25 November
1:30 PM
Divination
I'm almost looking forward to double detention tonight, because it means I will have clean uniforms and will no longer be parading around in this ridiculous Whore/Tart Queen ensemble I'm currently sporting. All day people have been making comments to me, like "Nice work on the shrinking charm, Bell!" or "Look at the quiddike player…sorry, I mean quidditch player!" And boys keep dropping their quills in front of me and asking me to bend over and pick them up while one stands in the front and the other stands in the back. Suddenly Hogwarts has a new tramp, and I'm finding myself to be it…What the hell, people!? Since WHEN do I have a reputation of being easy?? No one even wants me, and then all of a sudden because I dress like a sleez, I'm popular with nine-tenths of Hogwarts' male population?! Merlin, people, get a life!
Divination has by far been the worst class for it. Mainly because the only good coming out of Trelawney's crystal balls sitting on the center of our tables is that it's amplifying my cleavage for Bole and Derrick's viewing pleasure. I shifted in my seat, but the damned thing's so big it doesn't matter. I gave up caring a while ago. Fred and George already spy on me in the locker rooms when we're changing, how much worse could it get?
Speaking of the twins, George hasn't spoken to me all day and I don't know why, so screw him and his Hogsmeade invitation. It wasn't like I was going to go with him anyway. Yeah, right. I'd rather eat my cat. Or Alicia's. It's puffier. I'm not going with Roger Davies either, as much as I'd like to see Marietta Edgecomb do her nut, and freak out, and pull out all of her curly hair and start to live a life of celibacy with 24 cats. Or something to that effect.
Anyway.
It's pissing me off that George is suddenly all grins and laughs now with Fred, and he hasn't even spoken to me all day. I'M supposed to be the joy in his life, remember?! ME. He was the one that asked me to effing Hogsmeade, might I remind him? Geez. It better not be because I saw him talking to Marietta after Transfiguration this morning. Gag me.
Example of George's Obnoxiousness:
So when the twins saw we were doing crystal ball gazing today, Fred stands up in the middle of class & goes, "Hey George, why do you think some wizards can't have babies?" And then George stands up and strokes his chin and is all, "Well I don't know, Fred, maybe because they have CRYSTAL BALLS!! A-hahahahahaha!" And then they both start cracking up laughing, and of course no one else does because if they're Gryffindors, they've heard that joke seventeen thousand times and if they're Slytherins, they don't get it.
Stupid twins.
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6:45 PM
Common Room
I'm sitting by myself. Angelina and Alicia were being stupid, and accusing me of trying to look like a tramp in order to get George to notice me. And when I told them that I didn't need to dress like a whore to get his attention, seeing as how he asked me to Hogsmeade last night when I was dressed rather more conservatively, all hell broke loose.
They were all, "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" Like it was such a major deal that a boy could want to go to Hogsmeade with me. Puh-lease. I am desirable. Just ask the 1.2 men that wanted me before I wore Alicia's uniform today. Yeah. Take that.
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26 November
1:01 AM
Dorm Room
My Bed
Well my life is a mess. I had not one, but two detentions tonight with not one, but two Weasley twins. It was horrifying.
Around seven they marched over to where I was studying—okay, pretending to study—and Fred yells extremely loudly in my ear, "READY FOR DETENTION, KATIE KATE?!" and grabs me around the waist and tosses me across his shoulder as George sticks his tongue out from behind Fred.
I hate that guy. So very, very much.
So we go to McGonagall's office as usual. Fred kept hugging me at arbitrary intervals and squeezing me to him, while I just glared with my arms crossed and George stared at the floor. She looked too tired and annoyed to deal with us, so she dished out instructions without batting an eyelash. I felt her pain.
She told us we would be scrubbing down the Charms room. Apparently some first years were trying to levitate toads and one of the prodded too hard, and now the Charms room is covered in frog guts. McGonagall took care to inform us that she placed a charm on the room that wouldn't allow us to use magic.
George said something about it being ironic. I kicked him. McGonagall looked at the ceiling and sighed.
I couldn't care less. My thinking was that at least Fred was in the room and so George wouldn't be as much of a moron. Mind you, they're both morons, but George isn't SO much of a prat when Fred's around to deflect his attention elsewhere. Then they just spend their time making stupid noises and inventing brainless shit that turns suckers dumb enough to eat stuff from them into various winged creatures. But at least they leave me alone.
Except when we got there it sucked. Because Fred suddenly fell silent and became intensely interested in the texture of frog guts and muttered something about being perfect for his new idea. When George tried to help, Fred pushed him away and said he wasn't ready to share it yet. Whatever, Fred. I swear, he's just as bad as McGonagall.
So George and me worked in silence. I vented my feelings by ever so often flicking some dried toad at the back of his neck where his hair curled up at the ends. Parts of it stuck in his long shaggy hair. I'm not sure if he noticed, but it sure made me feel a hell of a lot better. Wanker.
Half an hour later, I was in mid-flick of a particularly potent and unidentifiable frog fraction when George whirls around and bats it away with his scraper. Damn, his quidditch reflexes are good.
