Woah, I read through the last chapter again, let me ask this:

Was I friggin drunk?

I would like to savoir this nice moment (lets be honest, ill ruin it in a little while) by thanks my first reviewers, areyousiriuslysirius and saroura92, anybody who's read the last chap and anyone who has followed it.

"Humble readers, I speak directly to you, I don't own Harry Potter."

But hey, ive got Lee right?

Anyway, new chappie; pinecone anyone?

Statement: The next week was uneventful for Lee.

Fact: The last statement was all utterly sarcastic.

Question: Why did people hate her so much?

After transfiguration class, Lee was halfway through eating her usual lunch; it consisted entirely of desserts. The chocolate pudding, as usual was fantastic, as an appetizer though. And for Lee, eating amazingly delicious apple pie was like drinking alcohol, she wouldn't remember anything except it, [the pie]. It was a bit like when people snog eachother, and they say that nothing else mattered in the universe except [snogger #1]'s lips on her's and [snogger #2's lips on his.

Eating elf made apple pie was exactly like that.

Nothing separated her from her food, that's why she took the liberty of removing her Gryffindor robes, shoulder bag and pulling her slightly see-through blouse's sleeves.

So, while making out with her pie, a group of well known mischief making students that were completely silent sat around her, and she noticed that something must have been wrong, so she looked up to see Lily Evans kiss James bleeding Potter's cheek, leaving him with a smug ad dazed look.

Black gagged, Lupin rolled his eyes and Pettigrew was turned around in his seat facing the Hufflepuffs. Directly at Kate Dumsler, who in return was batting her eye lashes and making kissy faces.

Gross. Was Pettigrew seriously dating her? And was Dumsler seriously dating him?

The 2 respect points Dumsler had were just chucked outta the window.

Evans looked around at everybody's shocked faces at said, "I. LOST. A. BET. DO NOT. EVER. TALK ABOUT THIS. AGAIN!" Everybody seemed satisfied and/or scared of the threatening answer, therefore, returning to their lunches.

Suddenly, she felt empty... oh yes, she needed more pie!

"Pass me the apple pie, Black?"

"Get it yourself." He said not even turning to face her, what a delightful gentleman!

So Lee just stretched over to the pie, grabbed a piece, then-

"DEATH-EATER!" Black scremed/whispered from beside her loud enough for all the Gryffindors to hear, causing her to drop her pie in the process and look around the hall in frantic worry. "BERMUDA, YOU FILTHY DEATH-EATER!" Every bleeding Gryffindor gasped.

Bermuda?

BERMUDA?!

LEE WAS NOT A DEATH-EATER!

She followed everybody's line of gaze, down at her forearm, beneath her slightly see-through blouse, you could see the fuzzy outline of something black.

She gasped in horror. Everybody did, infact. Except she gasped because that wasn't a dark mark- is was her butterfly she drew on her arm earlier in transfiguration. Everybody else thought she was a bleeding death-eater.

Was Black BLIND?

"Its not- I swea-" Lee started trying to fold up her blouse.

"Save it for your master-" Potter sneered.

Lupin sat at their side with a disappointed mixed with disgust face.

"We don't want to see the horrid thing!" Black screeched.

"Its- not- I-" Waving her hands frantically, trying to explain it was all a misunderstanding.

"Dont you dare ever try to come into our dorms ever again!" Evans' face was as red as her hair and she had her fists formed in balls.

"Thats how she perfected the spell in transfiguration today- Dark magic no doubt!" Somebody far infront of her said.

Great, now Hufflepuff was in on it too.

Que the gasping.

Lights, camera, run out of the great hall, sobbing, before people start chucking food at you!

Lee didn't even bother going to the classes held after lunch, instead she stayed in her miracle place on the fourth floor.

It was big enough to room 2 people at once, with dark blue walls, a desk, a black king sized four-poster bed, a kitchenette, a bathroom with a bathtub, shower, toilet and sink, a closet with slightly some of her weekend wear and 1 Gryffindor robe, and a little bell that would request elf service was given a ring.

And Lee appreciated what Dumbledore and Hogwarts had shared with her- except some students.

But she had better things than humans- she had books and parchment and quills; no use crying over people.

So she sniffed, wobbled over to her desk and fetched her two best friends and started to draw.

There was a lake, a big one, though it didn't resemble the school's black lake, on a hill. There was a dark meadow around it, the half moon hung in the sky. There were three giant beasts, heaving and howling, they weren't werewolves, they were snarling at an ugly duckling in the middle of the lake of pouring tears.

Lee woke up on her bed in the middle of dozens of tissues, parchments, quills and the bed sheets screwed around her lower body.

She hadnt seen people or the sun for 2 days- did nobody really care about her?

Not even a professor? Were they seriously disgusted at that lie Black told?

Not even a measly Death-Eater professor to look for her?

Not even ol' peeves to make fun of her.

Geez, if she suddenly died right now, shed look worse than moaning myrtle.

Poor Myrtle, she actually sympathized with the ghost a couple of times.

Well it didnt matter, today, she desperately needed food, so much food that it would be useless to try and list all of the confectioneries and fats, she needed to go down to the kitchens.

Except she didnt know where the kitchens were.

Sooo... she dressed and went down to the great hall for... was it dinner?

She had been in there so long she lost track of time on that fine... Saturday evening?

HONESTLY! HAD PEOPLE NEVER SEEN A DEATHEATER!? Sure they usually came from Slytherin, sure everybody suspected them but never tried to confront them, sure nobody thought a fifth year had enough balls to get a strip of dark magic tattooed onto their arms...

OK? Sure... nobody probably ever did that...

BUT NEITHER HAD SHE!

Whispers immediately broke out around the hall, except at the Slytherin table. They didn't seem to care at all

Every bloody table (minus 1) were gossiping about her. Without Dumbledore there even the staff table seemed to look suspiciously secretive...

Lee kept her eyes to look at one empty spot on the Gryffindore table's bench... almost there...

"TRAITOR!" Evans bellowed at her.

Que the hurtful and mean things.

Que the sobbing.

Lights, camera, run outta the great hall clutching your face feeling sorry for your parents, they must've been some poor, disappointed people.

But oh, thats right, Lee didn't have Parents.

When in depression, Draw the mickey outta something, oh, and eat the mickey outta all the food you can get, that helps too.

Well... Pine-cone?

Because... I love each and everyone of you pine-coners out there.

Sorry for the short chapter, Ill try to get it up to 3000 words for the next chapter, the reason behind making this short is probably because there was supposed to be something important to happen though i didnt want it to be in this one.

I'd like to officially say that this story has taken a turn into the dark side. We have cookies of course, because this dark side is made for all you depressed people who need desserts.

Thought Id go all deep and emotional, huh?

I have a major cheese-cake craving right now, argh!

xo-8tentacledcat.