A Tangled Web We Weave

A Tangled Web We Weave

Chapter 3

The Quidditch Match

I just woke up, with this diary in my hands. I hope that no one saw what I wrote about my dad in here. That is my private memory. I haven't told anyone. Not Angelina or Katie, not even my mom. It is something that happened between me and my dad. I don't want anyone else to know.

When I went down to the common room, I knew that something was not right. Fred and Angelina weren't snogging; their usual morning routine, and Angelina and Katie were on opposite sides of the room. Fred sat with Katie though. That was what was cautioning me. I knew that there was some disaster going on while I was in my dormitory, something I didn't want to find out about.

I cornered Katie just before I had to go to my Ancient Ruins class. She was talking to her friend, Leanne, before I caught up with her. "Hey, Kates," I said. "What was up with you and Angelina? And why was she not snogging Fred and he was sitting with you?" Katie's eyes started to tear up a bit. "Oh, 'Licia!" When the twins took me to the hospital, Fred asked me out! He and Angelina broke up over a fight they had and he asked me out! George was going to say something just before then, and Oh! I thought he was going to say that he loved me, George, I mean. Fred was talking to Madame Pomfrey and George and I were together! It was so wonderful! And then he turned to face me then, Oh! Fred had to come in and say that he wanted to talk to me later. George turned pale and then left without saying goodbye. After Madame Pomfrey fixed me up, he asked me if I would want to go out with him sometime. He looked so set on it that I couldn't say no! When I told Angelina, she got mad at me, saying I was a boyfriend thief. I didn't want to tell you because you would be crushed! Even more so than when he asked Angelina out because I don't really like him that much. I'm so sorry, Alicia!" she said, all in two breathes.

I hugged her and told her it was alright. I mean Katie and Angelina were gorgeous and I was their geeky friend, Alicia, whose greatest achievement in life was to be the ignored Chaser who was Angelina Johnson's and Katie Bell's friend.

Lunch that day was very awkward. I sat beside Angelina and Katie, who weren't talking to each other. Angelina said that she wanted to get back together with Fred because the fight they had was stupid but she couldn't because Katie took him away two seconds after they broke up. Katie argued that Fred was the one who asked her out and she wouldn't stab Angelina in the back. Angelina snapped that she could've just said no. I was eating my sandwich in silence, seeing how much damage an utterly sexy god like Fred Weasley could do.

We had Quidditch practice again. Poor Katie was bossed around by Angelina so much that Katie fell off her broom from over excursion and Fred had to dive and get her, much to Angelina despite. He took her to his dormitory so she could rest. Angelina mumbled under her breath that it was just an excuse to stall the practice. I said a little prayer that Angelina would forgive Katie. Soon.

When I got back to the tower, I went upstairs to the boys' dormitory so that I could see Katie, Lee, who was standing their nude (I did not see this, thank God), told me that Katie left the time he came in, crying. I thanked him with my hand covering my eyes and left to go to Katie's dormitory.

Leanne, Katie's best friend in her own year, told me that Katie was crying over how much of a bad friend she was to do that to Angelina and that she was going to break up with Fred as soon as she saw him. I went over to Katie and her bed and asked Leanne to leave us alone.

"Kates," I told her, holding her. "It's alright. Angelina shouldn't have broken up with Fred if she wanted him back. He asked you out, not the other way around. He's really lucky to have you." Katie started crying even more. "Oh, I want George though! I know it sounds selfish, but I do! I know that they're twins and practically the same, but George is different in ways that Fred doesn't have. You understand," she told me. I did understand. I totally understood her. My roommate, Tara, asked me why I didn't like George when I couldn't have Fred is because they were different in ways. George thinks about what he says and Fred is out spoken, saying what comes to mind. George is a subtle kind of funny while Fred is a bang out kind of funny. They are different.

Katie was cheered up. She got the courage to go up and asked Angelina to forgive her. Angelina actually said that she was being abitch about it and that she was the one who needed to be forgiven. My friends got back together and that was fine with me. I hated them fighting because they were the ones who brought color into our conversations. So that was fine with me.

Today was out big Quidditch match, first one of the season, against Slytherin. Angelina was driving us crazy with practices, especially since Fred and George's little brother, Ron, was the new Keeper since Oliver Wood left two years ago and he wasn't exactly amazing. Unless by a miracle that Harry gets the snitch before the Slytherins score too many goals, we might win.

I loved flying. The first time my mother actually let me go on a broomstick (she was overly cautious about me after my dad died), I loved the feeling. I loved being high up in the sky, floating through the clouds, having the wind rip through my poor excuse for blonde hair. The land with my mother worrying that I will fall, breaking every bone in my body, was gone, I was free from it. All my troubles I was free from. I would always fly to get away from the real world. When my mom had finacial troubles after my dad died, I would fly to escape that. When Fred and Angelina started to go out, I hardly was on the ground. My mom always joked that when things were rocky, my head was always in the clouds because when I wasn't actually flying, I was dreaming about it.

When I first got up on my broom and left my land self completly, being the true Alicia, I loved the feeling. Even in the fast past game of Quidditch, it is so beautiful to have everyone melt away from you. Yes, you have to pay attention to the game, especially where you fellow Chasers are so they can pass to you. The feeling of flying was too indescribable to feel.

The game was a disaster. Oh, we won alright. I didn't score, the perfect Angelina was the only one whodid. (I can't help when I say things like that. It's hard when you have a beautiful. talented, funny and intelligent friend like Angelina)Harry saved the snitch before Slytherin scored too many points. The problem is that Ron was just as raw as he was on the first practice. And George asked me out. Yes, you heard me, George Weasley, not Fred asked me out. George Weasley, not Fred kicked Lee out of the commentating box and confessed his love for me in front of the whole school. And then he got into a fight with Draco Malfoy after the game.

Draco Malfoy was a pale, Slytherin ferret who is two years younger than me. Seriously, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher inmy sixth year, Professor Moody, transfigured him into a ferret for all of 10 seconds. A pure white, bouncing ferret. He stayed that way until McGonagall came and transfigured Malfoy back to his original form. Moody was a pretty cool guy even though he turned out to be a fake, one of Voldemort's Death Eaters who we thought was dead for a number of years impersonating Moody by using Polyjuice Potion.

What Malfoy said to George was embarrassing. It was insulting. I had to keep myself from crying. At first he made a rude comment about Fred and George's mum to Ron and then George came in and punched him. Then, he whispered to George, the most insulting thing anyone could say to him about us. Too bad that your girlfriend is in love with your twin and that his girlfriend like you. We had to hold Fred back. Katie was reassuring him that she really liked him a lot. Harry Potter, who was fighting Malfoy as well because Malfoy made a crack about his mother, and George were magically restrained by an Impedimenta Jinx from Madam Hooch

George was sent to McGonagall. He told me later that Umbridge, who was high inquisitor of Hogwarts, had given him, Fred and Harry lifelong Quidditch bans. The good news is that Angelina won't ever get mad at Harry for missing practices because he had a detention with Umbridge ever again. The bad news is that she has to have tryouts for two Beaters and a Seeker, which judging by the material that came out for the Keeper tryouts, is not going to be easy. Poor, poor Angelina.

When I got to my room I did something I hadn't done since my dad's death,cried. I locked myself in a closet and cried. Cried like a baby until I could feel that my eyes were red. When I went outside I think I saw something. The true Alicia, outside my window on her broom. I went to my bed and cried even more. Then the door opened and I panicked. It was Lee and Angelina.