"Why'd you agree to go to Hogsmeade with Roger Davies?" was what he said. Demanded, more like. "I already asked you to go with me and you said no."
I rolled my eyes and was suddenly angry. "YOU didn't give me time TO answer," I reminded him. "You ran up the stairs like a scared little girl."
"Well you would have said no!"
"You don't know that!"
Fred looked up, interested. "It's about time!" he shouted.
"SHUT UP!" we both yelled. He shrugged and turned back around.
"Well it's not like it matters, you're going with Roger anyway."
I was pissed. Still am, in fact. Who gives him the right to say what I'm doing and assume whatever the hell he wants regarding me and my Hogsmeade weekend?!
"Damn right I am!" It just popped out. I didn't mean it. I had no desire to go with Roger. He was a wanker. But if it would piss George off, I'd do it.
"Well good!" he shouts. "Because I'm going with Marietta Edgecomb!'
I gasp, and then try to cover it up. "FINE!" I shout. "Like I care!"
"I was only asking you to make Marietta jealous, anyway!"
"And I was only considering saying yes to make ROGER jealous!!"
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
"Could you two kids keep it down please?" Fred asks pleasantly. "I'm trying to serve my detention peacefully."
I'm about to tackle Fred, and it looks like George is too when McGonagall bursts in, shouting something about what in Godric's name is going on down here, and Fred looks up and is all, "Well, I was simply attempting to serve my detention like the peace promoting and penitent Hogwarts student I am, when George and Katie Bell had a little dispute. I was trying to lead them with my shining example, but—"
"Oh, go to bed, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall said, flustered.
George immediately dropped his scraper and started for the door, but McGonagall grabbed him and held him by the shoulders and yelled NOT YOU!
Fred cheerily left the room, but not before giving me a wet sloppy kiss on top of my head. I kicked him.
"MISS BELL!"
So she starts to yell about keeping her up at all hours of the night, but I don't think either George or I are listening because we're both so pissed at each other and we're just glaring, and I think somewhere in there she took fifty points from Gryffindor each. I'm too angry to care much about how torked the rest of my house would be at me and George in the morning. Screw Gryffindor. I stopped caring about house points a long time ago, anyway. And it's not like we won't just win them back in Quidditch anyway.
Then she gave George and me two more weeks of detention.
"WHAT?!"
We both yelled it at the same time.
McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Until you two can learn to coexist without ripping each other to pieces, these are the consequences!!"
I sorely wanted to point out to her that detention didn't seem to be molding us into model citizens as she was down here yelling at us for yelling.
Instead, I blurted out, "George and I hate each other! Why can't you understand that?? The more you stick us together, the more we fight!"
George looked livid. "You hate me now?! I thought we were friends!"
"Yeah, well that walked out the door the moment you asked me to Hogsmeade!"
"And you said no!"
"I did not!"
"SILENCE!" McGonagall yells, and her eyebrows tie together in one long one. George actually jumped. Idiot. "Whatever the two of you are talking about, it doesn't hold any consequence as neither of you will be attending Hogsmeade this weekend. You will be in my office at six o'clock sharp doing the most menial tasks I can devise!"
And she stomps out the door.
"You lost me my date with Marietta Edgecomb!" George spat as soon as McGonagall slammed the door shut. He threw his arms up and the scraper flew out of his left hand. I tried to duck, but I wasn't quick enough and it sliced me above my left eye. I instantly started gushing blood.
"Shit!" I yelled. "SHIT! Damn it, George, why the bloody hell'd you do that?!"
"I-I didn't mean to!" he stammered, and rushed toward me.
"Yeah right, like you didn't just try to kill me," I snapped.
George guiltily takes off his tie and holds it to my head, while giving me some pill out of his robes.
Like I'm putting that in my mouth.
Except I did. George shoved it in there when I was yelling at him. It stopped my bleeding.
"Um…thanks," I said awkwardly.
"No problem," he muttered. He shoved his hands in his pocket.
He sort of looked cute standing there all guilty with his tie off and shirt undone and his hair all disheveled.
Damn it. Can't believe I wrote that. And it's not like I can retract it, or anything. Because there it is, mocking me. Immortalized in quill.
Booooo.
I really, really hate that guy.
Anyway, I wiped off my head and gave him his tie back. He shoved it in his bag.
We worked in awkward silence for the remainder of the hour, and then George did some fancy charm work and undid McGonagall's spell and cleaned the rest of the room.
"Too bad we can't go to Hogsmeade this weekend," he muttered.
I don't know even now if he meant together, or in general. So I just muttered too bad back. Safety in generality. That's how I pass potions. I just say stupid stuff in my essays everyone knows and Snape can't grade me harsher than an Acceptable because I didn't say anything wrong. It's a good system. And it worked with George.
"Well, ready to go back to the common room?" he asks. I shake my head because I still have another detention. He looks like he's about to volunteer to help, or so I thought, but then he just shrugs and walks off. Idiot. Stupid Katie, for thinking George would ever do anything remotely helpful.
I have a lot to think about as I go to my next detention, where I spent three hours doing stupid laundry.
Oh well.
At least I have clean uniforms.
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