After This The Unavoidable Kiss

On the one hand, I love Professor Weasley. He's smart and he's funny and he's charming and I learned a lot from him taking his class every year, so much so that I'm staying in the NEWT class even though I don't technically need to be an expert at caring for magical creatures. And he's rather fit for a professor. I mean. If you notice that sort of thing.

However, it's just struck me that I'll be cleaning out the thestral cages. Which means I'm going to smell like the stuff that falls out of a thestrals' backside for Merlin knows how long. What if I still reek even after the fifth shower?

...

Ryan, you are not allowed near me for at least seven days. Merle... well, I'll just go an quarantine myself to save you from the wrath of my stench. Last night was the last time you'll be able to crawl into bed with me without spontaneously combusting from the rank smell assaulting your nostrils. The rest of you... my sincerest apologies. I did it for the money and Professor Weasley.

All Hexed against staff:

My master plan has finally come to fruition. I have kind of mastered the fine art of making a seven course meal. Many of you have not. Which means, that most of you will starve, poison yourselves, or poison yourselves and then starve, in the weeks to come.

Unless I cook for you.

Yes, your lives are in my hands. I feel the power. I feel it. Mad with power, you say? Delusions of grandeur, I hear? Nay! Do not bite the hand that feeds you, Hogwarts, for I spent all day making these:



And insubordination will be punished with being forced to watch me feed them to everyone but you! Can you hear my evil laugh? Can you? My demands are simple:

Worship me!


No, actually, don't. I've still got a bunch left down in the giant common room if anyone wants to help me finish them. As you can tell from the above, I may have had one too many.

Private to self:

Friend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Friend. Changes? No changes. Everything changes. If cooties existed, I'd be worried. As it is, I'm wondering if there necessarily has to be a difference between girlfriend and friend. Does being Ryan's girlfriend mean I can't be his friend? Did being Ryan's friend use to mean I couldn't be his girlfriend? Should I be doing more or less? Where's Witch Weekly when you need it? Interpersonal relationships are complicated! Or maybe I just think too much.

End Private.

I used our lunch break to transfigure one of the mothballs they gave us into a giant water slide in one of the hallways by the classroom for the care and benefit of my fellow students. I thought it was pretty brilliant myself, even if it did make me soaked through and make my damp hair cling to my face.

But for some reason I earned myself a place in detention for the next week, starting Saturday. Score! Whoops. See what happens when I try helping others? I just hope my act of stupidity doesn't have affect my group, who have all been nothing but kind to me.

Doing laundry is fun, though. It's one of my favorite ways to relax. Does that make me odd?

Hexed private Ryan and Merle:

I owled mum and da the news today (I would've done sooner except I've been a bit distracted with all that reading and packing for school and such) and they had the cheek to send this back:

Hullo stranger,

What exactly are your intentions toward our son-in-law? He's been happily married to our daughter for the past few years, you home-wrecker. How dare you?

-Seamus & Demelza Finnigan

How do I even dignify that with a response? Because I was thinking something along the lines of sending back a blank sheet of paper to show my outrage.
End Private.

There's been an owl floating around outside the windows for the last two hours. I'm afraid to let it in because the letter's from my parents and addressed to Ryan and I haven't been home in quite some time so I'm afraid of what it says. I cracked the window and gave the owl a treat so it's not as though I'm being completely inhumane, but still. How does one go about getting owl post to take the hint and leave?

School is so close I can taste it. Am I still the only one excited? I mean, look on the bright side. With most of the school gone, there won't be a wait for the table in the alcove under the window in the library! Silver lining!

Private to Merle:
You know, kicking me out was unnecessary though appreciated. I was staying with you because you are my best mate, not simply because your presence kept me from doing something overprotective, like stabbing Evan Chambers in the throat with my shoe. Are you sure you don't want me to come back?
End Private.

Private to Evan Chambers Pratface:
Thanks for the other day. I know it was you, Merle told me you were coming by before Ryan evacuated us. So. Thank you.
End Private.

Private to Badger, Lyric, and Sparkplug:
So.
End Private.

HEE. HEE. And, additionally, HEE.

That was the sound of my giggling. It doesn't translate well onto paper, but I've been doing a lot of it. And dancing. You know. For practice. Because. It loosens the muscles or something. I don't know, it hardly matters, because! Because! Is it really ten more days to school? I can't believe I'm going back with a. With my. So quickly.

How long till Quidditch starts up? Oh, and thank you for the necklace, Laurel, I love it!

Flirting.

I am crap at it

Badger just got terrified of me, so Merlin only knows how Ryan would

Perhaps I shouldn't try offering anyone my brownies. It might be a little too much.

It is not as easy as it looks. Or maybe I'm just crap at it.

Hexed private to Ryan:

I'm at Merle's. Chambers did it again. Remind me again why you put up with his shit? Because I only lasted two weeks.

End Hex.

The carnival was really fun. The trick riders were amazing and I won four small prizes and one medium one, so I guess I was better at those games than I thought. I hope you all had as much fun as I did. Though, no offense, but I had the most fun afterward with Ryan at Ryan's when I was with Ryan. But I'm predictable like that.

Hexed private to Merle:
If you're still mad at me for what I said, which you have every right to be, I've got a present for you that might help make up for it. I mean, besides prostrating myself before you, which I also intend to do, while begging for the forgiveness of one of my best and smartest friends.

