Disclaimer: I only own Gwen.

Special thanks to Amanda's list, for almost all of Gwen's tasks through out the story.

Anything in bold writing is Gwens thoughts...

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She was sitting in the back of Potions class daydreaming, and leaning back in her chair rocking slightly. She had just stuck the sixth peice of Droobles Best Blowin Gum into her mouth and was chomping hard, trying to blow a really big bubble. Neville had just blew up his fourth couldron of the month and Snape was'nt paying attention to her. This year the sixth and seventh years were placed togather in their classes, in the vague hopes that the two highest years could learn something from the other. Her best friend Brielle was looking at her with disbelief, as she atempted to blow the largest bubble in Hogwarts History, she was very bored. Besides she wanted to see how long she could keep it up without getting yelled at by Snape, who she hated. She slowly with care started the bubble. It was the size of her fist... Now two fists. It was the size of her head. She was getting excited now...

"MISS OLIVER!!!!" Came the sharp, cold bark from the direction of Snape. This was very upsetting to Gwen, as she fell out of her chair and popped the largest gum bubble in history all over herself. It was very sticky and wet. The class erupted into laughter. Snape glided over to her spot on the floor, after glaring around the room, silencing everyone. Gwen shot a disgruntled look at Snape and stood up, brushing her robes off and attempting to peel the gum off, which was'nt working very well. "What do you think you were doing Miss Oliver?" Snape asked in a dangerously icy voice. Gwen figured she already had detention and lost points from Gryffindor so she might as well make it good. Gwen lifted her own large, grayish blue eyes to Snape's black slitted ones, trying to make that wounded puppy, innocent look that she mastered well over the summer.

"I was attempting to win 40 galleons on the Weaslys' Wizarding Wheezes biggest bubble contest... sir." Which was a total lie, She was not in such a good mood now because the gum was starting to itch. What she had meant to say was, I think you a slimy git, you bullying hook nosed toad. And I did'nt feel like wasting my time on paying attention to you. But of course she did'nt want to get expelled so she just grinned at Harry Potter and then faced Snape again. He smirked and said in a low, creepy voice.

"Well, two weeks worth of detention and thirty points from Gryffindor, Miss Oliver. Now get out of my sight." Gwen rolled her eyes and was about to turn away when he added, "And a zero for the day." That stopped her in her tracks.

"But, Professor, I've already finished my potion, it's in a flask on your desk." Gwen said in a irrataited voice. She made really good marks, without studing, and Snape would'nt mess that up, she spent an hour and forty minutes on that potion.

"Oh?" Snape said silkily as he glided up to his desk, every eye on him. He picked up a flask labeled Gwen Oliver.

"Is this yours?--Oh dear that is unfor-." Snape had accidentally dropped her flask of potion. But instead the vial just bounced from the floor. Gwen smirked.

"Thats my flask Professor, I know how... clumsy you are, so I thought to end your heart break and place an unbreakable charm apon the flask..." She was dead now, Snape flexed his long, pale fingers as though imagining them around her neck. She might have went a bit far this time... The clumsy thing definatly did'nt go down to well.

"Fifty more points and another week of detention. Now OUT!" Snape shouted, causing Gwen to jump and practically run for the door. As she shut- or maybe slammed the door behind her, she ran up to the hospital wing. She found Madame Pomfrey and asked her to charm the gum off. After ten minutes and all the gum was removed and she skipped lightly to the common room, happy about the twenty minutes of free time. She had to decide which task to complete next, her best friends Fred and George Weasly set the tasks. Gwen Oliver, was a seventh year Gryffindor, best friend to Fred & George Weasly and absoulutly crazy, or so she was told. This year was to be spent annoying the darling Potions Master. The idea was all Fred and George's. She'd recieve 100 galleons and box seat tickets to the next Quidditch World Cup, should she complete every task set to her by the twins. She had agreed willingly, and was well on her way to this summers Quidditch Cup, Fitchburg Finches an American team, against Puddlemere United. She of course would be rooting for the Finches, as she was from the States, but that is another story. She hurried up to the Owlery and pulled a scrape peice of partchment from her bag and sat on the dropping strewn floor absentmindedly. She scribbled a quick note.

