Karen's Note: Hello my luverlAYEs! AYE LIKE IN EYE OR I OR i (Jodie: or AAAAIII!!!). Miss me much? XD It's been SOOOO boring in school without a way to vent off random ideas (hehe), so LET'S GET RANDOM PEOPLE!!! OOH! New quote of the day!: "I'm not random. You just can't think as fast as me." ROFL WHEEEEE I like Apple Jacks. So…if you ever see me on the street or in like a supermarket or something…GET ME ONE!!! (Please?) Hmm well I guess that wouldn't really work...how 'bout you just buy some and eat 'em and think of me? :) YEY *looksthoughtful* *whisperstoreader* Jodie said I was scary earlier. I told her not to be jealous. *LAUGHSMANIACALLY* (Jodie: o.o;; *edgeaway* *fallsoffchairtryingtoedgeaway*) Oh, and just for those of you who don't know, Jodie's HECKKKA freaked out by spiders. Knowing that might make the plot of this chappie sort of easier to understand. That's all for now my faithful(ish) followers on KARREN'S SUPAH INTELLECUMACALLIT MIND!!!! (Jodie: …I believe it's intellectual. And you spelled your name wro-) SILENCE! *smilessweetlyataudiencce* *turnsaroundandpullsoutmaceandstartswhirlingatmenacinglyatJodie* *callsbackovershoulder* Read on good soldiers whilst I defend the fort! (Jodie: …You make no sense even in your own world.) SHSFJEIJSHUSH!!!!!!!
Professor Trelawney really has the thickest eyeglasses I have ever seen.
"Really girls, what were you thinking?! Those tea leaves were for reading, not for making your bubble milk or whatever you say you were doing over--over---," she yelled over the din as she gestured with flailing hands at the burnt walls across from the area where Jodie and I had previously been occupying.
The kind professor had been alerted to our off-topic activities by a series of loud and enthusiastic emerald green and periwinkle explosions and a great deal of smoke after Jodie had added some "milk". Contrary to what she had thought, it was actually what Trelawney put into her crystal balls to make them all cloudy and mysterious. It was milk alright (at least Jodie had gotten that part right), but she had had the misfortune of a curled-up label, covering the first few words, namely "Acromantula" (although "HIGHLY FLAMMABLE" in big red block letters was a pretty big thing too.)
Hence the fact that Jodie had bolted out of the class once she'd found out what the stuff really was, but only after pausing to say dramatically, "I'll be back!" in a true Arnold Schwarzenegger fashion. She was now in the girls' bathroom trying to scrub the skin off her hands, leaving me behind to deal with an angry teacher that smelled oddly like my grandmother's mink shawl, a screaming class that was running around in panic, and half a classroom filled with ink-black smoke.
A typical day for us, in other words.
After the enraged professor finished her lecture on the proper respect of The Tea Leaves - well, technically, she had been mid-lecture when her face went sort of blank and she walked over to the window to point at the sky, saying, "Oh, what a pretty butterfly!" (hey...that sounds kind of like something someone I know would DEFINITELY do...*cough*JODIE*cough*), but that's alright -, I followed the examples of the rest of the class, which had seen the opportunities of such a situation and long done a Weasley.
I ran out of the class with the weird smells and the weird teacher and stopped once I was in the somewhat deserted hallway. Safe.
Then I realized that I had absolutely no idea where Jodie had gone.
Sure, she'd said she was going to the bathroom. But do you know how many bathrooms there are in Hogwarts?? Let me tell you.
Too many.
I made my way up a random flight of stairs muttering darkly under my breath about the many times Jodie had pointed out to me the necessity of specification, but when it'd been her turn to live up to her own expectations, she'd pointedly failed. I wandered around aimlessly along the corridors and various levels, looking for a bathroom - well, technically for Jodie, not the bathroom, I mean.
Twenty minutes later, I finally got bored and sat down on the bald head of a short warlock statue with a scowl fixed on its face (that curiously reminded me of Ron) for a short respite. I mean, I value Jodie highly and all, and I did want to find her, but I decided that if Jodie didn't pop out from somewhere in front of me within the next ten seconds, I was going to go adventuring without her. I had a score to settle, too, you know.
I started to count to ten in my head while scuffing my toe on the stone floor. On the count of seven, I gave a start. There was a loud echoing disturbance in what had started to be a disturbingly quiet quietness. I looked around.