Oh, and are you and Evan still going to the carnival together? Naturally, I'll be there, too, trying to decide between getting Ryan a funnel cake and getting Ryan a soft plush toy from one of the games' booths. Yuina did tell me I had to win as many of them as possible.
End Hex.

Hexed private to Ryan:
Is there really no way you can come to the carnival with me us me everyone?
End Hex.

I'm getting very excited for the carnival, even if my parents have been making me actually come home from Ryan's house at nights. Although, the sooner the carnival gets here, the sooner it will be until we're all back at school. I still don't think that's necessarily a bad thing since I love school and the castle is a lot more exciting than any of our houses (no offense meant, but the doors in your house don't change where they lead to on occasion, do they?) but on the other hand I've been enjoying my free time.

Just today, I learned how to make a yellow salad that's supposed to be that color! I also made some cinnamon buns since I burnt the last batch I made on the bottom and practice makes perfect. Plus, I had some icing laying about this time.

I still need to go shopping for supplies, too...

Dear everyone,

Everything you may or may not be thinking about me and what I may or may not be feeling is wrong. Completely. Utterly. You're all idiots. Except you, Evan, who is a pretty god-given genius, and you, Ryan, who is a fox. Thank you very much for your time.

Love,
Izzy ♥

Now that we've gotten that out of the way, my mum and dad weren't thrilled about me staying at Ryan's all month if we're going back to school at the end of this month. I've tried negotiating with them with such gems as "But I'm always at Ryan's house" and "Ryan will choke and die on the ash in our fireplace if we try to floo him here" but Mum told me to stop being dramatic and sent me to my room. My room. I'm seventeen bloody years old. I'm going to carve a shank out of my side table, I swear. If I knew how to carve. Especially a shank. And didn't love that side table. This blows.

Hexed private to Evan Chambers:
I know you probably don't even care, but I'm sorry.
End Hex.

Alright, you lot, who haven't I visited with yet this summer? I want to take advantage of my parents' present belief that I no longer live here and visit as many people as possible before they realize that they're my parents, I'm underage, and they can technically make me stay home. And before my da starts being a prat and re-directing my owls to Ryan's house for laughs.

Ringo, you still haven't told me when you're stopping by. I'm in very high demand, you know. You'll have to make an appointment.

Ryan Flint
Ringo Finch-Fletchley
Oliver Wood Jr.
Sparkplug McCormack
Albus Severus Potter
Spencer Nott
Rhys Stebbins
Scorpius Malfoy
Evan Chambers

Hexed to girls:
There now, you lot. Are you happy now? I was going to put Al first just to spite all of you, but then I remembered Imogene had put him first on her list and, although that's not a good thing in her case, I won't be accused of copying. As for everything else, well. Well, I won't lie.
End hex.

Hexed private to current occupants of Flint manor:
Ryan, Merle seems to be in a right state so I've invited her over. She can stay in my room with me if that's okay with you? I've already gotten the extra sheets but maybe you can ask the house elves to get her some pudding? And I've borrowed one of your shirts since my clothes are in the wash, sorry.
End hex.

Not to sound like a broken record or anything, but, you know, there is a giant Quidditch field out behind my house. A giant Quidditch field that could, for instance, be used for any competitive, testosterone-laced Quidditch matches and/or friendly games played by bored and stir-crazy friends of mine who really, really, really want to get out of their homes and see their friends again.

And we do have a fireplace. Just... just pointing that out.

As for me, I am spending a few days in this giant pink eyesore Ryan calls a guest room. I always like coming here because the house elves are all so nice. I got up to make myself breakfast this morning and they asked me what I was doing in the kitchen and if I wouldn't much rather wait in the den until the food was ready. That's a nice change from mum wandering in and asking me to change her order to the turkey bacon. Plus, I don't have to clean anything.

The only downside is I ate them out of chocolate last night and I have to wait for them to make more. Honestly, after this, I might need to play some Quidditch myself if I hope to hang on to my figure. No, not really. I like my feet on the ground.

Well, I don't care what any of you think. The nifflers were adorable. I found one with a pocket watch in its mouth and I played fetch with it outside for an hour. Of course, the pocket watch is possibly intact and if it belongs to anyone, you can feel free to come and claim it, but the niffler certainly seemed to be having fun. And, if you think about it, at least it was a niffler and nothing, you know, dangerous.

Things can be replaced. Just take inventory of you things, like I'm doing, and then write home to your parents about what happened. Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll have a replacement waiting for you when you get home for the summer.



NEVERMIND, I TAKE IT BACK. Those HORRIBLE HORRIBLE creatures destroyed three of my textbooks!

I'll be baking cupcakes for Laurel's birthday in a couple days. Friends of Laurel can rest assured that there is a cupcake with their name on it, while the rest of you can either befriend Laurel between now and her birthday or hope there's extra after Al's through with them. In either case, I'll be spending a lot of time after class and in between study sessions in the kitchens trying not to be a nuisance to the house elves.

Maybe if you tell me what your favorite flavor of frosting is, I'll try to take it into consideration while I'm baking. And if any of you have any allergies, you'd better tell me about them now. And does anyone know if we're going to have another Hogsmeade weekend before the year is over?

( Well, I saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away 'cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring. Now something on the surface, it stings. I said something on the surface really kind of makes me nervous. Who says that you deserve this and what kind of god would serve this? We will cure this dirty old disease. Well, if you gots the poison, I've gots the remedy. The remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison. I say the comedy is that it's serious. This is a strange enough new play on words. I said tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on so shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end. I won't worry my life away. )

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