Fred & George,

Task completed, though you guys are now hosting Weaslys' Wizarding Wheezes contest for the largest Bubble Gum Bubble, enjoy! And I'd like you to know in just five minutes I cost Gryffindor eighty house points, and I have three weeks worth of detention,

Beating even your record. I just recieved the newest task, are you trying to get me killed? So

how is everything.. you know the shop, umm the family... How's Charlie doing? Well I got

to go. - Airy

Point of Veiw changed to Gwen's

I whistled for my owl, Belus, who flew down and landed lightly on my shoulder. I patted him for a few minutes while he hooted softly. I tied the scroll of parchmen to his leg, and he took off, torwards Diagon Alley. I had signed the note with my codename, Airy. I was skeptical about asking about Charlie, I did'nt want to make it sound to obvious, not that I really cared about what my ex- boyfriend was doing... Charlie and I had dated during the summer, before we got into a huge fight and I broke it off, before I came to Hogwarts. But to those of you who are wondering he never 'scored'. I plan on waiting till I'm married, or at least until I meet a guy I've dated for more than four months. But anyway, our break up is still a bit of a sore spot. Now focusing on my next task. Get a hose. Corner him. Spray him down. Run. This is my task, the last part is going to be very easy. This one sounds very difficult, so I have to have time to think about how to complete it without being killed. I also have to finish two other tasks for this week, and it was already Thursday! Volunteer to assist him. Drop or break anything he requires you to be in contact with and Jump out of your seat and yell 'Sir! Look what I can do!' Juggle ingredient vessels precariously. Smash as many as possible, these are the other two tasks I must complete. I should have plenty of time to complete these two, since I'll probably have detention every night till Christmas. Which is going to be very tiring, since Quidditch practice starts tonight. I'm Gryffindor Captain, as this is my last year at Hogwarts, I'm the Head Chaser. Harry Potter and Ron Weasly, who are in sixth year, are our Seeker and Keeper. This year our team consists of Ginny Weasly and Lavender Brown, our other two Chasers. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan are our Beaters. This year we're going to stomp those slimy Slytherins. Ravenclaw is also going to be a challenge this year, with that scum ball Roger Davies as Captain and that preppy, annoying Cho Chang as Head Chaser this year, Padma Patil replacing her as Seeker, whom I heard is very good. But anyways, I took off torwards the Great Hall, supper should be starting any minute. The halls were empty, so I figured class had'nt been let out yet, so I decided to go to my dormitory and change my robes, which were covered in owl droppings. I changed into my favorite ones, bright blue and worn, with splatters of assorted paint here and there. I pulled my dark honey colored hair back into a ponytail, and threw my old clothes down on the floor. I grabbed my broom, a Firebolt, which I gotten over the summer, and headed down to supper. I was glad detention did'nt start until 9, because there'd be enough time for practice, but then I would'nt be out of there until after mid night. As I reached the common room, I met up with Ginny.

"Hiya Gwen!" She said merrily, "So we still up for Quidditch tonight?"

"Yup." I answered as we walked quickly down to the Great Hall. We entered the half full great hall and headed torwards the Gryffindor table. We took seats by Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Hello Hermione." I replied happily, sitting down to eat. I still had'nt required a taste for British food yet, and missed my American food. I craved for a Pepsi, but instead grabbed some Pumpkin juice, which was the only thing there. As I started to stuff my face at top speed, so I could get down to the Pitch early and warm up. I looked up in time to see Hermione sending me that doubtful, disapproving look. I looked down to see if I had spilled something on my robes, I had'nt. "Whats up, Hermione?" Ron snorted.

"She did'nt like your show with Snape... very good if I do say so myself Gwen." I grinned at the youngest Weasly brother, he blushed. He had a bit of humor about him, but nothing like Fred and George. Charlie also loved a good joke...

"Ah, Hermione, he deserves it. He's such a slimy git." I said practically. She opened her mouth as though to argue the point, when I glanced down at my watch and jumped up. "Sorry, got to go down and start warming up, see you down there Ginny, Harry, Ron." And I grabbed my broom and was off...

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