He looked up from the Daily Prophet and stared at the letter for a full minute. I lean over to get a closer look at the envelope.  I wonder what the two golden D’s stand for?

“Those Phoenixes must be pretty good,” James whispered.
A girl that had heard turned to James and said, “Are you kidding me? The Phoenixes are better than the Seething Snargaluffs!”

Mr. Potter stood up and shook each girl’s hand.


“Excuse me, but would you sign my spare?” The dark-haired girl held out another mask and a pen with unremovable ink.

“Just brainstorming for a small prank on the Slytherins,” Sirius smirked. “Almost fully harmless.”

“Almost?” I grinned.

“Oh, come on, nothing is too complicated for my acquiescent brain!”
“Prongs, do you even know what that means?” Sirius entered the dorm room, rubbing his hands.
Remus snorted, “Do you?”

I swear the potion flew up and drenched her on its own accord. I don’t even remember pulling out my wand and muttering the incantation. But, next thing I knew, she was standing there, shrieking, covered in a purple gunk, sprouting thorns all over her person.

“Did you see that letter? It was orange! Odd, right?”
“Odd indeed,” I murmured to myself.

My statement was met with silence.
James started to grin.

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it,” Mr. Burns actually smiled at the three of us. “With all the planning this must have taken, I don’t see how you won’t be able to handle the preparations for this.”

I kicked Sirius’ foot before he told of the hour or so planning we had before we came over.

Bloody hell, I’ve gone into hysterics. I pulled back and ignored the look on her face. She was silent after that, so I got a chance to completely take out the shards from her legs and wrap the one I deemed broken up.