(A/N: With all of the Tornado Warnings, lack of internet, and whatnot, what else is there to do but work on this lovely fic? Nothing, I tell you! This fic is as of now of age! That's right, 17 chapters! Time sure does fly. Anyhooties, thanks for the reviews and such…keep 'em coming! I don't own Harry Potter or FMA sadly. Enjoy the chapter!)

Chapter 17: Anime Knowledge…Semi-Truthful?

The boys both went, "The what?" at the same time I exclaimed, "And people scoffed at my watching Full Metal Alchemist!"

Hermione looked torn between looking exasperated at the boys' lack of knowledge and amused at my nerdiness. "How accurate would that even be, Kayla?"

"Well in the manga they explained the stone as something that can transmute metals into gold and ensure eternal life…. Isn't that basically true?" I responded.

"Pretty much, to specify on the whole 'eternal life' part though: The stone produces the Elixir of Life which must drunk consistently to keep life going in the people partaking in it." She said in a textbook-y way.

"A stone that makes you immortal and rich, no wonder Snape wants it! Anyone would!" Harry exclaimed, Ron nodding enthusiastically at his side.

"Now before you two get carried away, I have to say something." I said, knowing they probably wouldn't like what I want to say.

"Go on." Ron encouraged.

"I-don't-think-Snape-is-the-one-that's-after-the-s tone!" I blurted out really quickly.

"Er, could you repeat that more slowly?" Harry asked.

"I don't think that Snape's after the stone!" I said firm in my conviction.

The others looked at me incredulously. They don't believe me. I'll just have to convince them then! I gathered the thoughts I've been having since the Quidditch match.

"Here's how I see it: Snape is just too obvious of a suspect. Now don't give me those looks; I have more reasoning behind that statement just hold on. Okay for starters, he walks around glaring at people and swooping around like an over-grown bat. If he were after the stone, wouldn't he try and make himself look less suspicious? He's under the damn near omniscient eye of the Dumbles, so wouldn't he want to NOT seem like a threat? I mean, that's how I pull off half my pranks; just put on an innocent face and act angelic. It's also why Gred and Forge ask me to do the more public parts of the pranks. Anyway, there's also the dubiousness of the whole 'troll in the dungeons' incident; what was Professor Twitchy doing in the dungeons in the first place? That is, if the troll was ever there. Wasn't it found on the third floor or something? It seems like a pretty good distraction for someone to go after the stone. Now, I know Snape went into the Forbidden Dog-house of Doom, but mightn't he have been checking to make sure that everything was hunky-dory? Thinking back to what Harry heard Snape say, Snape never said he was trying to get past the dog just that he wasn't able to keep track of the dog's heads. Lastly, while Snape might be a complete arse, he doesn't give off the vibe of being an evil arse."

"How do you explain him cursing the flip out of my broom, then?" Harry asked, still not believing me. The other two nodded with him.

"Maybe he could have been having an off day and thought that making your broom do a jig would be a great laugh? I dunno about that part, but I still don't think he's after the stone." I replied determinedly.

"Kayla, your argument is mostly based on speculation so I'd have to say that I still think Snape is the most likely suspect." Hermione put in.

"Honestly, I think you're putting too much thought into it. Snape's a slimy git, and that's all there is to it." Ron said with an air of finality. Harry nodded slightly apologetically in agreement with Ron.

"So ya'll are just going to ignore what I said and refuse to think that someone else might be after the stone? You're not going to even keep an open mind? You're going to just stomp on my opinion in your want of someone specific to blame? Fine! I'll just leave ya'll alone 'till you come to your senses! I don't have to have my thoughts disregarded like they were in Texas." I snapped, forcing myself to hold back the tears building in my eyes. Having said what I wanted to say, I spun around and ran out the portrait hole to find a private place to sob until I couldn't sob no more. (Grammatical error, intentional.)

Most of the classrooms I came across seemed to have a bunch of couples making out in them. Bleh. Just as I was about to lose it in the middle of a hallway, an idea struck me. The Astronomy Tower. It would be empty, since all of its classes were held at night. Just as I was settling into a good crying jag, I heard a voice behind me.

"Mind if I join you? This really is the only good place for a sob fest in this school."

(A/N: I'm truly sorry about the wait on this chapter and how short it is. When I started typing this was when my area was having issues with Tornado Warnings forcing me to grab my demon-imean- cat and cower in a closet. Also, I was sick for a week and a half. On top of that, my parents have decided to make me their personal dish slave. The reason for the shortness is the fact that I haven't come up with the name of my next OC. It's going to be a guy but his house and name just won't come to me. So I'm open to ideas from ya'll. I hope the amount of actual content and lack of filler-ness somewhat make up for the shortness. Anyhooties, thanks for reading and please review!)