Prologue

"Don't get mixed in with the wrong type of people," my dad said, "Be a good girl, okay Gracie?"

"Dad, I haven't done anything like that in years!" I said, rolling my eyes. "Why are you still worried about that?"

See, my name is Grace Lee, AKA "Thing Number 1," according to my third school's principal. I was nicknamed ungraciously because I somehow managed to unleash the plumbing system on everyone who was in the teacher's lounge in the first week. That was until third grade, of course.

My dad obviously a little confused by my question. "What are you talking about? I meant that you should not be nosy! Of course, no pranking would be a plus, but I think that your mom's pranking genes may have been all used up. Just promise me that you won't become friends with kids like that Po– Grace! Get on the train it's leaving!"

Thankfully, I made it on just in time. I was even able to find an empty compartment! Whatever my dad was going to say probably wasn't too important anyways; after all, I wasn't completely dumb and without tact. I even stopped pranking to make things easier for him! After my mom passed away, I took the more studious route so that my dad wouldn't have to constantly worry about finding a new school for me to attend. It was such a shame, honestly. I mean, all schools have plumbing systems after all. Sighing, I took out Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and began to read.

~Grace Lee~

I just got to a really interesting part about how Hermione sent a bunch of angry birds at Ron when I heard a loud crash in the hallway. Following this, two boys ran into my compartment and locked the door behind them. They were both breathing hardly, but I couldn't tell if it was from running or from laughing. They quickly composed themselves as a rather mean looking girl with unusually pink hair charged into our compartment. She gave us an appraising look, and then stalked off snootily, muttering under her breath.

As I said before, I'm not stupid. This girl can add 1 and 1 together. The boys obviously didn't think so though. They both burst out laughing. While struggling to catch his breath, the familiar looking black-haired brown-eyed boy began talking rather loudly to his red-haired friend.

"Fred, did you see the look on her face?!" he wheezed, "Wait until she sees what we have planned for tonight!"

"I know right!" exclaimed Fred, "But James, we should figure out how everything is going to work tonight."

"Right," replied James, suddenly growing somber, "I honestly have no idea how we're going to pull this off. I mean, we already set them up. That dye isn't coming out for another day. A week, if we're lucky. But how are we going to keep their hats away from them during the Welcoming Feast?"

The boys seemed to have a bit of prankster's-block. Finally, after striking out levitation (older students could just accio them back) and vanishing (the magic was far too advanced and unpredictable), the boys seemed to give up on the idea.

Meanwhile, I was having a bit of a dilemma. Two parts of me were having WWIII against each other.

It's your perfect opportunity to shine!

Shut up! Remember what dad said!

Psh, he only said that it would be a plus, not a necessity.

Yeah, but he still wouldn't appreciate it. That's why you stopped in the first place!

Well, you never actually did promise him anything…

But he'll be so disappointed…

What if I don't care?

He's your dad!

The boys finally seemed to notice that there was someone else in the compartment for the first time. The boy named Fred looked at me a bit cautiously before asking, "Sorry for barging in and all. That Penelope girl was horrid. Do you mind if we stay in this compartment?"

"In other words, you don't want me to rat you guys out, huh?" I asked, amused, "Well, don't worry, because I'm not going to."

The boys breathed a sigh of relief before the boy named James asked, "How did you know that that's what Fred meant?"

"It takes one to know one, I guess."

I was hoping that they would catch on and we would be the best of prankster groups together immediately, but James obviously didn't have as much tact as I did.

"Psh! You?! You're a prankster?" James sputtered sarcastically.

"Yeah, and I'm a much better one!" I exclaimed while feeling a bit offended.

Apparently, James was as prideful as I was when it came to his skills in pranking. "Well, then prove it!" he retorted, "I bet you can't come up with a way to make all of the Slytherin hats disappear during the Welcoming feast!"

"And if I can?"

"I might deem you worthy to be part of our group; even if you are just a bird."

By now, WWIII had ended inside my mind. There was a clear winner. "Actually, you two are in luck," I said, smiling deviously. "I have a plan, but it will need all of us. Hate me now, but trust me; by the end of tonight, we are going to dethrone the Marauders as the kings of pranking!"

~Grace Lee~

"If this works, we need to make a name for the three of us," James declared.

"Maybe I don't want in," I sighed. I obviously wanted in; these boys were talented pranksters that I wanted to share notes with. However, I wanted to see if I could water down James's overinflated ego. "Maybe I'm just doing this to prove that I'm the better prankster."

"If so, we still want you to –," Fred stopped talking after receiving a glare from James.

"I just meant that we need a name for the three of us for tonight," James added hastily, "I mean, I guess you did kind of come up with the idea, so none of us can take credit for the full prank."

Just then, the mean looking girl opened our compartment door. "We're almost there. You little gremlins should probably change into your school robes now," she growled, before slamming the door shut.

We all looked at each other immediately after she left. "Gremlins!" we all declared at the same time.

