Just an important announcement from the formally Katfight13...

Jonathan Crane, AKA Scarecrow, was miserable.

He was all warm and snug in his favorite, blood-red armchair, a piping hot tea on the small endtable next to him.

Oh, but the remote to the TV in front of him was across the room.

He tried leaning forward and reaching for it, but that didn't work. Next he tried getting it with his foot, but he didn't even nudge it. He even tried snapping the long, white stick-y thing from the windows--you know, the one that adjusts the angle of the blinds?--and tried to get the blasted remote so he could catch his Desperate Housewives.

So when I came into the room, that's what I saw: my "uncle"--that's what I called him to keep the police off our butts--waving around that white stick-y thing that I just can't name as if he were Harry Potter. I raised an eyebrow. "Swish and flick!" I said in my best impression of Hermione, which made me sound more Australian than anything.

When he turned those big blue eyes on me, I expected him to immediately reprimand me for pointing out his sheer weirdness. But instead, a huge grin broke out across his face, as if Angelina Jolie in a black leather catsuit had walked in, not me. "Katfight! Can you get the remote for me?"

I quickly turned away so he couldn't see my smile and pretended to ignore him.

"Uh, Kat?"

A smile tugged dangerously at the corner of my lip.

"KATFIIIIIGHT!"

Oh, great. He was going physco again. "I'm not answering," I turned back to him, "because I'm not Katfight. Not anymore."

At this point the Joker and Two Face came running in. The Joker pointed at me, while Two Face pointed at Scarecrow. They both yelled at the same time, "What did you do?!"

It was great, the looks they gave each other when they realized what they had done.

"What do you mean, you're not Katfight?" Scarecrow asked me, pushing Two Face's finger away from his nose.

"Katfight was just a silly nickname. I have a real name now--I'm Elodie! It's French for 'harmony'."

Silence.

Then they burst out laughing.

"What?" I blinked, totally confused. "What?!"

"H-h-harmony?" the Joker sputtered out.

"Yeah! Who was it that put on warpaint and went out to bark at trick-or-treaters and steal their candy bags this Halloween?" Two Face smirked.

I pointed at the Joker. "He was doing it with me!" I yelped.

"And who was it that had too much Mountain Dew while watching Final Destination 3 and kept us all up the next week insisting we were all going to die? I mean, do I look like I'm going to go to a tanning salon anytime soon?"

"Seriously, do you know how many factual errors are in that movie?" Scarecrow cut in. "I mean, when that truck careened down that hill and smashed into Wendy and Owen's van, why did that car get shoved forward, but not Frankie's? His car was right in front of theirs! In real life, that engine would have never sliced up his head!"

"Firmez le bouche!" I snapped, which meant "shut your mouth" in French.

"Whatever," the Joker snorted. "You're still Cyber-rat to me, kid."

"Shut up," I held up my hand. "Just saying--from now on, I'm Elodie, Elodie the Scribe. I am no longer Katfight. Okay?"

"Meh. Fine with me. NOW GIVE ME THE FREAKING REMOTE!" Scarecrow screamed.

"No!" I stuck my tongue at him. "Total Drama Island is coming on, and I can't miss it."

That started a whole other argument, which ended up with the TV smashed to pieces on the ground, The Joker rolling around laughing, Two Face dialing 911, Scarecrow screaming many cursewords I'm not allowed to write, and me crying in the middle of it all. "No! DUNCAN! I'm missing the hotness of Duncan!"

So much damage "harmony" can cause.

It's pronounced firm-may luh boosh, if you're wondering about the above phrase...