"Jodie?" I asked.
All occupants were glowering towards one general direction; apparently, most of them had been dozing in the hot afternoon and had been woken by the sound.
Well, Jodie didn't appear. Some random old grandpa painting had sneezed mid-snore, producing an unnatural sound I'd never imagined possible, let alone actually heard before. The long, stone corridors furnished with tacky alabaster flooring (Powerful witches they may have been, but if Rowena Ravenclaw and Helena Hufflepuff had chosen the color themes for this particular area of the castle, they - may they rest in peace - had no taste at all. Even Jodie can tell lilac and puce don't go together.) seemed to have magnified the sound.
I'd thought it been a cow choking mid-moo on a piece of grass. But I politely refrained from saying anything. (You know, that's me, polite and all.)
Noticing that the ten seconds had been over quite a while ago, I said to nobody in particular, "Well then, I'm off!"
I think some of the paintings looked at me weirdly. Stupid moving paintings.
Still grumbling about inconsiderate best friends, I set off again, now with the noble objective of spreading randomness to the world (a disease the world seems to be sadly in desperate lack of.)
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Good old times, I thought nostalgically as I sprinted up what must have been my eighth staircase. Following hotly on my heels was one pissed off caretaker. He was in much worse shape than I was, however. Frequent bouts of being chased by various people for various reasons such as: a) petting a kitty that just happened to be Professor McGonagall, b) being wrongly blamed as the one who drew pictures of Ichigo and Rukia all over Ron's essay (Ron apparently thought that it was an attempt at poking fun at his so-called "relationship" with Hermione. He doesn't seem to realize that Hermione doesn't have black hair, and that he, himself, isn't hot. Then again, J.K. Rowling never said Ron was a genius, did she? Jodie looked suspiciously innocent amid all the finger pointing.), and c) toilet papering the Whomping Willow (believe me, I'll never do that again), had me still breathing normally and capable of thinking nostalgic thoughts. Filch, on the other hand, needed to chase more people around (and I have a feeling he will this year, what with some interesting new additions to the Hogwarts roster, namely two of the Chinese persuasion...)
Anyways, this time I was caught innocently renovating the bathroom wall with squiggles of random anime fan pictures, before, of course, signing Jodie's name in the corner with my ever-present sharpie. (TAKE THAT MISS OH-I'LL-JUST-FRAME-OTHERS-FOR-MY-BAD-BAD-OOPSIES.)
He was hobbling up the stairs, not at all with my bounce and inexhaustible vitality (just gimme some Apple Jacks and you'll see), breathing extremely heavily and only just managing to spit out, "Come...back here...you!!"
His attempted speech ended in a little gargle.
"Your method of communication is crude and appalling," I shot back regally. "And, quite frankly, you smell like crap." I wrinkled my nose at him.
He snarled and my eyes brightened.
"Are we starting an Edward approach now?" I asked with mock-excitement, referring to Stephenie Meyer's brilliant creation. (Jodie: Wait...that's not right. Edward is smexy. Filch...isn't.)
Filch gritted his teeth and bolted after me with renewed strength. In turn, I, too, resumed to run.
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I first caught a glimpse of tousled smoky dark brown hair, so brown it almost seemed black. As I made my way up the stairs, broad shoulders and a lean, muscled body framed in a plain navy blue T-shirt came into view. The back of some faded jeans and a pair of Nike-encased feet followed, and then I was close enough to hear him as he talked to a painting.
You know, if this wasn't Hogwarts, there would be something seriously wrong with that picture.
"-know which way is to the--No, no, come back! Wait!!"
He was trying to get directions from a painting containing a knight in bent armor on an overweight pony. Ha. Fat luck with that, I thought. (The only reason why I was thinking so harshly of the irksome painting was: a) that was the painting that gave Jodie and me random directions for 30 minutes when we first got lost at Hogwarts, and b) he's way cute. The guy asking for directions, I mean, not the knight....or the pony.)
Jodie says I have a tendency to get distracted if there's a tall, potential hottie within a 30-feet radius. I told her not to be jealous. She said that didn't make sense.
