Challenge Accepted OR The Legen-waitforit-DARY year that was Annie and Lorraine's

Hello, we are JinxSaw and ProvidingTheAnswerToTheRiddle (stupidly long name) and this is 50 things a Hogwarts students should not do. Set in Harry's third year (and our second, for some unimaginable reason that couldn't possibly be anything to do with wanting to create a romance involving a certain Ginevra that needs to happen in a potions class...), we are Lorraine Chance and Annie Montague, best friends and cousins.

Chapter One: Challenge Accepted and dress up as You-Know-Who for Halloween. (Lorraine)

I'm bored I thought. I decided to voice this concern.
"Hey, Annie?" I said, lifting my head slightly from the grass I was lying on.
"Mmm?" said Annie, in a non commital tone. She was reading a book I had already finished.
"I'm bored," I whined. Annie slammed her book.
"Me too. This place is dull at weekends."
"Wanna go hang round Colin and Ginny?"
"Not really, all they talk about is Harry bloody Potter. I don't know which of them will ask him out first."
"Come on, Ginny's got better."

"Slightly."

They remained lying there, dozing in the sunlight, until there was a sudden flash. Both girls leapt to their feet, wands out, pointing at... An envelope.
"Open it," I whispered to Annie.
"You," she hissed back.
"I'm oldest." Annie grumbled, and picked it up. She opened it agonisingly slowly. "What is it?" I asked. Annie looked up, grinning.
"This, my dearest cousin, is a challenge. Our challenge for this term. 50 things not to do at Hogwarts." I joined her maniacal grinning.
"Oh, challenge accepted," I voted.
"Seconded," she agreed.
"This is gonna be legen- and I hope you're not lactose intolerant, because the second half of that word is gonna be-dary!" We hi-fived. A Ravenclaw fifth year gave us a funny look, and Annie flipped him the birdie. "What's first then, oh dearest cousin of mine?"
"Dress up as You-Know-Who for Halloween." We exchanged glances.
"Cool!" we both squealed excitedly.
"I'll be his snake, you be him."
"Ok, this is gonna be the coolest thing ever."

"Totally."

Halloween couldn't come sooner.

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We spent several weeks eagerly awaiting Halloween. There was one time when it looked as if it would never arrive, but, finally, it was here. Halloween. Annie and I donned our costumes.
"Ready, Lorraine?" asked Annie, grinning mischievously.
"Ready," I echoed, an almost identical grin on my face.

The whole school fell silent when we entered the Great Hall, and Potter was giving us the evilest looks imaginable. I hissed all the way up to my seat near Blaise, and Annie kept stroking the scaly costume we'd made, like she actually was the Dark Lord. We took our seats. The school remained silent, and we exchanged glances. Our eyes said exactly the same thing: 'how much trouble are we in?!'

But then Dumbledore, brilliant old Dumbledore, who we've now sworn to never call Rumbleroar again, starts clapping. And pretty soon the whole school joins in with catcalls, and people asking me if I'll slither in bed with them. We can still hear Weasley from the Gryffindor table muttering about bloody Slytherins, but everyone can see what effort he's put in. Which is, none.

So, the evening started great, then it kind of went to shit, because Sirius Black broke in, we all had to camp in the Great Hall, Annie and myself were threatened with detention by Snape, but it never came of anything, and our next challenge will be soon. Annie will be writing it, and she's A LOT more sappy than I am with stories.