Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine; they're jk's.

Three giggling girls made their way down a corridor, stopping in front of a large golden eagle. "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans," said one red-haired third-year girl. The girls stepped behind the eagle as it began to ascend into Albus Dumbledore's office. The three girls stepped in the room, trying not to laugh.

"Did you bring it, Ginny?" gasped a brunette fourth-year girl. "Of course," giggled the red-haired girl. She pulled out of her scarlet robe a long brown hair. "I took it from McGonagall during Transfiguration."

"Didn't she see you?" asked a blonde fourth-year girl. "I mean, how did you do it?"

"Well, I used my wand," explained the redhead. "She could still feel it, though, being pulled out of her head. She turned her back on us, and I used it to pull my wand to pull it out. She kind of jumped and grabbed her bun, but by the time she turned around, I already had it." The brunette girl began shrieking with laughter. "Shut up, Lavender," said the blonde. "We'll get caught!"

"I'm sorry," gasped the brunette. "It's just so funny!"

"Whatever," sighed the redhead girl, rolling her eyes. "Parvati, did you bring it?" The blonde girl reached into her robes and pulled out a bottle full of a pink liquid. "Yes," she said. Smiling maliciously, the redhead girl walked over to Dumbledore's desk, reaching for the gold goblet that sat there. The blonde girl handed the redhead the bottle full of pink potion. The red-haired girl poured the potion into the goblet. "Now, for the final ingredient," she said grandly. She held up the goblet and dropped the hair into it. A small pink cloud of smoke in the shape of a heart rose up from the goblet. "When Dumbledore drinks this love potion," the redhead girl announced, "He will fall in love with Professor McGonagall. Finally."

"They're meant to be," sighed Lavender. The three girls ran out of the office before they could get caught. As they were running down the corridor, they passed a woman with dark hair piled up in a bun pulling a boy by the ear. The boy had flaming red hair, freckles, and was in sixth year. "But Professor, I didn't put the dungbombs in front of Snape's office!" the boy protested. "Don't try to fool me!" cried the woman. "Filch saw you!" The boy sighed. "But I already told you. That was my brother, George. We're twins, remember?" The woman did not listen to him. "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans!" she said to the eagle. She led him into the office where a man with a silver beard was just coming in from his afternoon nap in the room adjoining the office. "Good afternoon, Mr. Weasley," The man said. "Fred? Or is it George?" The boy sighed. "It's Fred," he replied. The man nodded. "Please, sit," he said, waving his wand. A chair appeared. The boy reluctantly sat. "Now, Minerva," the man said, "Why is Mr. Weasley here?" The woman answered, "He put dungbombs in front of Severus's office." The man turned to the boy. "Is this true, Mr. Weasley?" The boy shook his head. "No! That was George! I hate Snape, but this time George did it. It's not our fault Snape's a greasy unfair git." The man turned to the woman. "Thank you Minerva, that will be all." The woman turned and walked toward the door. The man smiled at the boy. Peering into the goblet, he said, "It appears that the house elves have left me pink lemonade. Please, Mr. Weasley, take it. I can always have more." Hesitantly, the boy took the goblet and drank every drop that was in the goblet.