Katie Bell

I, Katherine Margaret Bell, is not, has never been, and most importantly and most certainly will never, ever, never be OLD.

Let that be known!

How do I know this? I know everything! And it helps that I've looked the same since I was about four. So chances are I will be eternally youthful!

I may or may not have conjured up a Christmas tree in my room and decorated it over the weekend. I also may or may not have played a few carols and drank a whole pot of hot chocolate while I did. Don't judge. The imminent holiday season is just about the only exciting thing going on around here these days.

Anyone want to go for a run? Or order a pizza? Perhaps fancy a game of Quidditch or a drink? ANYTHING??

I'm beginning to conclude that I wasn't brought here for a joke, but for more evil reasons. I spent the first few days with a massive headache almost as if I had been drinking, but I hadn't! so I must have been knocked out and transferred here. I try to leave, but I'm just brought back to the deck.

Are the rest of you prisoners too? Do you know what force is behind this? We must find a way out.

Are there ever any sort of parties around here? Preferably of the loud music, crazy dancing, drinks all around variety? I've been storing up way too much pent up energy and could use a night of dancing not working it all out at the gym, as some would insist. Regardless, anyone want to have an impromptu dance party with me?

Angie, how's your arm? I can bake you some cookies. Or y'know, buy some. My cooking abilities haven't improved much over the few years I have on you.

I have yet to go flying since I've gotten here. And that was, what? Almost two months ago? This definitely needs to be changed.

I also heard that there were Quidditch teams set up a while back. Are those still standing? Any free chaser spot that I can fill? Pretty please with sugar quills on top?

Why did the witch put her broom in a washing machine?

FINALLY I see this famous ship everyone's been going on about since I got here! You think it's going to dock? Or just tease us on the horizon?

Does it have a bar of some sort? Or are we forced to drink from overpriced mini-fridges in the rooms?

Oi, Wood! Weasley and Weasley! I've yet to see you any of you! Where have you been hiding?

[Private to Angie]

So…George is here. I'm sure you saw that. You are going to talk to him, right? And not avoid him or hate him like apparently you do your daughter, who I personally think is BRILL because she says I'm the BEST.? Right? No hiding, Miss Johnson.

Also? You should stop shacking up with that other redhead for just a moment and come have an adventure with me. Preferably one that involves finding a broom.

I've suddenly been overcome with sympathy for Captain Jack when he was left on that island and asked where all the rum had gone. Because it seems I've been thrown in to the same situation. And if he had wondered where all the brooms had gone, we'd have even more in common!

Can a bit of pavement be a portkey? Because I've got no other idea how I got here. Unless Anderson saw a bird and starting running on his leash, causing me to fall and hit my head…but this place seems awfully real. It's rather sandy here, isn't it?

This journal is also a strange thing. I can see all your writing, but I don't know who you all are, sorry.

( katherine margaret bell )