My plan to run past, hair flying, shooting him a coy glance as I passed (what can I say - he was in a 30-feet radius of moi wasn't he?) (Jodie: *whispered in an informative tone* This tactic is called "shoving the blame onto an innocent bystander", perfected and oftenly used by the now-distracted Ms. Karen - though breakthrough information from her best friend says that she also responds to the names: nincompoop, weirdo, and 'Hey, you!'. The informant tells the audience to apply the names freely, preferably as often as possible.) (*DEATHGLARE*), plummeted downwards and failed when he turned to the sound of my footsteps, saw a person running madly towards him, obviously struggled a bit internally about whether or not asking said person running towards him was worse than threatening a painting with physical harm, before he called out to me, "Excuse me, miss! Would you happen to know where the good Professor Dumbledore's office is located?"
At least, that's what I imagined would happen. Isn't that what they always do, speaking in British accents and everything?
What he actually did was make up his mind, strengthen his resolution, acquire a determined gleam in his piercing green eyes...and then he stuck out his arm straight in my path.
Woah. Didn't see that coming.
I ran right into his arm, smacking my forehead on his surprisingly hard biceps, sort of rebounded off them, before falling onto the hard, cold, and unmerciful floor, earning a few (undeserved, if I may say so) bruises. (Jodie: Well, considering that sometimes when you do deserve them you don't get them, I think that it's deserving that you deserve them even when you don't think you deserve them.) (Karen: o.O … DID YOU JUST INSULT ME?!?!) (Jodie: Tehe.)
He looked down at me with his emerald gaze, not looking the least bit contrite.
"Hey, do you know where Dumbledore's office is?" he asked me casually, like he capsized people every day. Huh, maybe that's why he had transfer now, so late in the year - because his classmates got fed up with him knocking them over all the time and so he got kicked out of the school. I giggled, before wincing when I realized that that was sort of a weird thing to do when you were just a recent victim of male masochism (so he thinks that just because he can flex and then I'll bounce, dazed, off his rock-hard muscles, he's superior to me? Ohoho think again, you raging sea of testosterone. See the full power of us estrogen vessels!! *pause* Eh...maybe when I'm in better shape. Like when I'm actually able to move at all.), even by my standards. And it's not like my normal-cy compass points anywhere near north. I think the fall bruised more important organs than my outer appendages - specifically one in the upper head-ish region.
"You know," I croaked, still lying on the ground, completely winded. Okay, and I admit my legs were starting to feel a bit sore, too. "You could've just asked." I turned my bruised, sore, and overall much-battered body over to lie on my back, drawing my knees up, closing my eyes from exhaustion and placing the back of my hand over them.
"Yeah," he said with a wicked grin, "I know."
I gathered what was left of my damaged dignity (as I was currently in a vulnerable position, being looked down upon, as it was, and, furthermore, unable to do anything about it, what with having finally run out of gas after running into a number of walls. Or at least, that's just what it felt like, for the most recent time, I mean.) as well as energy, and squinted open an eye I had just closed to give the dark-haired boy a one-eyed glare.
He grinned at me, white teeth flashing.
As I lay there, contemplating whether a good, swift jab to the place where the base of his neck and his shoulders met (note to self: Ask Jodie where exactly you're supposed to jab to execute the Vulcan deathgrip.) would wipe the smile off the cheeky blighter, and how exactly to carry out such a jab, I heard a familiar wheezing gurgle.
Brought a twinkle to my eyes and a fire in my bones, it did.
Like a flash, I stood up. Turning to face the stairs and a limping (not to mention furious) Filch, I promptly waved and sunnily hailed, "Land ho, my radiant rose!" I said conversationally to the green-eyed guy next to me while never taking my eyes off the progressing figure, "Just keep on going," I pointed to the right, "that-away, and you'll get there…somewhere…eventually."
Keep your eyes on the ball, Karen, I told myself. You can only settle one score at a time. Oh ho, but never fret my pretty, I thought, glancing meaningfully at the tall boy next to me, I'll get you back sometime later.
When he caught my gaze on him, I remarked, "As you can see, I'm kinda in a rush," I muttered under my breath, "which I was even before you armed me ever-so-kindly," before continuing, "so I," I bowed with a flourish, "shall be taking my leave." I shrugged and added nonchalantly, "Paparazzi and all."
He gave me The Eyebrow.
Oh my god, he looked so devilishly hot using our secret technique . NO, BAD KAREN. We are on a mission here. He is the future Enemy. But how did he know one of Jodie and my personal movement things?!?!? Did he know the depth of its meaning? Maybe he's a spy - a cute one though...
