

"No," I replied.

Fred ran to catch up to me. "Katie I'm sorry for trying to make you try the Fainting Fancies. I won't ever do that again."

"You better not."

"I swear I won't."

"Good."

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