~Grace Lee~

The Hogwarts Castle was a truly amazing sight to see. When we went inside the Great Hall for the first time, the older students all seemed to be looking at one person in particular: James. The whole hall seemed to be muttering the same things. "Another Potter…wonder if…looks like his dad."

I tried to ignore this, but it was essential for the older students to not pay close attention to us. Otherwise, they might hear things that might land us in detention for months. All of us first years stopped in front of an old hat. For the first time, I remembered that we still had to be sorted. The prank plans made me completely forget about the Sorting! Please don't be in Slytherin, I thought. I prefer not being pranked!

James and Fred both suddenly seemed to realize the problem as well. Even James seemed slightly less haughty and a little nervous. I knew that the hat would put us in the right house, but it didn't make me feel any less nervous. Suddenly, the hat began to sing.

Afterwards, the hall erupted in clapping. I would have joined in had I not been shaking so much. "Abbott, Aaron," called Headmistress McGonagall. All too soon, I heard my name, "Lee, Grace," being called.

Slowly, I sat on the stool. The hat stayed silent for a while. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Finally it spoke. "I can tell you that you have enough qualities to belong to any house. It's your choice." Any house, I thought. No house stood out to you? "I wanted to put you in Slytherin. But you don't seem to want to go there. Not all Slytherins are evil. You could be the one to bring them a more positive connotation." Not there! Anywhere but there! I thought violently. "If you say so…" muttered the Hat.

For literally the next ten minutes, everyone was looking at me. I heard Headmistress McGonagall mutter "There hasn't been a Hat Stall in a while!" I didn't know what this meant, but I hoped that I would be put into the right house; unless it was Slytherin. Even if I wasn't prejudice against the house itself, some of the kids there seemed rather unpleasant. On the other hand, James and Fred…well, I knew that I was going to be the one to put them in check. Apparently, these thoughts were heard by the Sorting Hat as well. "That's rather brave of you. A bit prideful, watch that, but I think that you might just have a dash more of courage and – GRYFFINDOR!"

People didn't actually start clapping for quite a little bit. Many people seemed startled to hear the Sorting Hat call out a decision after waiting a good ten minutes. Finally, Fred stood up, winked at me, and began to clap. Luke, a very nice third year who greeted us on the way in, came out of shock quickly enough too. They both definitely had more tact then James, whose expression clearly stated that he had been hoping for me to not go to Gryffindor. I definitely liked Fred a lot more than James.

~Grace Lee~

The Sorting Hat seemed to make up for all the time that it took on me. Everyone else was sorted relatively quickly; both James and Fred were sorted into Gryffindor almost immediately. Fortunately, the older students seemed to stop paying attention to James after a while. (Mainly because he did not need his head to be any bigger than it already was.) The Headmistress gave a small speech that I probably should have paid attention to; however, I was already busy practicing the spell under my breath.

I was so focused that I almost shrieked in shock when delicious food appeared out of nowhere. Now was the time to commence our prank. Fred pulled out a black powder and threw it in the air when nobody was looking. Thank Merlin for Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. The room turned pitch black. Quickly, James and I whispered "Avifors! Aguamenti!"

Slowly, the room became visible again. Since I was the "innocent" first year, I stood up, pointed at the Slytherins, and asked in a loud voice, "What happened to their hair, Luke?" Slowly, everyone's heads turned toward the Slytherin table. They were all soaking wet with bright, neon colored hair. They also all wore varying angry and confused expressions. Everyone else wore a slightly amused expression.

I heard Fred next to me whisper "Avis Agito" followed by a bunch of words. Suddenly a bunch of birds flew out of nowhere to spell out "Courtesy of the Gremlins. Pranks for all for the next 7 years!" These birds proceeded to drop dungbombs on the Slytherin table before departing the Great Hall. By now, nobody could keep a straight face; everyone was laughing, crying, or yelling madly at the birds that just flew away. James, Fred, and I didn't need much of an excuse to join in. The rest of the feast was only more fun afterward; everyone was speculating who the newest pranksters were. It was one of the best feelings ever.

~Grace Lee~

Fred pulled me back before we could go into the Gryffindor common room. He glared at James and gave him a nudge. "So, Fred was thinking…that maybe we do need a third person to complete the Gremlins," James mumbled.

James seemed to be biting his tongue the entire time. Payback time, I thought. "What was that? Could you say that just a little bit louder? I couldn't hear you under all of that embarrassment," I snorted as haughtily as I could.

He seemed like he wanted to retort, but Fred kicked him a little harder. "You had a great idea for a prank, and I think that we can work well together, alright?" James sputtered while walking away. "Now, come on, we have to plan out our next prank!"

Next to me, Fred chuckled. "I don't think that anyone has ever been able to water down his ego. Good luck with that; he's a thick as a –"

"I heard that! And don't think that you're going to have it easy, Lee! This conversation never happened!"

Smiling, I followed James and Fred to the dormitories. This was going to be a heck of a year.

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