Then Filch roared, breaking my traitorous train of thought, "I'll get you for that, you insolent slimy rule-breaking twit of a Muggle, if it's the last thing I do!!!"
Hm. Seems he gained more breath now.
"They just love me." I smiled sweetly, playing the innocent school girl.
He snorted and said, green eyes dancing, "I can see that."
Filch was just two staircases away. Time for my parting words of wisdom.
I said hastily, "Well then. I should get going now." I grinned. " I hope you get to wherever you need to go. Oh, and try not to run into any walls. Hogwarts seems to enjoy sprouting random ones at the most annoying times and watch unlucky people in a hurry run into them." I fingered my sore nose.
He passed off a laugh as a sudden cough (o.O I can see right through you, Mr. Laugh At Me And Get Away With It) and said, "I'll remember that."
I gave him a quick smile, took a step up the stairs, then turned and ran back to stuff the Sharpie I had been holding the whole time into his surprised hand (if hands could be surprised). "Here, have a Sharpie. On me. And I won't even charge you for it," I proposed, and then bounded up the stairs two steps at a time, calling back, "Come on, old man! You can do better than that! And I'm sure that wall would have needed a good scrubbing soon anyways!!!"
I heard Filch swear a string of profanities behind me and pound up the stairs behind me. As I raced away, grabbing a fistful of my robes in one hand and lifting them, praying that I wouldn't trip anytime soon, I thought I heard a low chuckle from down below the both of us.
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"No, no! Don't come towards me!! There's too many following you!! Look how many there's already behind me!!" Jodie shouted frantically at me from her end of the corridor as she caught sight of me turning round a corner to run towards her, Filch and a couple of hulking sixth-year Slytherins he'd recruited along the way in tow. She had Crabbe and Goyle on her tail, doing a couple of agile side-steps and dodges as she ran towards me, avoiding their not-so-agile attempts to tackle or grab assorted parts of her body, those pervs.
"Too late," I observed thoughtfully, stepping firmly on the pinky of Filch's outstretched hand that had been sneakily trying to work its way toward my ankle (for some reason, he was crawling on the ground, gasping for air...) before skipping out of his grimy reach and dashing past his henchmen.
Jodie and I collided in the middle of the hallway, in a planned sort of way (the words "sort of" loosely applied). I landed on the ground, holding the upper half of my body (mainly the whole delicate face area) away from the hard floor with the palms of my hands. She ended up in a heroic on-one-knee-with-an-elbow-on-it pose. Dang it, she just has more of a knack for these sort of things. When I fall, I fall. When she falls, she always manages to land looking epic. The unfairness of this cruel world is staggering. *fainting pose* What has a poor, gentle, faultless girl like me ever done? (Everyone: -silence- ...-bursts out laughing-) (Me: -glare-)
Our eyes met and something just clicked.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked deviously.
I grinned back.
"Special JK Move No. 55!" Jodie yelled at the cluster of people that were surrounding us in a more oblong than circle style.
Crabbe was startled enough by the sudden (and surprisingly loud and echo-y - apparently stone walls make for good acoustics) outburst to skid to a stop, before tumbling to the ground after being bowled over by the colossal Goyle that hadn't quite been able to stop so fast, mayhaps because of his colossal-ness (you know, momentum and all that shizzaz).
I blinked. "I was thinking more of the 57," I remarked. "It's more fun and leaves us with an easier escape route. And there's less blood to clean up."
"Good point. 57 it is." Jodie's eyes glinted in anticipation.
Our audience looked confused. Well, they'd figure it out soon enough.
"Shall we?" I asked Jodie mock-politely.
She beamed, the epitome of a well-bred lady accepting an invitation to dance. "It's always a pleasure."
To put it frankly, what she did next a well-bred lady would never have dreamed of.
Subtly adjusting herself into a crouch, Jodie positioned herself behind me, staring back at the now hesitant onlookers.
They never knew what hit them.
I whipped my leg out and did an eye-blurring 360 turn like those old kung-foo movies (yeah, about the kung-foo? Not actually true. My mom, a Chinese dance teacher, taught me this trick when I was four, and she'd ingrained into my sub-cranium that the original move was from an ancient Chinese dance, and those movie people had just got it from them, taking all the credit when they'd gone big-screen. Who knew.), tripping the immediate encroachers of Jodie and me's personal bubble (long legs have their advantages). There was an instantaneous domino effect, although the smarter few (and trust me, they were few) managed to leap out of the way before their neighbors pulled them down with them. Jodie then effectively carried out her part and went around dealing crippling blows to those in need - a kick here and there, some to the stomach, others...well, let's just say they won't be procreating anytime soon, though I doubted these sad excuses for men had any means of doing so. When she'd finished slapping a few heads together, she strolled over to my side, whistling cheerfully.
