AN; This will be a story set in Order of the Phoenix featuring Daphne Greengrass. Finally tired of Umbridge, or as she calls her, Umbitch, Daphne decides to take a page from Fred and George; she pranks Umbridge. Relentlessly. Repeatedly. Mercilessly. She pranks are meant to be funny, but there will be a minor plot. Consider that it runs parallel to the canon one, but is an unfeatured story. Possible DaphneXFred/George, pairing undecided.

Chatter. So much of it. Way too much. It didn't help that it was Malfoy speaking. My father this and my father that. Daphne put her arms on the table, avoiding the food, and her head in between her hands. She used to enjoy Malfoy's company since they both liked quidditch.

Nowadays, she has no choice but to be in his company. Slytherin was isolated from the other houses, and she could see the looks everyone threw at them. Dark looks, accusing them all of being Umbitch fans. Daphne couldn't blame them; a loud amount of the Slytherins were, and a silent majority was not. She herself was among that silent majority. The one that did not dare to speak up incase they would be isolated from their only remaining friends in Slytherin, after all any friends they had had in the other houses were gone.

Daphne wished she could break that isolation.

But how? There was Potter, Potter with is stupid scar and his stupid broomstick, like Malfoy always went on about him, whose mere existence was an opposition to Umbitch. Granger with her Ravenclaw intellect, and Weasley with his kindness. Weasley. Just like his two brothers, Fred and George. Daphne adored their pranks, and their beater style in quidditch. She wished she could play against them, but Umbitch had banned all the clubs, including quidditch. She glanced over at the Gryffindor table. They looked happy, despite what Umbitch had done, and Fred and George seemed to be the main reason for that. She wished she could be like them. Maybe she could. An idea sprang to mind as quickly as she sprung to her feet.

"Daphne, what are you doing?" Malfoy squeaked. "Wait where are you going?"

He spoke to Daphne's back. She threw a nonsensical answer over her shoulder and headed for the second floor. Following the tapestries she looked for the one with a unicorn in a ring on it. There. She moved the tapestry, and sneaked up the stairs hidden behind it, all the way up to the windowsill. She sat on the windowsill, looked out through the window showing the clock-yard. With a pensive look, she took out a black notebook from her bag and opened a fresh page. This was it.

With a decisive hand she wrote "How to get rid of a pink toad".