Disclaimer: If you haven't caught my drift by now, I pity you. I have included the lyrics of a song – which will remain nameless until the end of the chapter, so as to not spoil anything – which I take no credit for. I also include a poem, but I don't know who wrote it and I know I didn't.

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After a good twelve minutes of screaming, I sat back up and jumped in the shower. I washed my hair with conditioner twice by accident and had to start all over again.

Damn.

I think I should invest in a two-in-one shampoo and conditioner. Saves time, money and is way less frustrating - for me, anyway. I got dressed in my old denim short-shorts – I love that word – and threw on some random tank top and ran back to the shops for more gum. Somehow, it had all been eaten.

"Hello, Miss Cherri."

"Please, call me Tory."

I think that might have come as a bit of a shock for poor Ms Honey. She went pale and opened her mouth a few times. She could do a great fish impersonation if she put her mind to it. When I appeared back at the counter after grabbing about another seven packets of gum, she pulled me into a hug.

"You're talking again. I can't remember the last time I talked to you."

"Well you are the first female I've spoken to in three and a bit years," I replied.

Wow. That was one sad realisation. Sure, I had talked to Dad, Broadie, Remus, James, Snuffles and Sirius. But females are a good change.

"I feel privileged."

I never remember Ms Honey being as young as she really is. Strange.

"You can call me Trudy, then."

"Ok. Trudy."

Trudy laughed. It was one of those laughs that reach your eyes and can be rather contagious. Just like her smile.

Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too
I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin
When he smiled I realized
I'd passed it on to him .
I thought about that smile
then I realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine,
could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!

I remember that poem from kindergarten.

"Well, I'll see you around then, Tory."

"Okay, Trudy."

By the time I was home, I had half a packet of apple gum in my mouth and was making loud popping noises with it. Pop. Ha-ha.

"Tooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry..."

Where had that noise come form?

"Tooooorrrrry..."

I looked around. Nobody was there. I kept walking until I was at the park bench.

"Tooorrrry..."

"Who is there?" I yelled out to nobody in particular. If I knew who I was yelling at, I wouldn't have asked.

"Boo!"

The voice came right in my ear. I screamed shrilly and snapped around to see who it was, flicking my hair into the person's face as I went. Booby was standing on a pile of leaves, just near the bench. His golden hair was glistening in the sun, his grey eyes were glaring at me like I had something on my face but what bothered me most, was he looked hot. Damn my stupid brain.

"What do you want?" I asked as sourly as possible.

"Cat gave back your tongue, aye?" he asked, with his trademark sneer.

"What do you want?" I repeated, louder this time.

"Where is Broadie? What have you done with him? And why?"

"What makes you think I know?" I was getting irritated now.

"Because you are evil in that way."

"I'M WHAT?" I yelled. I must have yelled pretty loudly too because birds flew out of a nearby bush.

Bobby was still cool, calm and collected. Why could I never be like that? I have always had a bit of a temper problem – I guess it shows more now that I am talking. I crossed my arms and glared at him. How dare he insult me this way? Sure, I was used to it, but it hurt more now for some reason.

"I'm sorry, baby." He took a step closer and put his arm around my shoulders. I didn't even have time to remove it. "It never would have worked between us."

With that, he walked off down the road, and that was when I saw Linkin. That was probably why he did it, I said to myself. What had just happened? I let out a groan of frustration and stormed back into the house. It started to rain heavily once I was sitting down in the lounge room and polishing my broomstick.

It was a nimbus 1050. It was the fastest broom around. I knew we could afford it because my parents have good paying jobs. I am a half-blood but that doesn't worry me. Dad works as a healer at St Mungos while Mum is an accountant back in town. I think that when I grow up, I would prefer to be a Quiddich player, or an Auror. Something fun.

The rain had cleared up to only a sprinkle and I decided it was time to do the housework. My parents were already at work and I had the house to myself but I still knew I needed to get my share of the work done. I had to clean the bathrooms, vacuum all the floors and keep my room tidy. I had already done my room the weekend before and it was in a good condition. My ensuite stayed clean at all times so I only had to clean up the master bathroom and vacuum.

I started with the bathroom. I used Ajax Spray and Wipe for the surfaces, a drain cleaner for the drains, some random mop for the floor and I stuffed all the random items on the bench into the draw. Easier said then done though. I had a crick in my neck from bending down and I had chipped a nail right down to the skin. It stung almost as bad as a paper cut.

I heaved the vacuum out of the storing cupboard and plugged it into the power-point in the upstairs hall. It took a good forty minutes to finish upstairs, the staircase, the foyer and the kitchen. I'm not allowed in my parent's room so they do it themselves. All the other rooms are tiled or clean. I only had the lounge room to go. I turned on the radio to my favourite station and got to work. Dad had put a silencing charm on the vacuum so all you can hear is a soft hum. One of my favourite songs blasted through the speakers.

I've always been told I was a good singer. I was promised a record deal when I got older, but I stopped speaking. I always loved singing, but not enough to continue.

I sung along.

(A/N: I know I shouldn't interrupt the story, but I would recommend listening to Chain Reaction by Diana Ross whilst reading this bit. I really do recommend it. Onward...)

"You took a mystery and made me want it,

You got a pedestal and put me on it,

You made me love you out of feeling nothing

Something that you do,"

I thought I herd something, but I didn't stop.

"And I was there and not dancing with anyone

You took a little, then you took me over

You set your mark on stealing my heart away

Crying, trying, anything for you"

I though I herd a whisper, but I still continued. This time dancing around with the vacuum in one hand and the other was waving around with the rest of me. My hair was going all over my face and I could barely see. I still didn't stop.

"I'm in the middle of a chain reaction

You give me all the after midnight action

I wanna get you where I can let you make all that love to me

I'm on a journey for the inspiration"

Now, I was really going crazy with my dancing. I was glad nobody was watching.

"To anywhere and there ain't no salvation

I need you to get me nearer to you

So you can set me free

We talk about love, love, love

We talk about love

We talk about love, love, love

We talk about love"

I loved it. I got the vacuuming done and had fun at the same time.

"You make me tremble when your hand moves lower

You taste a little then you swallow slower

Nature has a way of yielding treasure

Pleasure made for you, oh"

It started getting faster again. So did my dancing.

"You gotta plan, your future is on the run

Shine a light for the whole world over

You never find your love if you hide away,

Crying, dying, all you gotta do I,."

This time I really heard something. I turned to the window – which was behind me. Lily, Nikki, Kayla, Sara, James, Sirius, Remus and Broadie were poking their heads through. I dropped the vacuum and stared at them. I was not expecting that. The girls decided to finish the rest of the verse for me – good thing too, I was speechless.

"Get in the middle of a chain reaction

You get a medal when you're lost in action

I wanna get your love all ready for the sweet sensation

Instant radiation."

I screamed. So did Nikki, then Lily joined in, then Kayla and Sara. The boys were all staring at us like we were elephants wearing pink jump suits and frilly blue bras. Which, we most certainly weren't. The song played on, but it was out of my mind. I ran over to the girls and started hugging the last breath out of them – I think I may have hugged Broadie in there somewhere.

Today was one of my better days.

A/N: How did you like it? I know it was a bit weak but I would still love to hear you guys trying to convince me it was beautiful and I should publish it no matter how illegal it is. HINT HINT.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chain Reaction by Diana Ross.

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