We were two entities surrounded by a sea - fine, pool - of bodies in various stages of either unconscious, groaning, or swelling. I high-fived Jodie, grinning.
She rolled her eyes, a broad grin on her face despite herself, and said, "Too easy."
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We ran laughing straight into Professor McGonagall's withering glare - then walked meekly to our seats looking as innocent as a cloudless blue sky.
The professor harrumphed before continuing the speech she'd been giving to the class before we'd interrupted (ho-hum...), "As I was saying, we are honored today to receive the presence of a new student. Just recently transferred from the state of Indiana of the United States of America, he is new to wizarding ways and to the British country. There was an informal inducting ceremony earlier and the Sorting Hat has decided that he be placed under my care in the house of Gryffindor. I hope that, especially as his new classmates, you will all assist him in every possible way to let him feel comfortable amongst us. "
A wave of murmurs rippled through the class - one easily distinguishable voice (a shame to the very color Lavender she is *shakes head*) whispered the question for me: "Do you think he's hot?"
Jodie nudged my side with her elbow. She cricked an Eyebrow at me with a suggestive smile. Apparently she knew that was the first thing that would pop up in my mind. (And probably hers too. Luckily, she only goes for Asians, or I may have to kill her...WAIT...) I did my thing and ignored her, my eyes intent on Professor McGonagall like she was a Kirkland water bottle and I had been stranded in the Sahara for a week. Jodie sniffed at my snub and turned her back to me, nose high in the air. Meh - I'd make it up to her later. She's a sucker for anything Bleach-related.
McGonagall cleared her throat and the class fell silent once more.
"And so, I now present with great pleasure, Benjamin Aaron Matthew Isolde."
A dark-haired boy ducked through the door to stand at the front of the classroom, returning our curious gazes (or in Lavender's case, just plain gawping) with his brilliantly green eyes.
There was a collective gasp from all the females in the room - and then Lavender fainted.
I rolled my eyes. Theatrics, the lot of them.
His strong jawline twitched, like he was suppressing the urge to burst out laughing. I eyed him suspiciously.
But, as was expected, Benjamin Aaron Matthew rushed to her prone body to help her up. A knight in shining armor. Whoohoo. (sarcastically said) Oh yeah, well someone hasn't been reading their bedtime stories 'cuz knights in shining armors don't go around bowling people over. Trust me. I checked.
"Are you alright, miss?" he asked in one of those deep, husky voices, the kind that you hear before you see the guy, and from it, you can tell he's a good-looking one. (Jodie: Not true. Brendon Fraiser has a sexy man voice, but now he's fat.)
Hey. Wasn't this the scene that was supposed to play out when he ran into me? What's up with that? I looked on, annoyed.
She batted her eyelashes furiously at him - yes, actually batted her eyelashes - before saying in a simpering falsetto, "I-I don't know what happened. I was sitting there, listening as you were being introduced, and then everything went dark." She wrapped her arms around his muscular upper body and leaned her head against his chest. Oh no, she didn't!!!! "I was so scared," she whimpered, squeezing a few tears out to prove her point. (As if it wasn't already clear as day she just wanted to touch his body. Um, ew.) Benjamin cricked an Eyebrow at her like he, too, could see the daylight, and, consequently, the sad charade she was attempting was seen through completely.
Jodie, once again reunited in friendship with me after the appearance of a common antagonist, jerked her head at the pair of them, then fluttered her eyelashes at me with a great deal of fervor. I returned the favor, mock-swooning behind their backs. We both started cracking up, drawing the attentions of everyone (yet again.) This time though, there was a new person in our midst, and I'd happened to have been lucky enough to meet him earlier...
Benjamin's...or was it Aaron's...no, I swear it was Matthew's...eyes widened as he recognized my familiar face. "You..." he said.
I smiled eagerly as I waited to see what sort of impression I'd left on this one.
"Have we met?"
I slumped down in my seat, the picture of a woeful soul. Failure. Jodie shook with smothered laughter at the newest jab in my already many times punctured ego - I'd already relayed to her what had happened to me as she had been preoccupied in the ladies' room. I raised my head a tiny bit and pleaded, "Not even a smudge of a memory? I've left no mark whatsoever on that block of yours that you call a head"
His eyes narrowed at the vituperative words that flowed off of my smiling lips, but a smile danced teasingly on his lips. The insolent irritant, I swore internally. He did remember me. Mind games, ey? I'll show you mind games. Here are masters at work.
"How rude of me," I remarked with apathetic politeness. Nodding at Jodie, who gave a nod of her own back, we stood and bowed in unison, each rising a little as we named ourselves, saying together, "We are merely gentle Karen and humble Jodie, at your service."
"We are honored to be in your presence, sir," I said demurely, and bobbed a curtsy.
Jodie added shyly, "We've never met anyone near close to the likes of you." She, too, bobbed a curtsy.
I almost choked with laughter at the thought of Jodie being shy, but continued on bravely with my unbeatable poker face, "Let me refresh your memory then, sir."
He watched us uncertainly.
I had an audience to impress now. The message I was sending was not for him, but for the class, and more importantly, Professor McGonagall. Lavender, thankfully, had already stopped clinging to him (it).
"I was walking along peacefully, being the timid girl as I am, when suddenly this vile, unspeakable stranger attacked me and I ended up," I hesitated and then continued softly - but just loud enough for everyone to hear - , "lying on the ground." I slipped just the right of horror and shame into my voice, making more out of the scene than had actually happened. You know the saying: where there's smoke, there's fire? Well, I'd basically just done a Karen and changed the rules - and rented a smoke-making machine. Here's the part where everyone starts to run around, thinking that there's actually a fire - when there wasn't. But they couldn't tell, now could they? And that was the brilliance of it. Tada.
Rushing to my side, Jodie patted my back in moral support, shooting glares at one confused Benjamin Aaron Matthew.
Professor McGonagall stood up to do her part. Her face had turned pale as a vampire, her voice appalled as she insisted, "So you mean to say...this man - he assaulted you?" I could see the cogs turning in her brains, the horror at such a scandal - and on dear BenAMa's very first day, too.
I chose my words carefully. "He violently assailed me, ma'am, in the most brutal of ways." Haha. Chew on that.
The class showed a mixture of emotions on their faces - shock, disbelief, horror, grief, confusion, and...suspicion from those who knew Jodie and me better.
Ben's face was unreadable. But he made no attempt to defend himself. Why didn't he say something?
McGonagall turned to him and asked firmly, "Well? Is this true?"
He didn't answer, and he didn't meet her gaze. He just looked at…me. Stared at me with eyes that had turned the deep blue-green of oceans. I didn't understand. Didn't he know what was at stake? What could happen if he didn't stand up for himself? By God, he was going to get himself expelled!! What was he - was that a challenge I saw in his eyes? Was he daring me to continue the lie I had started? To let him take the blame for something he hadn't even done? What was this? Was he crazy!?!! This had gone so far beyond mind games, it was mind-blowing.
"Mr. Isolde?" the professor asked sharply.
Still no reply.
The idiot. Was it too much to ask for some hot, bright, and normal guys in my world for a change??
I inhaled sharply - and then let out my breath with a delicate sigh of defeat. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't.
Then, mentally calling myself different variations of stupid for getting myself in such a fix, I answered for him. "No, professor. He didn't do it."
OMGEE DISCLAIMER haha cannot forget this... x] NO I DID NOT FORGET THE DISCLAIMER. (Hehe.)
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Rowling except for me, Jodie, my Sharpie, and my Barbie. (AND MATT, YESH CANNOT FORGET HIM. x]])
Karen's Note! (Again!): DUNDUNDUN CLIFFHANGERRR…Don't hate me and don't get angry that I took so long writing this AWESOME chapter (hinthint) and REVIEW LIKE CRAZY, and I might update faster. ;) YESH KAREN IS WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER AS WELLL (Not that Jodie knows this buuut…OH WELL TOO BAD. LOLL) BECUZ SHE HAS HAD A REVELATION: SHORTER CHAPTERS=QUICKER UPDATES=MORE REVIEWS! :O Yes, I do surprise myself with my awesomeness sometimes. XD LUV YAAAA. KAREN